C2 Outbreak

Before Hsu Moyu could warm his seat, the coquettish voice of a woman sounded in the room next door. It wasn't loud, but it sounded like Hsu Moyu would get angry if he heard it. How about I go back first?

Han Shaolin remained silent, letting the woman's voice resound in the room.

When Hsu Moyu heard the woman say "Young Mistress", a hint of self-mockery appeared on his face for no reason.

Originally, he was thinking that Han Shaolin already couldn't endure it any longer and would show off his strength to him whenever he wanted to. He didn't expect that this thought would come true tonight and he directly brought him to the study to do some exercise.

Hsu Moyu only smiled faintly as if he was laughing at Han Shaolin's childish attitude. After all, he was five years older than Han Shaolin and had experienced a lot more than him.

In the guest room, the woman was terrified. Her hands trembled as she held her breath and looked at Han Shaolin, who was twisting his cold eyes. Han Shaolin didn't know what he did wrong and wanted to wave her hand away so he wouldn't touch her.

"Cool …" "Mr. Han." The woman was trembling with fear, not knowing whether she should continue or not.

Although Han Shaolin was famous for being a woman who would throw things away as soon as she put them on, there were still many women who were willing to take the bait.

Hsu Moyu suddenly thought of something. The woman made a bold guess and her eyes widened in shock.

Han Shaolin raised his eyebrows and looked at the woman in front of him. He suddenly leaned over and whispered something into her ear. The woman let out a confused "Ah", as she couldn't understand what was going on.

Han Shaolin ignored him and opened his shirt. He threw his phone on the bed and looked at the wall in the study with a smile.

Hsu Moyu thought that they didn't want to be disturbed in the other room, so he opened the video to deal with the matters in the gang today.

However, not long later, the woman's voice sounded again, causing Hsu Moyu to frown.

"Boss, why does it sound weird over there? Are you outside?"

He didn't know what the voice meant, but Ya Qi, who was reporting the work, had a blank look on his face. He thought to himself, "Didn't boss not like to visit those kinds of places?" He rubbed his head, a little confused.

Hsu Moyu didn't reply. He suddenly stood up and walked to the door and knocked.

Standing in front of the door, the dubious voice became clearer and clearer.

After standing at the door for five to six minutes, seeing that the person inside did not seem to care about him, Hsu Moyu patiently continued with his actions. The moment he stopped, Han Shaolin's angry face appeared in front of him and he shouted, "Knock what?"

Hsu Moyu looked at his open shirt and the red lipstick on his chest, and lightly retracted his gaze, "Please lower your voice a little."

Then, he walked away as if he didn't see Han Shaolin.

Han Shaolin retracted his eyes and said with an ugly expression, "If you can't take it anymore, get out of here."

Hsu Moyu's hand that was about to open the door stopped. He turned around and glanced at Ye Zichen for the first time, but he remained indifferent, "If you think this is a good idea, I don't mind." He entered the study and closed the door.

Actually, there was a condition attached to the old man's will, and that was that before the "Heijie" under his name was transferred to Han Shaolin's, if both parties divorced, Han Shaolin would not receive the old man's inheritance right. So, this was the reason why Hsu Moyu dared to say this.

Damn, Han Shaolin cursed in his heart when he saw Hsu Moyu's cold and indifferent face.

If it wasn't for the fact that the old man's West Region is such a fertile piece of land, I would have killed Hsu Moyu with one shot.

"Boss, are you alright?"

Seeing that Hsu Moyu's expression didn't seem to be too good, Ya Qi asked carefully in the video.

"The old man has just passed away, there must be a lot of people after us. You should be careful and strengthen the people in the shop, don't let them get in while they're out of the way." Hsu Moyu didn't answer his question, but went into work mode.

"Recently, there have been some little mice wandering around our territory, but they didn't take action. I think it's because Mr. Han spread the news that he had announced the inclusion of our" Heijie "in" Bai Sheng ". After all, with the shield of "Bai Sheng", they have some grudges against him. "

But that's strange, "Bai Sheng" has always been a person who doesn't get involved with us, so why did he suddenly extend a helping hand this time around? If it wasn't for Han Shaolin's help, we would have missed out on the old man's defense and lost our morale. If we were attacked by the enemies, that would not be a joke.

