Xiao Hengjiang, wearing a black coat and holding a cigar in his hand, came in a menacing manner. He heard the gunshot and thought his son had committed a murder, so he came over.
"Who did the young master kill again?" Xiao Hengjiang came to the crowd and asked.
"Yes, it's the young master who was killed." A bodyguard said tremblingly.
"What? Where is the young master?" Xiao Hengjiang's voice rose a hundred decibels.
The crowd parted, revealing Xiao Ran. Xiao Ran was lying in a pool of blood, his eyes wide open.
When Xiao Hengjiang saw his son, he was stunned. He was in a daze and almost lost his balance. The cigar in his hand also fell to the ground.
The entire manor was eerily quiet, and everyone was watching.
Xiao Hengjiang walked to his son step by step. His steps were extremely heavy. When he came to his son, Xiao Hengjiang knelt down and helped his son close his eyes. Then he stood up, his eyelids rolled up, and a cold look struck everyone present.
Scanned all over his body one by one.
"Who did it?" Xiao Hengjiang's voice was very deep, but in people's ears, it made people shudder.
No one dared to look at Xiao Hengjiang, except Mo Hai, whose expression was dull and conspicuous.
"Did you kill my son?" Xiao Hengjiang looked at Mo Hai, his eyes dark and murderous.
"Your son deserves to be killed, so he will be killed." Mo Hai said casually.
"My son deserves to die, and it is not your turn to be judged. If you kill my son, I will make you pay with your life." Xiao Hengjiang said angrily, his eyes seemed to be shooting out of fire. He has been in the underground world of Central China for decades. Who is this person?
I have never seen him before. He always pushes others to the ground and rubs them. I didn’t expect that today, a young man would dare to talk to him like this.
"If I can kill your son, I can kill you." Mo Hai said nonchalantly, not taking it seriously at all.
"How dare you?" Xiao Hengjiang said angrily.
"You can give it a try, do you dare me?" Mo Hai said with a smile.
Mo Hai's attitude made Xiao Hengjiang cautious. He was a little confused about Mo Hai's details.
"Uncle Xiao, this boy is very capable. He is a martial artist. Most people can't deal with him. Wait for my grandpa to deal with him." Cheng Mu reminded in a low voice from the side.
Xiao Hengjiang nodded. The Cheng family is a martial arts family, and the old man is a giant in martial arts. It is not easy to deal with Mo Hai.
"You are a martial artist who kills ordinary people at will. You are breaking a big taboo. Even if this matter comes to Longwuyuan, you have no reason to defend yourself." Xiao Hengjiang said in a deep voice.
"I want to kill people, so why do I need to defend myself? Longwuyuan means nothing to me." Mo Hai chuckled.
The last time Mo Hai was in Ludao City, he heard his ancestors mention Longwuyuan and knew that it was a department that balances martial arts and the outside world. But now, the situation is stable and there are few conflicts between martial arts and the outside world, so Longwuyuan is almost
It is in name only, but it is still necessary to exist. It is the standard for people in martial arts to act. If people in martial arts act recklessly, even if the outside world cannot judge them, there is still Longwuyuan that can judge them.
Longwuyuan has a deterrent effect on martial arts, but it has no effect on Mo Hai. Gods and Buddhas cannot interfere with Mo Hai's actions, let alone this Longwuyuan.
"Huh, arrogant, but there is no need for Longwuyuan to deal with you. The old man of the Cheng family will be here soon." Xiao Hengjiang sneered.
"Then wait for him to come over. If you have any trump cards, feel free to use them. Since I'm here today, I'll have a good time with you." Mo Hai said with a smile.
"I hope you can still laugh after a while. You have no idea how powerful Mr. Cheng is." Xiao Hengjiang's face was dark, and his hatred for Mo Hai was ready to come out.
Suddenly, Cheng Mu's cell phone rang. Cheng Mu answered the call and was immediately delighted.
"Boy, just wait until you die. My grandpa is here." Cheng Mu hung up the phone and suddenly became proud.
In Cheng Mu's opinion, no matter how powerful Mo Hai is, he is not as powerful as his grandfather.
In his heart, grandpa is like God, no one can compare with him.
"Maybe your grandfather knows me." Mo Hai said with a smile. At the last Cangnan martial arts gathering, many Chinese martial arts forces went, including the Cheng family. If they went, Mo Hai didn't know Mr. Cheng, but Cheng
Old man, you must know yourself.
"It's no use knowing you, I'll kill you anyway." Cheng Mu sneered, and then hurriedly ran towards the door.
Soon, an old man wearing a Chinese tunic suit and meticulously combed gray hair came in at a quick pace. One look at his energy and energy showed that he was not simple.
Cheng Yikui is the father of the Cheng family, a family of martial arts. The Cheng family also has a high status in Chinese martial arts. Luo Jue, the ancestor of the Luo family, one of the seven major martial arts families in China, died last time in Cangnan. The status of the Luo family is shaky.
The Cheng family is planning to replace it and become one of the seven new martial arts families.
"Grandpa, that's the boy who injured me today and killed Xiao Ran just now." Cheng Mu pointed at Mo Hai and said angrily, like a bullied child complaining in front of an adult.
Even Xiao Hengjiang couldn't help but step forward and accuse Mo Hai.
Cheng Yikui walked to Xiao Ran's body, glanced at Xiao Ran, frowned slightly, and then looked at Mo Hai, his eyes like a tiger's.
Mo Hai thought Cheng Yikui would know him, but unfortunately, Cheng Yikui did not go to Cangnan to participate in the martial arts gathering last time due to retreat, so he did not know Mo Hai.
Of course, regarding the Cangnan martial arts gathering, although Peng Lianshan asked everyone not to publicize it to the outside world, rumors still leaked out.
The rumors about Mo Hai are also very outrageous, causing many people to not believe them even though they have heard about them.
"Who are you?" Seeing Mo Hai being so calm, Cheng Yikui knew that Mo Hai was not simple. He killed Xiao Hengjiang's son and yet he was so confident. He must have a strong background to support him.
"I'm a little surprised that you don't recognize me." Mo Hai said with a smile.
"Do I need to get to know you?" Cheng Yikui frowned. Mo Hai was obviously very young, but he looked like an old god, which made people feel uncomfortable.
"It seems that you didn't attend last year's Cangnan Martial Arts Festival. If you had attended, you would definitely know me." Mo Hai said with a smile.
Hearing this, Cheng Yikui was shocked and looked at Mo Hai again.
"You, you are Mr. Mo who defeated all the heroes at the Cangnan Martial Arts Festival?" Cheng Yikui was a little unbelievable.
"You're not stupid." Mo Hai chuckled.
"Grandpa, don't listen to him. Who knows if Mr. Mo is really as powerful as the rumors say? And even if he is Mr. Mo, I don't believe he will be your opponent, grandpa. We don't need to be afraid of him. There is no need to fear him."
Eighty-nine, he wants to pretend to be Mr. Mo to scare us." Cheng Mu was startled at first, then sneered, not believing it at all.