Yang Xin'Er: "Han Chen just called, he has pinpointed Old Mo's location. He's still at the fish stall in the East City market, and nothing seems off from the outside."
Li Chuan was a bit surprised. It seems this assassin has excellent psychological quality; he just killed soone and can still act like nothing happened while selling fish at the market.
This is definitely a master.
However, no matter how skilled this guy is, encountering him ans certain death!
"Hmm... Weren't you just saying a little touch would be enough... Why did you go further..."
...
An hour later.
Yang Xin'Er drove, taking Li Chuan, speeding toward the market where Old Mo was located.
Li Chuan hasn't been in Jiangzhou City for long. Apart from going to school, the place he frequents most is the old street in West City.
The buildings he sees are very ordinary.
But when he arrived in this part of East City, it was like entering another city. The streets are very new, surrounded by high-rise buildings, and the landscaping beside the asphalt avenue is done very well.
At this mont, Li Chuan's phone suddenly rang.
It was his sister-in-law, Song Hanzhang.
Li Chuan answered: "Sister-in-law, what's up."
"Chuan, Zihan and I are heading back ho for a few days, your big brother is going on a business trip too. I'll transfer five thousand yuan to you on WeChat, sort out your als yourself these days."
"Alright, sister-in-law."
It's actually good that his sister-in-law is going back ho for a few days; these days are bound to be turbulent. With them not around, they can stay clear of it all.
anwhile, Yang Xin'Er had already driven to the East City market.
This is the largest market in East City. At this ti, many office workers are off work and will co here to shop around. All the stalls are doing great business.
However, only one seafood shop seed very empty. A middle-aged man lay on a recliner, holding a copy of "The Art of War," looking at it leisurely.
"You two want to buy so fish, pick them yourself, no slaughtering service."
The middle-aged man turned his head and glanced at Yang Xin'Er and Li Chuan, greeting them briefly.
Li Chuan: "We don't want fish, we're here to pick up a Mahjong set."
The middle-aged man's eyes twitched slightly: "I only sell fish here, no Mahjong. If you want Mahjong, go to the departnt store next door."
Li Chuan sneered: "The Mahjong I want is only available from you, Boss."
"Kid, don't look for trouble!" The middle-aged man's face remained calm, but his muscles had already tightened, his whole body ready for action.
He couldn't understand, everything was seamless, there was no evidence left behind. How did they find him?
Where did it go wrong?
No, it couldn't be a mistake!
Over the years, he's committed assassinations in Jiangzhou City, knowing each place inside and out, without ever being exposed!
And regarding this mission, none of the caras were useful!
"Murderers and arsonists get gold belts, bridge builders leave no bones, the world shouldn't be like this."
"Actually, I don't understand why you all have to kill."
Li Chuan's expression remained calm: "Is killing really a way to solve problems?"
"If killing could solve the problem, I wouldn't mind staining my hands with more blood!"
Old Mo's pupils shrank: "I don't understand what you're saying."
Li Chuan glanced at a nearby refrigerated truck: "Hand over the Mahjong, I can give you a way out, but first, you need to deliver a ssage to your boss: the West City project is definitely mine."
Old Mo put down his book and shook his head: "I really don't understand what you're talking about."
"You refuse the toast but get the penalty cup." Li Chuan's face turned cold, casually swatting a steel basin in front of him, shooting it towards Old Mo!
For an ordinary person, getting hit like this would definitely break ten bones or more!
But Old Mo is not ordinary.
He fiercely tossed "The Art of War" in his hand, colliding with the steel basin!
"Bang!"
"The Art of War" instantly shattered, turning into a flurry of flying paper scraps!
Yet the steel basin continued unabated, still crashing towards Old Mo!
Left with no choice, Old Mo shielded himself with his hand. Though he blocked the basin, he was knocked back several ters!
"How did you know it was !"
Li Chuan: "Does that matter?"
"Yes!" Old Mo nodded fiercely, his scar twitching.
He thought he'd done everything perfectly, but now soone's knocking on his door, which is unacceptable!
Because, from start to finish, when and how the action was done, only he knows!
As for his boss, all he wanted was a result.
"You are about to die, you don't need to know so much." Li Chuan's figure flickered, appearing right in front of Old Mo in the blink of an eye!
"What!"
Old Mo was startled; he'd never seen such speed!
Incredibly terrifying!
"Bang!"
Before he could react, Li Chuan's punch, with a fierce gale, pounded directly on his chest!
The mont the fist landed on Old Mo's chest, his heart was already pulverized!
Then, bleeding from all seven apertures, the assassin was flung backward!
By the ti he hit the ground, he was as dead as dead could be!
anwhile, a business car slowly parked outside, and the brothers Hu Balei and Hu Sanli got down.
These two now looked at Li Chuan with awe!
Old Mo, a top-notch assassin, was soone they regarded as a deity. But such a figure couldn't withstand a single punch from Li Chuan!
Li Chuan: "Deliver this body to the Ni Family."
"Yes!"
Hu Balei and Hu Sanli secretly exclaid their excitent, hurriedly stepped forward, packed Old Mo's body in a black bag, then tossed it into the trunk and drove away.
Li Chuan turned and walked to the refrigerated truck, fished out the gold Mahjong set from the cabin, and headed towards Yang Xin'Er: "Let's go."
Yang Xin'Er nodded, taking Li Chuan out of the market.
In the car.
Yang Xin'Er looked at Li Chuan with a calm expression and couldn't help but say: "Li Chuan, you just killed soone."
Li Chuan: "Mm."
Yang Xin'Er: "Don't you feel anything?"
Li Chuan: "If it were before, I definitely wouldn't dare. But after going through so much, I've understood one thing: when people do wrong, heaven will punish them, so even a Bodhisattva holds a sword, and once you hold a sword, you do what the sword-wielder does."
Since he accepted the Lingxi Mutual Sensitivity Technique such a cultivation technique, he was no longer the sa Li Chuan he once was.
"Alright, I'm hungry, let's grab so dinner; I've been busy all afternoon and need a good al." Saying this, Li Chuan couldn't resist resting a hand on Yang Xin'Er's sexy long legs.
Yang Xin'Er blushed: "You're crazy! I'm still driving! Besides, it wasn't wanting you to act this afternoon, you couldn't stop!"
Li Chuan: "Exactly! You're such a tease, I can't help myself when I see you!"
Hearing this, Yang Xin'Er's face turned black: "I'm a tease! Fine! You just wait, see how I drain you out tonight!"
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