delicious life

Gu, used to control people's life and death.Seeing the contemptuous look in the middle-aged man's eyes, Mo Ci was slightly taken aback.

"Are you Mo-ci?" The man said in a condescending tone, breaking the silence first.Listening to his not-so-fluent C language, Mo Ci deepened the doubts in his heart, nodded slightly, stood up from the bed, and looked at him.

The whole movement of standing up was watched by the man. Mo Ci suppressed the discomfort from his throat, and said in a common European language, "I can understand F language."

"Oh? I thought you could only speak C country dialect," the middle-aged man's tone was neither slow nor slow, serious, and his penetrating eyes still did not move away. He crossed his hands and dragged behind his subordinates He sat down slowly on the chair, with an elegant posture, like a well-educated upper-class nobleman.Mo Ci has heard of this kind of etiquette and sitting posture. In the current European continent, only nobles who have had the title of nobility will use it.

Is this person a nobleman?

Mo Ci swallowed his surprise and nodded.

"Restrained, I see you are very restrained. I won't say anything unnecessary, do you know why I asked you to come here?"

The middle-aged man said in a sarcastic tone, with his hands crossed on his knees, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the overflowing gaze was like a slender Western sword, piercing Mo Ci's face.

Thousands of thoughts flashed through Mo Ci's mind, and all kinds of speculations in the past two days rushed in, and they were rejected one by one under the man's sharp eyes.

"You don't know, okay, let me tell you the reason. You must have thought about it many times before..." Seeing Mo Ci's hesitation, the man eased his tone, and slowly took the money out of his coat pocket. He took out a pistol with a metallic luster and played with it in his hand.

It's like showing off your might to Mo Ci, who is unarmed.The middle-aged man who had the absolute advantage managed to catch the flash of surprise in Mo Ci's eyes, a penetrating smile appeared on his serious face, he clapped his hands, and before Mo Ci could answer, he quickly withdrew his pistol and took it behind him. After turning over a few pages of the information handed over by his subordinates, he began to read it.

"Mo Ci, a native of C City, Country C, was born in XX. He has an older brother who is five years older. His mother died of a heart attack when he was five years old. His father has never been married since then..."

"The Mo family is well-known in the catering industry in country C. The companies under their name include the five-star restaurant Manletson, Baiyun Restaurant... In European country F, there are also Chinese restaurants invested by the Mo family in country B..."

The detailed information recorded on the paper was spit out from the mouth of the middle-aged man. Every sentence paused, the middle-aged man would give Mo Ci a long time to think. At the end of the reading, the middle-aged man showed a sneer on his serious face and waved his hand. Throwing the detailed information collected by his subordinates behind him, Huo Di stood up with sharp eyes.

"Now, do you know?"

Mo Ci was still amazed at how detailed the information they collected was. He didn’t even know about many places. After hearing this, Mo Ci’s astonishment turned into panic. Qi, come oncoming.

"It seems that you don't know the reason yet, kid!" The middle-aged man's anger came fiercely. Mo Ci, who had never seen such a scene before, couldn't resist, and took a few steps back.

"I may not have told you my name yet," a mocking smile appeared on the middle-aged man's lips, "I'm Brian Colombo, aren't you familiar?"

Seeing Mo Ci's sudden expression, the middle-aged man waved his palm and said very clearly, "I am Morrison Kolobo's father."

"Morrison's...father?" Mo Ci muttered to himself, looking at the imposing middle-aged man, he suddenly remembered the first love that Morrison had told him a long time ago, with a sad tone, telling the story , implying regret for his first girlfriend...

The scattered pictures are connected together, and Mo Ci thinks of Morrison's solemn expression every time he asks about Morrison's family...

What had Morrison's father brought him here for?What is the reason for showing great anger?Mo Ci bit his lower lip tightly, and looked at the middle-aged man who had regained his aristocratic attitude with suspicious eyes.

"Haven't you heard of the Kolobo family? Has Morrison never told you?" Mo Ci's puzzled expression was a great irony to the middle-aged man.

Brian Colombo folded his hands, sat back on the chair, glanced at the subordinate who stood upright behind him for a long time, "Frank, you go out first."

"Yes, Mr. Kolobo." The tall man who kidnapped Mo Ci bowed respectfully, and exited the door, not forgetting to close the heavy iron door.

Suddenly there were only two people left in the cramped basement, and the dignified air that we had seen for the first time was injected again.

