Quick Wear: I am the shopkeeper at the Merit Pawn Shop

Hotel presidential suite.

A man in a black silk robe was listening to the report from his subordinates.

"Mr. Qin, he escaped. When I took the media there, he had already run away, and the banned drugs were also taken away. They escaped by jumping out the window."

"This Shen Mo is really capable. He was able to escape even though I had made multiple arrangements."

The man took out red wine from the wine cabinet, poured himself a glass, shook it gently, and took a sip.

As if he had made up his mind, he pressed a call: "Sir, I'm sorry to bother you this time."

"Okay, don't forget what you promised me, send that man's hair over now!"

Hearing the voice on the other end of the phone, Qin An felt a chill all over his body.

"Okay, I won't go back on my word."

Soon he called someone and handed a box to the man.

"If you don't want to go to the studio or home, how about staying in a hotel?"

"Okay, you help me arrange it!" Qin Zhao nodded. What happened in the evening made him physically and mentally exhausted.

Shen Mo found a hotel, but the presidential suite was sold out, so he asked for a French suite.

The two men checked into a room, and Shen Mo got into the elevator under the ambiguous gaze of the room service.

Qin Zhao swiped his card to open the door, and suddenly fell to the ground.

The moment Shen Mo grabbed him, he felt something was wrong. Qin Zhao's hand was extremely hot.

As a tasker who has experienced multiple worlds, he knew very well what this meant. Over fifty degrees was not the normal temperature for a human being. Someone was performing a magic trick on Qin Zhao.

And that person must have a medium such as Qin Zhao’s hair.

Shen Mo pushed the man into the room, and then began to bleed Qin Zhao. He quickly used Qin Zhao's blood as a guide to draw a formation to release the opponent's spell.

Shen Mo's transfer formation had just been created, and the formation drawn with Qin Zhao's blood instantly caught fire.

Needless to say, this hotel has to pay for the carpet.

Qin Zhao, who was standing by, was so shocked by this scene that his eyes widened. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes...

"My cousin did this too?"

"What do you think? The price is calculated separately."

After drawing the formation, Shen Mo's strength was drained and his mental energy was exhausted.

"I think you should go find your grandfather. If you continue like this, I'm afraid I can't handle it."

It's a pity that his soul is still incomplete and it's very difficult for him to draw such a formation.

What Shen Mo didn't know was that when the formation on his side was moved, on the other side, the man's originally black hair instantly turned gray and his face was covered with wrinkles.

The burning hair in his hand suddenly burst into flames and spread all over the man's body.

Opposite the man was a mobile phone that was broadcasting live.

On the other end of the phone, watching the man's transformation, people were still cheering and waving their flags desperately, with the screen constantly floating: "Wow, the anchor is awesome, is this what they call burning your life span?"

"Wow, host, you are using your lifespan to broadcast live, which is worthy of encouragement."

"The anchor is working so hard, but the anchor has become too ugly."

"The anchor scared the baby to death. Can you recover from this?"

"Host, your body is on fire. What is the effect of this? Is the person you cast a spell on also on fire?"

The live broadcast screen is full of rewards and red.

If it were normal, he would definitely be extremely happy, but in this situation, how could he be happy?

He ignored the live broadcast and pressed an emergency call button: "Brother, save me."

The live broadcast screen went quiet instantly.

Then a few words came out: "Did I hear it wrong? The anchor is asking for help."

Cute little Mahua: "I heard it clearly, the anchor is really asking for help."

Baboon Loves Feifei: "Isn't the host a very powerful mystic? Why is he asking for help? Did the host hit a wall?"

Guoguo loves her mother: "Am I the only one who cares if the anchor is going to die? Woohoo, I don't want that. I finally connected to such an interesting live broadcast. If it's gone, Guoguo won't be able to enjoy her meals anymore."

Riding the Wind White Horse: "Isn't there anyone curious about the Xuanshi on the other side? What kind of existence is this?"

As a group of people were commenting, a cold wind blew out all the blue flames on the live screen.

Then a man in a black robe appeared and turned off the live broadcast on his mobile phone.

"Who made you so miserable?" asked the man in black robe.

The man looked frustrated: "Brother, I have suffered a great loss this time, you must help me get revenge."

"Tell me, who is that person?" The man in black robe pulled over a chair and sat opposite him.

Arrived at the villa halfway up the mountain.

Qin Zhao saw that the villa was brightly lit.

As soon as his car arrived, the butler was already waiting at the door. This was only because the butler knew he would come back, but he had not notified anyone in advance.

"Master Zhao is back. The master and Master An are in the living room." The housekeeper kindly reminded.

Qin Zhao nodded and walked straight into the living room. He saw Qin An kneeling on the ground and his grandfather was beating him with a rattan stick.

"Shen Mo, is my grandfather really hitting you or is he just pretending?" Qin Zhao asked Shen Mo as he approached him.

"You've already noticed it yourself, and you're still asking me?" Shen Mo almost rolled his eyes.

"Three whip marks, not too light nor too heavy, just enough to bleed."

"Then are the tears on his clothes fake? Were they cut with scissors?" Qin Zhao took a deep breath.

"You already know this and why are you asking?!"

He always felt something strange at his grandfather's place, a feeling he couldn't describe. His grandfather loved him, but this love came with the distance of a guest.

Every word my grandfather said to my cousin was a scolding, but this kind of scolding was a bit like the disappointment my grandfather sometimes felt for him.

When he was a child, he was complacent about this different treatment, thinking that his grandfather was not as fierce as his grandfather and was easier to get along with. But only when he grew up and understood the truth, did he know which one was true love.

"Qin Zhao, I'm sorry, I didn't know that the beast would find someone outside to deal with you. Qin An, even if you take the initiative to come and explain to me today, I will not forgive him."

As he spoke, Qin Kun raised the whip again and hit Qin An, but Qin Zhao didn't show any intention of stopping.

There was no other way, so Mr. Qin could only go through the whole trick and whip Qin An while enduring the heartache.

"Cousin, are you really mistaken? Do you know that I almost died today? You took my hair without my knowledge and asked the mystic to do something. If I hadn't had someone around me who knew how to divert the fire, it wouldn't have been the hotel carpet that was burned, but my life."

"And this." Qin Zhao put the clothes in front of Qin An, and the pills fell on the coffee table.

"Grandpa, if he takes these pills and lets me call the police and have all the high society people come and watch, I'll forgive him."

"I didn't do this. It wasn't me." Qin An shouted.

"Don't you want Qin's? Fine, I can give it to you as long as you spend real money to buy back the shares from me."

"Qin Zhao, stop messing around. You are the future heir of the Qin family. If I had let him inherit, I would have let your uncle be the general manager back then, instead of forcing himself to be the general manager at such an old age." Qin Kun coughed heavily.