Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

After the negotiation that day, it was rainy and foggy for several days. When it finally cleared up, Fan He took Tong Xiyuan back to the manor.

Tong Xiyuan was not good at running the Tong family's business, so Fan He sent someone from the organization who was proficient in this field to help manage it. He just had time to work with Fan He on continuing the cooperation with [Ying].

That night, the moon hung high in the sky.

There was a sound of something heavy falling in the corridor of the villa, followed by the sound of a deliberately suppressed conversation.

Tong Xiyuan had been sleeping soundly until he was awakened by a gunshot. The faint sound outside reached his ears, and he suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

He turned his head and unexpectedly found that the other half of the bed was empty.

Tong Xiyuan reached out and touched the mattress which still had no warmth left, then quickly put on his slippers and walked towards the door.

As soon as the door opened, I saw several figures standing and kneeling in the huge living room downstairs.

Fan He looked up the moment he opened the door. He frowned and ordered without turning his head, "Throw it out."

Brother Hao, the chef in the villa, responded solemnly. He kicked the assassins who had tried to murder their leader in the middle of the night and were almost shot to pieces, and shouted, "Take them away!"

Tong Xiyuan went downstairs and turned on the light while asking, "Who are they and where are they taking them?"

When the crystal chandelier hanging high on the top floor of the living room was turned on, all the filth that had been hidden in the darkness was revealed.

The masked men kneeling on the ground were all covered in blood, and the floor around them had been soaked in crimson. They had their hands tied, and seemed to have accepted their fate, and none of them tried to resist.

Tong Xiyuan frowned. His brain was not fully awake after being woken up in the middle of the night. He was in a daze and couldn't react. When he saw this scene for the first time, he found it a little hard to accept.

Brother Hao said while holding the man in his arms: "As usual, of course it's to feed the fish."

"Feed the fish?" Tong Xiyuan looked at Fan He, and for some reason the steamed fish on the table during dinner flashed through his mind. He suddenly felt nauseous and asked with wide eyes, "Why throw them into the sea to feed the fish?"

Could it be that all the fish in the manor are caught from the surrounding sea?! He eats fish, and the fish eat...

Fan He misunderstood his meaning, thinking that he was unhappy with his brutal way of handling the matter, and he took a deep breath and said in pain: "They hurt me first, so I'm hurt."

As he spoke, he pulled open his robe to reveal the abrasions on his waist.

There were many assassins, and it was late at night, so the people outside the manor did not stop them, allowing them to break into the villa. At that time, Fan He was not careful to avoid waking up Tong Xiyuan, so he was cut by the sharp blade, but he dodged in time, and the blade only scratched his clothes and left a small wound, which was almost healed at this moment.

Tong Xiyuan shook his head, suppressed his disgusting guess and looked over.

Fan He pressed his hand hard on the wound, and a drop of blood came out. He said pitifully, "Yuan Yuan, it hurts."

"Let me see." Tong Xiyuan quickly walked over and slapped his hand away. After seeing the scratch clearly, his heart sank immediately. He pushed Fan He to sit on the sofa forcefully, "Don't move. I'll go get the medical kit."

Fan He had a smile on his face, "Yeah."

After a while, the wound was treated and covered with just a large Band-Aid.

But Fan He still looked like he was in excruciating pain, leaning on Tong Xiyuan and unwilling to leave.

Tong Xiyuan was no longer sleepy. He stared at a certain place in the living room that had been cleaned up. He could smell the lingering smell of blood. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Who sent this?"

"Mo Xi." Fan He said with certainty.

Tong Xiyuan said: "He signed the contract, he shouldn't--"

"It's him," Fan He interrupted Tong Xiyuan and kissed him, "Yuanyuan, don't you believe me?"

Tong Xiyuan tasted the mint flavor left in his mouth when he brushed his teeth before going to bed, and nodded, "I believe you."

He lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then took out his cell phone and sent a message to Le Yuhui.

the other side.

Without the leader urging him to complete tasks, Le Yuhui, who was keen on staying up late, was playing with his mobile phone happily. Suddenly, he saw the message from his angel sister-in-law and clicked on it immediately.

[Le Le, tell Mr. Mo that if he violates the first clause of the contract again, [Sin] will take you back.]

The first rule? Le Yuhui recalled it, then threw away his phone, turned around and kicked Mo Xi, who had just fallen asleep, awake, and asked, "Did you send someone to assassinate my brother?!"

Mo Xi raised his hand and held his ankle, grunting, "That pervert started the trouble first."

If Fan He hadn't taken action first, there was no way he would have sent anyone over there.

"Bah!" Le Yuhui didn't believe it. "With my sister-in-law around, my brother wouldn't dare to do such a thing. But you, now you have learned to slander others."

Mo Xi felt wronged, "It was really him who started it first..."

Le Yuhui kicked him with his other foot, "I don't believe it! Tomorrow, go and apologize to my brother and sister-in-law."

"..." Mo Xi's face darkened for a moment, and he refused: "No."

As a leader, he would not lose face. Besides, it was Fanhe who started the trouble first, and he was just retaliating tit for tat.

Le Yuhui struggled to stand up, opened the closet and started packing his luggage, "Okay, I'll go back then."

"Le Le!" Mo Xi shouted anxiously, and after hesitating for a long time, he lowered his head and said with humiliation: "Okay, I apologize."

Just wait, sooner or later he will kill Fan He to vent his anger.

Le Yuhui stared at his face and asked suspiciously, "Do you still want to kill my brother?"

Mo Xi's expression changed immediately, "No, I don't dare."

He felt bitter in his heart. In this family, he was the only one at the bottom of the food chain.

Le Yuhui snorted, "I don't think you would dare."

……

A few days later, people finally realized the ambitions of the two major organizations.

After wiping out [Xu], [Sin] and [Shadow] began their plan to conquer them. In less than half a month, they wiped out dozens of powerful organizations like a whirlwind.

The first and second names on the bounty list were no longer the famous wealthy businessmen, but were directly replaced by the names of Fan He and Mo Xi.

They want to unify the situation, and naturally some people do not want to give up the power in their hands. The bounty is getting higher and higher, but no killer can successfully take on the task.

After another half a month, the small organizations that could no longer hold out took the initiative to surrender one after another.

A few days later, [Sin] and [Shadow] simultaneously announced that they would rebuild social order and establish a new, non-violent and peaceful country.

A spark of hope was ignited in the hearts of ordinary people, the rich remained cautiously neutral, the thugs booed in private, and waited to see the stalemate between the two major organizations.

But they waited and waited, but instead of seeing Fan He and Mo Xi turning against each other, they received news of the merger of the two major organizations.

Thugs: ??? No, you two aren’t fighting?

Afterwards, a new country was established, and the killers who had originally worked for the organization put on military uniforms, standardized the social system, and imprisoned disobedient rioters along the way.

Half a year, one year, two years, three years...

When the dove of peace soars in the blue sky again, people's faces are no longer filled with fear of death, but with hope for the future.

……

[Mission completed,] the electronic sound of 999 sounded again, [Yuanbao, next world?]