C5 Means

Time passed day by day, but Han Shaolin did not let Hsu Moyu have a good time. He would bring different women to spend the night with him and occasionally provoke him. However, Hsu Moyu was just as indifferent as before.

Today, Hsu Moyu dragged his somewhat tired body back to the villa. Just as he was about to go into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee to relieve his fatigue, the sound of a man begging for mercy resounded outside the back door.

"I really don't know anything. Please let me go!" The man's voice trembled a bit as though he was crying. Seeing that the dangerous man in front of him was indifferent, he continued pretending to be pitiful and beg for mercy …

"Sect Lord Han, I'm really just passing by. I don't have any other intentions. Please forgive me!"

Hearing this, Han Shaolin smiled in amusement. He thought he was a fool that was passing by and people would carry guns with them. Without even thinking, he already knew that they were here for Hsu Moyu, but he didn't expect that someone would be so presumptuous as to openly ask about news like him, Han Shaolin.

"First cripple his hands and feet until he is willing to say it!" Han Shaolin raised his eyes lazily and spoke coldly.

Hearing this, the two bodyguards did not hesitate to break both of the man's hands and feet. It was so painful that he cried out in pain. Large tears fell from his eyes. He bit his lower lip in pain. However, he still did not say who sent him …

On the lawn at the back door, a man who looked like he was 22 years old was pressed to the ground by two burly bodyguards. He had multiple gunshot wounds on his body, but they all seemed to be abrasions, as if someone was deliberately torturing him.

However, the culprit who injured him was wearing a black robe with a cigarette in his mouth. A sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The gun in his hand was tapping on the chair according to the rules as a suffocating sound echoed out …

Hearing footsteps, Han Shaolin glanced at the source of the sound with a sneer. He seemed to have guessed that it was Hsu Moyu.

"This person can't be one of you, right?" When the cold voice entered Hsu Moyu's ears, he felt as if the air around him had turned slightly colder …

"I don't know him." Glancing at the man who was obviously shocked, Hsu Moyu spoke indifferently. After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave. He wasn't interested in watching a pervert kill someone, but was stopped by Han Shaolin's words.

"Then let's finish him if you don't know him. This is very simple for my right-hand man!" pursed lips taunted

Hearing that, Hsu Moyu shot a glance at Han Shaolin, who was sneering at him with the corner of his eyes …

Although he, Hsu Moyu, had a lot of blood on his hands, he did not have the habit of killing innocent people. However, he looked at that man and thought for a while …

He probably belongs to Uncle Ming's side, looks like he was captured by the bodyguards when he came to inquire about the news, I didn't expect Uncle Ming to be so calm, and did not attack our North Region's nightclub, that's all. Now he has the leisure to ask others about my news, Hsu Moyu revealed a mocking smile.

"I'm not your servant, your bodyguard, or your subordinate. I don't need to listen to your orders." Hsu Moyu said expressionlessly and left.

Han Shaolin's eyes turned cold. He raised his gun and shot a bullet into the side of Hsu Moyu's waist. The bullet grazed his suit jacket, leaving behind a mark. Following that, the sound of glass shattering could be heard …

"But you, Hsu Moyu, are my wife, right!? Shouldn't you listen to my husband? " When he said the word 'wife', he intentionally bit down on the stress, bringing up a hint of ridicule …

Hsu Moyu's body paused, but he did not say anything. His footsteps continued forward …

If you really think of me as your wife, then you would be the lucky one. With a snort, an indescribable expression appeared on his previously expressionless face …

Seeing that Hsu Moyu really had no intention to stop, Han Shaolin became furious. He strode forward and pressed Hsu Moyu against the wall, looking down at him in contempt.

"Tell me who lent you the guts to act so brazenly. Ah!" The strength in his hands increased as he pointed the gun at Hsu Moyu's chest …

Hsu Moyu just raised his gaze to look at him indifferently. There were no ripples in his eyes. He just said slowly, "You're hurting me, let go", while simply narrating his pain. He looked at Han Shaolin fearlessly.

Han Shaolin Ying's eyes twitched as the word appeared between his eyebrows. What he hated the most was to see Hsu Moyu's expressionless face that could not stand up to his interest. Even when the gun was pointed at his heart, there was no panic.

Han Shaolin looked at it and his gaze couldn't help but be attracted by it …

His skin was as smooth as a woman's, and there were no blemishes on his face. Although it was normal to say that a man's eyelashes were longer than a woman's, but when matched with his almond-shaped eyes, they gave off an indescribable charm.

Han Shaolin instantly stared at Hsu Moyu as if he wanted to see through him. This caused Hsu Moyu to lower his eyes unaccustomed to it. A hint of confusion flashed across his eyes …

"If Sect Lord Han sees enough, can you let me go?" Only then did Han Shaolin realize the abnormality of his words. With a light cough, he let go of Hsu Moyu. His heart was filled with self-disgust for the thought he had just had, as he pinched the center of his brows irritably.

'Am I possessed? He is a man! What can he possibly be absorbed in? '

"You can stay here for the time being, but don't bring me some flies and mosquitoes …" He casually threw the gun on the cabinet. His expression had already returned to that of the arrogant man.

Hsu Moyu didn't expect him to say this to him one day. He stopped tidying his collar and stared at his hand for a while before saying, "Sorry for the interruption."

Suddenly, the air seemed to have turned into a stale soda. It was hard to tell if it was sour or sweet, but one thing was certain, it was that the two of them slowly became a little unnatural …

Suddenly, the steward ran over in a hurry. He nervously told Han Shaolin, "The young miss is here!"

Hearing that, a hint of annoyance appeared on Han Shaolin's calm face, as if he didn't like the arrival of his sister. He replied the butler, "I understand. Don't take another look at Hsu Moyu and walk towards the hall."

Hsu Moyu looked at Han Shaolin, who was obviously in a fluster, and curiously asked the butler, "Is he not on good terms with Eldest Miss?"

"If we say that they don't agree, then what should we say?" Ben's tactful housekeeper seemed to be hesitating this time, as if he didn't know how to explain

Seeing the steward in such a difficult position, Hsu Moyu decided to ask the reason of Han Shaolin agreeing to the marriage and also followed along …

"Young Mistress, Eldest Miss has a bad temper, you should rest early!" "I'll just wait." Seeing Hsu Moyu walk downstairs, the butler immediately followed nervously and quickly explained.

"Anyway, we will meet again in the future. It doesn't matter." Hsu Moyu didn't listen to persuasion and continued walking forward.

Speaking of which, Hsu Moyu's gaze darkened. Will we meet again in the future? He murmured in his heart, and then a hint of self-mockery rose

The butler behind him did not retreat. As the owner, he could only not stop them and only hoped for Hsu Moyu's good fortune …

The two bodyguards looked at each other, not knowing what to do. They tacitly looked at the man who had lost too much blood and fainted. They could only lock him up and wait for Han Shaolin to deal with him …