When Mojia rushed back to e-city from Mexico, it was already the second day.
He stood in front of the window, listening to Zhong Kun's self-blaming words about the disappearance of Huan Huan's mother and daughter. The handsome face reflected on the glass was as cold as ice.
In the living room, the three mythical beasts were silent.
Danqing was hanging upside down from the chandelier, her gloomy little face tensed up. Linglong was lying on the sofa, looking a little depressed. Chifeng was nestled alone in the corner, with his head lowered and his pointed little ears drooped.
The two brothers, Mu Chuan and Mu Shan, stood quietly on the side with stern expressions, and neither of them said a word.
"Dan Qing chased Huan Huan for a long distance, but couldn't find Huan Huan's whereabouts..." Zhong Kun took off his glasses and told him all the worst consequences with some difficulty.
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Jia suddenly raised his fist and smashed the floor-to-ceiling window in front of him. There was only a "crash" sound, and the entire glass was smashed and fell down.
Zhong Kun took a breath of air, you know, that is bulletproof glass!!
Mojia stood there, his chest heaving violently, and his fists clenched loudly. The wind that suddenly came in blew his unruly long hair, and his whole body seemed to be bathed in a lightning thunderstorm, which would burst out at any time.
Erupting angry flames, destroying the sky and destroying the earth.
Linglong, Danqing, and Chifeng all raised their heads, with a strange luster shining in their eyes.
After a while, Mo Jia took out his phone and dialed a number, "Mo Sheng, I want to see you."
Without saying a word, Mushan turned around and went out to prepare the car.
Zhong Kun said worriedly, "Master, are you sure you want to go alone now? There are mythical beasts around him, I'm afraid..."
As soon as they heard the mythical beast next to him, the other three mythical beasts in the living room frowned, their eyes were unwilling and helpless. Who said that guy was too strong? Even if the three of them teamed up, they would not necessarily put it aside.
In eyes!
Mojia left the living room with a suppressed anger and got directly into the car, followed closely by Mu Chuan.
Zhong Kun was still worried and said to Linglong, "Linglong, can you go with me to protect the eldest young master?"
Linglong rolled her eyes at it, "Don't say it's me, it's useless even if that stinky fox is gone!"
Danqing jumped down from under the chandelier with a muffled voice, and ran out waving his five tails manically.
Linglong shook her head and said helplessly, "It's better to find Mo Yan quickly."
Zhong Kun sighed, "How can the young master have the energy to find Mo Yan? Even if the earth is turned around, he still has to find Huanhuan and Youyou first."
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Arriving at the magazine where Huanhuan worked, Mo Jia walked straight in, Mu Shan stayed in the car, and Mu Chuan followed.
The receptionist at the magazine stood there petrified the moment she saw him, and she even forgot to ask.
Mu Chuan asked at the right time, "Let's find Mr. Mo."
"Uh," she woke up suddenly and hurriedly dialed the internal line. After getting the answer, she led the two of them to the office upstairs.
Pushing open the door of Mo Sheng's office, Mo Jia went straight in. Mu Chuan closed the door and stood guard at the door.
Mo Sheng raised his head from the pile of documents, smiled at him, and leaned on the chair, "You are slow, I have been waiting for you here for a long time."
At this moment, the roles were changed. He was no longer the aloof heir to the Mo family, nor was he the great savior with countless auras! What Mo Sheng wanted to see was his groveling appearance!
Mojia strode over and without saying a word, grabbed his collar and lifted him up, "Where are they?"
Mo Sheng raised his eyebrows and looked at him sideways, his lips curled up in a strange way, "I'm suddenly curious. If I asked you to choose one, who would you choose? A woman? Or a daughter?"
A flash of red in Mo Jia's eyes quickly started a prairie fire at a speed that his opponent had no time to notice, burning his originally dark pupils!
"No matter how many little tricks you make outside, I have never taken action against you! But," he tightened his grip on his clothes, said in a cold voice, word for word, "If they lose a hair, I won't do it.
Let me let you go again! No matter whether your surname is Mo or not, or how powerful the divine beast guarding you is!"
"Haha..." Mo Sheng suddenly laughed, pushed him away gently but forcefully, straightened his wrinkled clothes, his smile gradually faded away, leaving only a look of indifference on his face, "Mo Jia, what are you doing now?
What position do you have to speak harshly to me? Yes, they are in my hands. If you want to save them, don't act like a condescending prince in front of me!"
Mo Jia didn't have time to play psychological games with him, so he asked straight to the point, "What do you want to think about?"
Mo Sheng stroked his smooth chin with his hand, tilted his head as if he was pondering for a moment, and then said awkwardly, "Then give me the company first. I'll think about the rest."
"No problem." Mojia nodded in agreement without even thinking about it.
Mo Sheng raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "So happy? If grandpa knew that the M.O. he worked so hard to establish was used as a bargaining chip by his beloved grandson for transactions, he would definitely faint."
"Tell me, what else do you want?" Mojia's powerful aura made people dare not ignore him. Even though he was in a passive state, he still did not lose the slightest bit of domineering.
The wrinkles between Mo Sheng's brows began to deepen. He just hated him looking like this. He obviously wanted something from him, but he acted like he was giving alms!
He turned around quickly and said coldly, "I have only thought of this for the moment. You should go back first. I will tell you when I think of it."
Mo Jia narrowed his eyes, clenched his fists, and then slowly loosened them, "Mo Sheng, I don't want my hands to be stained with my own blood."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, Mo Sheng sneered.
Now is no longer the time for him to be the savior.
After leaving the building, Mojia quickly got into the car and Mushan drove away.
"Bring it here."
"Yeah," Mu Chuan understood and handed over a black analyzer that was more than ten minutes long.
Mojia took it and immediately operated it familiarly. After a while, a three-dimensional image appeared on the screen, with a red human figure on it, which was particularly eye-catching.
"Successful!" Mu Chuan was very excited. Mushan who was driving just glanced in the car mirror.
Mojia's eyes narrowed slightly, and it was only then that his stiff body relaxed a little.
Unexpectedly, the magnetic powder studied by Zhong Kun is really useful! As long as it is stained on the skin, it can penetrate into the subcutaneous tissue, and then use the analyzer to quickly determine the person's location.
Mo Jia knew that the only way to find Mo Sheng immediately was to avoid making him suspicious.