"Does he trust those he sent?" Although this worry wasn't true, Hsu Moyu still spoke up.

"There's no problem with being human, but the way we deal with things is too heartless. All of us are panicking."

Just yesterday, there were only some people who came to provoke him, but in the end, his people directly sent him to meet the King of Hell. They were too unreasonable.

But to be merciful to others on this path is to be cruel to oneself. Their way of doing things is not much different from ours, it's just that their way of doing it is different.

"Every gang has their own way of doing things, we don't want to …" Before Hsu Moyu could continue, the woman's high-pitched voice cut through the air again. Hsu Moyu's slightly tight eyebrows suddenly twisted, scaring Ya Qi.

The old man was actually angry. This was a rare occurrence in a hundred years! Ya Qi was afraid of being implicated, so he hurriedly said that something was up and logged off.

Hsu Moyu pulled open the drawer with a cold expression, took out his gun and walked out with big strides. He neatly loaded the door handle and kicked with his long leg. With his back facing the door, he knocked the gun on the door and coldly said, "Get out." His voice was not loud, but it was like the chill of hell.

Han Shaolin, who had just sharpened his gun, suddenly lost his voice. He never thought that his wife would be so bold that she would barge in directly.

But wasn't that what he wanted? How long did he get a woman to act like this, it finally attracted Hsu Moyu over.

On the woman's side, she was so scared that her face turned pale. She pulled up the quilt to cover her body and called out to Han Shaolin. "Mr. Han."

Han Shaolin glanced at the woman who was frightened to the point where he couldn't tell which way was which. He slowly straightened his shirt and a single word came out of his thin lips, "Scram."

"I …"

The woman wanted to say something, but when she saw the expressionless faces of the two, she quickly pulled on her skirt and pulled on her bag. She ran towards the door with her bare feet in a flurry, passing by Hsu Moyu with her head lowered tightly, not daring to raise it.

Hearing the gunshot downstairs, the butler quickly led his two bodyguards upstairs.

Leaning against the wall, Hsu Moyu, who was snatching the food, entered his sight. He was stunned for a moment, but he also didn't get it. He looked at them clearly and immediately understood what had happened.

His old eyes looked at Hsu Moyu with a hint of appreciation, as if he could understand why the old man arranged this marriage for him.

He took out a stack of unopened money from his pocket and handed it to the woman. Just as the woman was about to take it over in ecstasy, Hsu Moyu fired a shot at her arrogantly. The bullets grazed the seal and the money flew into the air and slowly fell down.

Everyone was dumbstruck, especially the woman and the butler. They were clearly unfazed by the fright and could only stay where they were.

"Don't you want to pick it up?" Hsu Moyu calmly opened the magazine and said.

The woman was very embarrassed. She glanced at Han Shaolin, but she didn't know whether to pick it up or not. In the end, she just sat on the ground like crazy and picked it up.

Knowing that she would definitely pick up the money, Hsu Moyu patted the empty magazine calmly and loaded it. When the woman heard this sound, she quickly picked up the last piece of money and ran downstairs desperately. She didn't even realize she didn't take her bag.

Although Hsu Moyu didn't say it, they all knew the reason why he did it was to embarrass Han Shaolin and let him see how ugly this woman was in front of money.

Han Shaolin frowned, but then relaxed and raised his eyebrows in interest.

When it finally erupted, things would be much easier to deal with. Han Shaolin was just laughing inside when he heard Hsu Moyu say, "Let's talk!" As he said that, he tossed the gun to the bodyguard and walked towards the balcony. He took out the cigarette in his pocket and started lighting it.

He clearly looked at the spotless man, so the cigarettes shouldn't match with him. However, the moment he smacked his lips and cast a glance at Han Shaolin, his indifference was mixed with his unruliness, which was eye-catching.

Han Shaolin stopped in his tracks and was slightly stunned. The first sentence that flashed across his mind was, "Is he a man?"

"Young Lord, don't fight with Young Mistress later!" Although no one had seen their family's Young Lord angered, no one had ever dared to look down on his authority.

Although the butler called the young mistress a real man, he didn't hate her. It could be said that he had taken a liking to her at first glance.

Han Shaolin didn't say anything. He only curled his lips and stuck his hands into his pockets like a sleeping leopard.