And it was still Brian Colombo who broke the silence.

"It seems that he didn't say anything. The Kolobo family, the Kolobo family who can't hold Morrison, how can I tell you? My son's lover?"

Brian Colombo bit the word "lover" very tightly, and his ice-green eyes revealed a cold and cruel look, making Mo Ci, who already knew the reason, dodge again and again.

"Morrison didn't obey the restraints, and even fled to country F to do despicable odd jobs... I can ignore this, and just treat it as a young man's petty temper."

"But he fell in love with you while doing chores, a chef's son!"

"Morrison fell in love with a man. This is a shameful thing for the family. The words he said to me when he came back last time, I originally wanted to ignore your existence, and I wanted to destroy you."

"Morrison... I don't have that kind of affection for Morrison." Mo Ci interrupted Brian Kolobo, who had cold eyes, and was about to explain why it was a little funny.

But Brian Colobo, who was still burning with anger, didn't think so. The godfather of the underworld, Colobo, who had always been in power, refuted his words with eagle-like sharp eyes, and showed a sneer.

"You said that because you were afraid that I would end your life. I didn't expect Morrison to find a lover as timid as you!"

Mo Ci was speechless by his taunt, moved his lips, his eyes were angry, and ignored the gun in his hand, "Morrison and I are just friends."

"Friend?" Brian Colombo smiled instead of anger, "It turned out to be a friend, why did Morrison tell me that he wanted to be with you?"

"A man and a man are fornication. I will not let Morrison have too much affection for you."

"The head of the Kolobo family has never been deceived by false appearances, you are lying, young man." Brian Kolobo ended the meaningless confrontation, dismissing the anger in Mo Ci's eyes, "Young man, Don't take your family as a bet, the Kolobo family will not be ashamed because of you!"

"Frank," Brian Colombo called out the door, and the burly subordinate quickly pushed open the heavy iron door and bowed respectfully, "What do you want, sir."

"Frank, change him to another house, the air here is really terrible!" Brian Kolobo, who had vented his anger, pointed at Mo Ci, raised his forehead arrogantly with deep contempt, and walked out of the basement.

69、chapter28

The roar of the plane taking off drowned out the whispers of surrounding passengers.

Duan Feng closed his heavy eyes, thinking of the content of the conversation between Morrison and Mo Ci the morning after Mo Ci disappeared.

The bloodshot man with green eyes was full of remorse, he hesitated to speak out his guess under his stern questioning.

"I might know where Mo Ci is going...but..."

At that time, I, who had not slept all night, grabbed Morrison's collar viciously, and shouted: "But what, do you have time to continue talking now?"

"I can't say," Morrison's pained expression made one feel the urge to beat him up.

Knowing it and not saying it, just showing his unnecessary pain, remorse, and self-blame here, what problem can it solve!

Anxiously, through pressure, I saw the tired-looking man lower his head sadly, put his hands on his knees, and speak the truth logically and confusedly.

"My father, it is likely that my father did it. He, he has a big prejudice against this matter."

"Is it the matter of your feeling for Mo Ci? Have you talked to your family?" Help sort it out by yourself, so that it is easier to get the answer you want.

"Yes, I said it, I said it, he was very calm at that time, I used the most calm tone to explain the importance of Mo Ci to me, I hope he will not cause harm to Mo Ci. Before I leave, That is, during the time you came to country F, I have been explaining this matter to him..."

"Injury?" I interrupted Morrison's illogical statement, getting to the point.

"Injury, God bless, the last thing I want to see is this kind of injury. Mo Ci fell into his hands, the last thing I want to see."

"Will he hurt Mo Ci? Morrison, why are you so confident that Mo Ci fell into your father's hands? Perhaps... you should tell us about your family and your father's occupation?"

"No, I think you don't want to know, you shouldn't know, I will solve this matter." Morrison has a strong resistance to the word family, which is beyond his expectations.

But Mo Ci's safety is the issue he is most concerned about now, and the anxiety that has increased over time tells him that he must ask clearly.

His face darkened, and he repeated the importance of the matter over and over again. It was about Mo Ci's safety. Morrison, a rigid guy, finally revealed the fact that he had hidden it all night.

"Do you know my full name?"

"Morrison?"

"No, it's Morrison Colombo."

"You mean...Kolobo?"

"Yes, the Kolobo family, it was my father, Brian, who kidnapped Moci