Mo Xinyu was very puzzled, "What do you an by that?"
Hao Yansen shifted his gaze indifferently, cold and ruthless, "Better to kill three thousand by mistake than to let one go."
"You..." Mo Xinyu’s face turned pale.
What did he an by that? Did he an that even if she wasn’t Mo Xinyu, to prevent any chance, he would still kill her?
"Mr. Hao, this is illegal! You’ve wronged ; I’m not Mo Xinyu. Please let go, you can’t falsely accuse like this!" Mo Xinyu was terrified and begged for rcy.
Back in B City, she’d already feared this man.
At that ti, he was rciless towards her for Mo Jun.
Now facing his coldness, she felt like a startled bird. She was always cautious and careful, afraid that Mo Jun would have him by her side.
But since he always disguised his appearance, she thought he was no longer with Mo Jun.
Now seeing his face, knowing he was that man, she was truly afraid, scared that he wouldn’t spare her this ti.
"So what if I’ve wronged you? Mo Xinyu, I once spared you for Mo Jun’s sake. Unfortunately, your wicked heart doesn’t die. This ti, no one will save you." After speaking lightly, Hao Yansen looked at an aide beside him.
The aide understood and stepped forward with a bottle of Potion.
Mo Xinyu was very fearful, her body kept retreating, "What are you going to do?"
The aide suddenly grabbed her jaw and tried to force the Potion into her mouth.
"What are you doing?! Woo woo..." Mo Xinyu struggled fearfully, her whole body trembling.
No matter how she fought, the Potion was forcibly poured into her mouth.
"Woo, woo woo..." Mo Xinyu cried, shaking her head, trying to spit out the Potion, but she swallowed quite a bit.
She thought it was poison, frightened so much that her blood froze.
Quickly, she felt uncomfortable, her head ached terribly!
"Ah, my head hurts, ah—" Mo Xinyu scread in pain, she fell to the ground with the chair, and Hao Yansen ordered her to be released.
Freed, Mo Xinyu rolled on the ground incessantly; her agonizing state shocked and frightened Jiang Kerou.
Before she could recover, Mo Xinyu suddenly fell silent on the ground...
The room turned frighteningly quiet.
Jiang Kerou’s eyes widened in disbelief, "What, what... What’s happened to her?" She asked tremblingly.
Hao Yansen stared at her coldly, speaking calmly without a hint of emotion, "She’s dead."
What?!
Jiang Kerou stared at him in shock, "Dead?"
Hao Yansen didn’t answer, his expression said it all.
He really killed Mo Xinyu...
Inside, Jiang Kerou felt a storm of shock.
All along, she’d heard of Hao Yansen’s terrifying thods but had never witnessed them. Plus, he was so handso and low-key that she mistakenly thought he was a gentleman.
At least a noble man.
Only now does she realize she never really knew him. His usual deanor was just a facade.
He’s no gentleman; he’s a devil.
A devil who kills without blinking...
The ridiculous part is Jiang Kerou herself was wicked, yet she hoped Hao Yansen was a gentleman.
Compared to Hao Yansen, her tactics were nothing. She was far too inferior to his ruthlessness.
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