Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

At night, at a pier.

Inside the seemingly ordinary warehouse, there is actually a very gorgeously decorated conference hall. At this moment, the atmosphere in the hall is unusually solemn, as if the situation would become tense if one is not careful.

This transaction was extremely secretive and important, and the fewer people who knew about it, the better. Apart from Lan Qian, Mo Chen only brought Song Qi with him, and the other party only had three people come in public.

"Master Mo, it's a pleasure to work with you."

Across the long table was the target of this arms deal, a foreign man in his forties with a rough appearance who looked like someone who was not to be trifled with. He was the leader of a foreign gang.

He actually took a special look at Lan Qian who was standing beside Mo Chen.

Somewhat surprised.

According to their investigation, the leader of the Mo family has never been interested in women. How come there is a woman around him today? Could it be that their investigation is wrong?

Mo Chen nodded slightly as a response.

His hand rose slightly.

Song Qi, who was behind him, stepped forward, put the box he had been holding in his hand on the table and opened it.

Inside was a box full of gold bars.

When the foreign man saw what was in the box, his eyes lit up.

Mo Chen leaned slightly against the back of the chair, looking a little lazy. His legs were crossed, his bony fingers were crossed on his knees, and he uttered two words lightly:

"Where's the goods?"

"Master Mo, don't worry," the foreign man gestured to the side, and a younger brother came over and pushed the box in front of him, "The goods have arrived at the port. The rule on the road is that you pay with one hand and receive the goods with the other."

He picked up a gold bar from the box and weighed it in his hand.

"good."

"But there is only one box here, the rest..."

This is just the deposit, the rest is the big part.

"In the car," Mo Chen looked lazy, his slender figure leaning on the chair, his temperament noble, "The goods have arrived and the money has been paid."

"Hahaha..." The foreign man laughed a few times, seeming very happy, "Master Mo is indeed sincere, but..."

His eyes suddenly changed and he slammed the box shut.

"I'm afraid Master Mo won't be able to take this batch of goods away today."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two people behind him immediately took out their guns and pointed them at Mo Chen and the others. At the same time, the door opened with a bang, and more than thirty men in black holding guns rushed in and surrounded them.

Facing dozens of wooden warehouse openings, there was no change or fluctuation on Mo Chen's face. He still leaned lazily on the back of the chair, and his pair of black eyes even flashed a hint of nonchalance.

But when he looked at the girl next to him, his gaze became more serious.

"Are you scared?"

He reached out and held her hand.

Lan Qian shook her head slightly, a smile forming on her lips.

"You've forgotten who I am, how can you be afraid?"

"really."

Mo Chen also smiled.

Song Qi behind him looked at his nose with his eyes, watched his heart with his mouth, lowered his head and pretended that he saw nothing.

Occasion, occasion.

The head of the family... is too inappropriate for the occasion.

"Master Mo, are you reluctant to part with your beauty?"

The foreign man laughed twice again. He had just sent someone to confirm that there were no Mo Chen's men around the dock. He actually followed the agreement and did not make any preparations at all. He only brought these two people here, one of whom was a woman.

It seems the rumor was wrong.

The head of the Mohist School is no more than this.

Perhaps because he felt that he had won, the foreign man seemed somewhat proud. He looked at Lan Qian and said, "None of you can escape today. My beautiful lady, if you don't want to die, you might as well follow me from now on."

Hearing this, a hint of darkness flashed in Mo Chen's eyes.

"Is it."

A smile escaped from his throat, and his voice was inexplicably cold.

The men in black who were surrounding them, even the foreign man, couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

But he immediately realized that he was too nervous. They had more than 30 people, all with weapons in their hands, while the other side had only three people. No matter how you counted, they had an absolute advantage.

"Master Mo," the foreign man put away the box of gold bars, "If you surrender, I might consider sparing your life."

"Noisy."

A cold but unhurried voice was heard.

As soon as the words fell, countless "bang bang bang bang bang" sounds were rang out.

The thirty or so men in black who surrounded them, including the two behind the foreign man, were all hit in the hand holding the wooden cannon and one leg, and fell to their knees.

Wooden warehouses also fell to the ground one by one.

Sniper!

It's a sniper!

Countless red dots fell on the bodies and heads of the men in black, and as for the foreign man, a red dot of light was exactly between his eyebrows, as if the red dot would bloom immediately if he dared to move.

The situation turned around instantly.

"You actually prepared a sniper!"

The foreign man was shocked.

The door was opened again, and this time it was Mo Chen's men who came in.

"Master Mo!"

He was not reconciled.

Mo Chen ignored her and just took Lan Qian's hand and stood up: "Qian Qian, we can go back now."

"Ah."

Lan Qianhui held his hand.

The two left together, leaving only a cold voice.

"Dispose of it."

"Yes."

Song Qi responded respectfully.