After chasing and fighting for more than three hours, Mo Fei had no other equipment on him and could only rely on his nimble skills to fight with the opponent. In the end, it was he who stretched out his hand and pulled the black silk thrown by the opponent while his body was shaking.
Behind his back, he stirred with his backhand and cut the black silk thread towards the other person's throat.
That is no ordinary black silk, it can be regarded as a top-notch weapon, the edge is like the tip of a knife.
He can cut a person's throat without even touching the blood.
Another man in black was horrified when he saw that his companion was killed by the helpers called by Wuji. He did not dare to fight anymore. He hurriedly fired the pistols with both hands to force them back. He threw an iron rope in his hand and slid it.
He was already on the highway next to him, and his figure disappeared very quickly.
Mo Fei was about to chase him, but he didn't have those climbing equipment, but if this man ran away, his eldest brother would still be in danger.
He turned around, but his elder brother had no intention of chasing him.
"Xiao Fei, you go home right now. Just pretend you don't know what happened tonight. Don't get involved with me."
"You know I won't leave. Now they already think that I am your helper. Brother, we cooperate well, don't we?"
Murphy covered his palm. His hand had already been injured when he used it to hold the black silk stockings. It could be said that it was bloody and bloody.
But he didn't care. This small injury was nothing compared to the people he killed.
Mo Wuji frowned and was about to speak again when he heard Mo Fei say: "I still have a residence in Lincheng. No one usually goes there. Let's go back there first. As for the body, let's put it here and wait for the police."
`Let the police investigate. With this case, I believe they will not dare to take action easily in the near future."
Then he took advantage of this time to think of a way to let his eldest brother go abroad.
This was Mo Fei's plan, but when he pulled Mo Wuji, his whole figure staggered, and he was suddenly surprised.
"Brother, are you injured?"
"I'm fine."
Without any explanation, Mo Fei picked him up and hurried to the city. At the scene of the incident, only a cold corpse was left in a strange state of death.
It seemed that he was strangled to death by the hidden weapon he brought, but anyone with a discerning eye would know that this might be an assassination.
Related to the underworld organization, Lincheng's top police station issued a notice to strictly investigate various gang organizations in Lincheng, including Jin Yuanbao of the Western Suburbs Betfair Gang who was implicated.
And those things are not what Murphy needs to worry about anymore.
After entering Lincheng, their goal was too obvious. Mo Fei took off his coat and wrapped Mo Wuji's legs. They disguised themselves and called a car back to Qingshuiwan Community.
It was already midnight at this time, and the taxi drivers were all sleepy and did not pay much attention to their injuries.
It wasn't until the two of them got out of the car that he noticed that there seemed to be some blood smell left in the car.
The driver was so frightened that he didn't dare to stop any longer and drove out quickly.
When he returned to his residence on the 22nd floor, Mo Wuji's face was already pale. He was shot in the leg. There was only a medical box in the house, which was not enough to retrieve the bullet.
Murphy looked at his condition, frowned and said, "I'm going to call a doctor. The wound can't be delayed any longer."
"No, someone will find the body as soon as daybreak. If the news that I was shot spreads out, it will be detrimental to you. Bring me a fruit knife and I will get it myself."
Mo Wuji rejected his words and frowned at his injuries.