"As for the killer at Hell Gate, he was a tough guy. He tried many methods but refused to reveal the person who instigated him."
"But based on the current confessions of the deceased's relatives and reporters, which are all related to Chen Jun, it can be shown that all of this was instigated by Mo Bin, the killer of Hell Gate, and may have been hired by Mo Bin."
"However, the current evidence all points to Chen Jun, and Chen Jun has now been silenced. There is no way to directly prove that he is related to Mo Bin."
Liu Chen fell into silence and said nothing, but judging from his expression, he was in great pain. He closed his eyes tightly and his mind was confused.
What Xu Jing told him was enough to show that Mo Bin was behind all this.
After a while, Liu Chen opened his eyes, feeling a little sad, and said with self-mockery: "I didn't expect that my big brother, from the beginning to the end, never wanted to give up and kill me."
Although he had known for a long time that Mo Bin and he were not biological brothers, and Mo Gaoyang had no blood relationship with him and was not his biological father.
But after all, he grew up in the Mo family, and he once regarded Mo Bin as his biological brother. But Mo Bin didn't think so, and not only that, he also found trouble for him everywhere.
Even now, I still want his life!
Although he felt very sad, no matter what, the Mo family did have a nurturing grace for him.
Mo Gaoyang was also implicated by him and was admitted to the intensive care unit. He has not yet woken up.
"Brother Chen, I know that the Mo family has nurtured you, but you are very conflicted and don't want to take action against the Mo family."
Xu Jing also knew his dilemma and said, "If you don't want to do this, leave it to me and I can do it for you."
Liu Chen shook his head and said, "Mo Gaoyang hasn't woken up yet. Let's wait until he wakes up."
Although he was very grateful to Mo Gaoyang for raising him, it did not change his prejudice against Mo Gaoyang.
Even if you want to take action against Mo Bin, you have to wait for Mo Gaoyang to wake up before deciding what to do.
Xu Jing was silent for a while and then said: "Brother Chen, I think you have changed!"
"Maybe you didn't realize it yourself, but you became a little indecisive after leaving the North."
"You have more feelings than before, but some people are not worth wasting your feelings."
"You should know that on the battlefield, being soft-hearted to others is being cruel to yourself, and may even cost you your life."
Xu Jing was even more excited than Liu Chen, "This is not the first time that Mo Bin wants your life. No matter how many times you let him go, he will never let you go. He will definitely take your life!"
Liu Chen remained silent, with a bit of pain on his face.
Xu Jing was right, but Mo Bin was Mo Gaoyang's only bloodline, and he couldn't bear to attack the man he once regarded as his eldest brother.
He has resented Mo Gaoyang for more than 20 years. If he kills Mo Gaoyang's only bloodline again, this may be difficult for Mo Gaoyang to accept.
"This matter ends here!"
Liu Chen did not directly answer Xu Jing's words. He spoke after a moment, with a somewhat threatening tone.
Xu Jing sighed and said nothing more.
Mojia Manor, a mansion.
Mo Bin sat on the big comfortable sofa, full of anger. The room was in a mess, with all the debris that Mo Bin had smashed into pieces.
A middle-aged figure stood on one side, looking tremblingly at Mo Bin going crazy, with panic on his face.
"They are all a bunch of trash!"
Mo Bin roared angrily: "The long-premeditated plan was completely messed up by you!"
"The Zichen Group is mine, and it can only be mine!"
"I spent so much time and paid so much to finally succeed, but now it's all in vain!"
The middle-aged man said quickly: "Master Bin, please calm down first. Something happened today and there was an accident. Otherwise, you shouldn't have missed it."
"We have bribed those reporters, but the reporters have disappeared and cannot be contacted at all. This is very abnormal."
"Why don't you go out to avoid the storm? Come back after the storm subsides."
Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Mo Bin's expression became even worse. He roared angrily: "Trash is trash, don't make excuses. Things have already been messed up by you. What's the use of making excuses now?"
"Now let me avoid the limelight. What limelight do I need to avoid?"
Mo Bin was extremely troubled and cursed, making the middle-aged man dare not speak anymore, but his eyes were full of worry.
