Ji Mo's body stiffened slightly, and he lazily leaned against the window, sneering disdainfully: "Why should I feel guilty? People who have participated in these politics should understand the dangers of it. If you die, you can't blame anyone."
A sharp slap fell on Ji Mo's face, and Mu Baoer's eyes were as cold as sharp knives.
"I used to think that you just came from the underworld. You have experienced all kinds of killings since you were a child. You were driven by survival instinct, so you had to be cruel. But tonight I finally know that you are a cold-blooded beast from beginning to end, without a trace of emotion.
, and I don’t feel any guilt at all.”
She thought that when he saw Ye Weiwei so devastated, he would at least feel a little guilty for what he had done. Anyone with a bloody heart would feel that it was too much.
But no, he didn't have it at all, his blood was cold, and his heart was cold too.
The left side of Ji Mo's face was so hot that she slapped it, and half of it was swollen. His eyes became colder and colder, and he held her arm.
"Yes, I am just a cold-blooded animal. Don't expect me to have any sympathy. Since I was a child, I have killed so many people and I have never regretted what I did. Ye Yuan is nothing."
"You scumbag." Mu Baoer was extremely disappointed.
Ji Mo sneered: "What's wrong, you want to fight for Ye Weiwei?"
Mu Baoer coldly withdrew his hand: "I am not yet capable of redressing the injustice, but don't think that you can always trample on other people's happiness like this. Sooner or later, I will seek compensation for Ye Weiwei and what you did to me in the past.
A justice.”
"Are you declaring war on me?" Ji Mo's voice was cold.
"Yes, this time, I take the initiative to declare war on you, and I will do my best to defeat you." Mu Baoer said loudly.
Ji Mo looked at her unflinching momentum, and his heart was stabbed hard, and he became more and more cruel: "Everyone who challenged me is dead. You'd better not regret saying this."
"I will never regret it."
Mu Baoer slammed the door and left.
Jingyue saw such a big movement and walked in. She saw Ji Mo's face was manic and full of murderous intent. She couldn't help being shocked and saw that Mu Baoer had really stabbed Lord Ji hard this time.
"Sir, why don't you explain it to me? If you confront me head-on, she will only hate you more."
Ji Mo sneered: "Why should I explain to her? Besides, Ye Yuan did die in our hands. There is nothing to explain."
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In just a few days, Ye Weiwei became as haggard as a human being, lost a lot of weight, had no energy at all, and couldn't eat anything. She held Ye Yuan's photo all day long, but there was nothing but emptiness in her eyes.
The forensic doctor has examined the corpse, but the investigation has yielded no results.
Mu Baoer naturally understood that Sun Mian did things cleanly and neatly, and if people could find evidence, it would not be Sun Mian.
She didn't dare to tell Ye Weiwei everything she knew. Firstly, there was no evidence to prove that Ji Mo sent someone to do it. Secondly, if Ye Weiwei knew about it, she would definitely go out of her way to seek revenge on Ji Mo. The only way out would be death.
What's more, this kind of factional struggle involves too much, and the big shots above don't want to delve into this matter. The investigation will not yield any results at all. At most, a few scapegoats will come out to understand the case.
Therefore, the upper class is also divided into high and low classes. The real upper class are the powerful people. Businessmen like Ye Yuan, no matter how big their business is, they only belong to the bottom class and are considered to be sacrificed pawns.