Chapter 179 The Bloodthirsty Emperor Shao, the Heart's Favorite (37)

At this point he couldn't go on.

This is simply a waste of time.

This has no effect on the woman in front of her at all.

The moment he turned his head and saw the woman's eyes, he understood.

Killing chickens to make an example to monkeys, when did he become so childish.

In the past, when we cleaned up the door, we never went straight to the point and frightened everyone at the price of blood.

When Mi Youning heard the man's words, she raised her eyebrows and smiled, then turned around obediently and walked upstairs.

Halfway there, she suddenly turned her head and looked at the young man beside Karl Cook.

"This man looks good, it's a pity that his legs are useless."

After she finished speaking, she smiled innocently and glanced at Han Mo.

The latter had strange eyes, but Mi Youning turned around and continued to walk upstairs.

In fact, she just discovered that when the young man looked at Karl again, his eyes were different.

With attachment, a fledgling feeling.

It's not that he doesn't have feelings for Carl.

This kind of gaze made her understand something, and she couldn't help but say a word for the other party halfway.

The other party's eyes made her look not annoying, which was the most important point.

Han Mo watched the woman go upstairs, but her figure disappeared.

Only then did he turn around and look at the man next to Karl, his eyes were deep with a hint of ambiguity.

The young man flinched, and Karl took him into his arms, which was better.

Immediately afterwards, Han Mo's gaze swept to the hall, the people in front of him.

Most of the people present looked at Mi Youning's leaving back with deep thought in their eyes.

Soon, however, their attention was diverted.

"Hao Qiu dragged him out!"

When Han Mo spoke, Hao Qiu immediately walked into the crowd and dragged a middle-aged man out.

The person was thrown into the center of the hall, and then a young man and a woman were dragged out.

Seeing these three people, Han Mo looked at the young foreign man beside Carl Cook with a half-smile.

"You should be familiar with these few, right?"

The latter trembled all over and approached Karl.

"Patriarch, please forgive me, I was wrong..."

The man in the middle of the hall knelt on the ground begging for mercy.

A man and a woman beside him also knelt down one after another.

"Patriarch, please forgive us..."

"Patriarch..."

Han Mo stood in front of the sofa, looking down at everyone.

"There are no rules, and you will be punished if you do something wrong. After all... what you want is my life."

"boom……"

As soon as he finished speaking, gunshots rang out.

The middle-aged man who was the first to beg for mercy had his eyes wide open and fell to the ground without breathing.

Looking in the direction of the shot, it was Hao Qiu who was standing not far from Han Mo.

He still held the gun in his hand.

But his gun was aimed at another woman.

"Patriarch, please forgive me! I was really wrong, I was deceived by others..."

"boom……"

Hao Qiu shot without waiting for her to finish speaking.

Just because he saw the impatient and forbearing face of the Patriarch.

For a long time, the Patriarch's methods have been very straightforward, and the agile methods and bloody suppression have never changed.

Once a betrayer is discovered, he hates explanations and all kinds of excuses.

However, except for today, although I don't know the reason for what the Patriarch did, it doesn't prevent him from making a move.

Hao Qiu finished with the woman, and turned his gun on the last man again.

The man was trembling all over, his eyes were full of fear, and he couldn't speak if he wanted to speak.

Han Mo lowered his head and looked at the blood all over the ground, his eyes were filled with bloodthirsty light.