Mr. Mo tried his best to sit up, took a look at his stomach that had returned to normal, and said with excitement and surprise on his face: "What a miracle doctor. Damn, the doctors in those big hospitals only said that I had food poisoning, but then they treated me."
No, they are really a bunch of rubbish."
"This is a lowering of the head, and it is not something that doctors can see well."
Zhang Yang also told the truth that there was no way medical skills could cure the patient, so the hospital had nothing to do when it encountered such a patient.
"Well, tell me, how much does the treatment cost?" Seeing that the disease was cured, Mr. Mo struggled to stand up and asked.
"One million." After hearing the other party's initiative, Wang Yang hurriedly took over the conversation and said.
Mr. Mo had a consistently amiable smile on his face, which made Wang Yang even suspect that Zhang Yang had made a mistake in his analysis and felt that the other party was easy to talk to.
"No problem, come with me inside to get the money." After Mr. Mo finished speaking, he glanced at the two men on the side, turned around and walked into the living room.
The two men immediately followed and stood behind Zhang Yang and Wang Yang, with proud and arrogant expressions on their faces.
Especially the one who was beaten into a pig's head. When he smiled, the injury was involved, and he immediately grimaced in pain, which made him look even more ridiculous.
When he walked to the door of the living room, Zhang Yang saw through the door glass that the two men behind him put their hands into their arms, and the exposed corner was actually a black pistol handle.
This surprised him, not because he was afraid that the other party would hurt him and Wang Yang, after all, these people's kung fu was no match for him.
What was surprising was that China did not allow private possession of guns, and the other party not only had guns, but actually wanted to kill both of them just to make a fool of themselves, which shows how cruel and ruthless they are.
"Mr. Mo, you still need someone to tie the bell to untie it. Although your condition is temporarily under control, you still need to find someone who can bow down to you." Zhang Yang said hurriedly.
He didn't want to make things too complicated. Once he started taking action, he might not have the chance to know who had lowered his head, and what kind of person Mr. Mo was in front of him?
What's more, there was a burden like Wang Yang, who didn't feel any danger at all and followed him into the house with a dirty look on his face.
"What? Isn't it already cured?" Before Mr. Mo turned around, Wang Yang, the grandson, became anxious first.
No wonder, in his heart, one million will be available soon. Now that Zhang Yang says he hasn't been cured yet, isn't it like the money is wasted?
"Yes, little brother, didn't you say it was cured just now?"
Mr. Mo took a deep breath, looked back at the men behind him, and asked curiously.
"It only temporarily suppressed the disease, but did not completely cure it."
Zhang Yang turned his head and saw from the corner of his eye that the two big men behind him had taken out their hands again, and continued with a smile: "The surrender can only be lifted by the person who surrendered. In other words, if he cannot be found, your condition is very serious."
It will happen again soon.”
What he said was half true and half false. Masters with advanced cultivation can indeed reach such a level that others cannot remove their head bow.
The lowering of the opponent's head in front of him was not so complicated. He just stabilized the opponent first.
The first is to see who it is that surrendered, and the second is to see who Mr. Mo is in front of him and what evil things he has done.
"Isn't it possible to kill her? Or force her to lower her head?"
When Mr. Mo heard this, he was obviously a little out of control. He no longer bothered to pretend, and even said such harsh words.
"No, you are under a blood curse, which has been tied to the other person's blood and nerves. No matter how much pain she suffers, you will feel the same."
Zhang Yang's eyes flashed with cunning and he continued: "Including death, of course. I can guarantee that if she dies now, you will not survive for an hour."
"I do not believe."
Looking at Mr. Mo's distorted face, Zhang Yang knew that he was starting to go crazy and no longer had his usual calmness.
"You can try."
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Zhang Yang understood that no one would take his own life for granted, not to mention that he had cured his illness just now, so he believed in his words even more.
Sure enough, after Mr. Mo pondered for a moment, a look of helplessness appeared on his fat face, and the arrogant excitement just now gradually calmed down.
"Can you help me find the person who surrendered?"
"Of course you can, it just depends on whether you are willing to take me there?" Zhang Yang felt proud, but still deliberately showed concern on his face.
"Do I have a choice?" Mr. Mo said with a wry smile.
"By the way, you first pay the one million for the treatment."
"But you didn't cure me?" Mr. Mo looked up in surprise, with dissatisfaction in his words.
"If I say it's cured now, I'm afraid you will believe it, right?"
Zhang Yang smiled evilly and paused for a moment before continuing: "Alas! It was only because of my responsibility to the patient that I decided to help you find the real culprit. Otherwise, I would have taken the money and left long ago. Your life and death have nothing to do with me.
Does it matter?"
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Mr. Mo was speechless, with a tangled look on his fat face. He thought to himself, if you said you were cured, I would have killed you long ago. Why would you let you take the money and leave?
But then I thought, what's the difference between killing him now and asking him to help you find the real culprit and then killing him?
I just let him die a little later. Thinking of this, I felt much calmer and showed my usual amiable smile.
"Yes, yes, what a fate, brother." Mr. Mo walked up to him affectionately and patted his shoulder.
"But at this price, maybe..."
"Haha, no problem, as long as we can find her, I'll give you an extra million, no problem." Mr. Mo answered very cheerfully.
He had some doubts at first, feeling that Zhang Yang's good intentions had other purposes. His profession was not visible to the public, and if more people knew about it, it would be more dangerous.
After hearing him tell me about the extra money, I completely dispelled my doubts. How much money can you take with you?
After all, he is a young man, but he is still too young...
"Since Mr. Mo agrees, then take me to have a look. I'll find out as soon as possible and help you solve your worries as soon as possible."
"Okay, I'll take you to my store now."
After Mr. Mo finished speaking, he said to a big man next to him: "What are you doing standing still? Why don't you go drive quickly?"
"Yes, boss." After the big man said that, he hurriedly turned around and walked towards the garage.
"Boss, we can just drive our own car."
Wang Yang felt a little disappointed at first, but after hearing that the other party had increased the price by another one million, he became excited again.
"Haha, there's no need for you two brothers. How can I trouble you to drive the car yourself? Just take my car." Mr. Mo said with a smile.
He was able to get to where he is today not only because he is ruthless, but also because he is careful and cannot give the two of them any chance to escape.
While they were talking, a Bentley drove over and stopped in front of the three of them.
Mr. Mo asked the two of them to get into the car, and just in case something unexpected happened, he asked a big man to get in the car and drove out of the villa.
The three of them were talking and laughing along the way, and Mr. Mo also started chatting and told the two of them about his situation.
In his mind, as long as the two of them entered his shop, they would definitely not come out alive. What could be hidden from those who were about to die?
Mr. Mo's name is Mo Shihui, and he runs more than half of the nightclubs in Donghai City.
Zhang Yang understood that doing this kind of business must be a standard underworld, otherwise how could he hold his own?
There were not many cars on the road, and the villa was only a dozen miles away from the nightclub where we were going, so we reached our destination quickly.
The name of the nightclub is Shuoguo Nightclub. The first thing that comes into view after getting off the bus is two majestic stone lions and a shining golden signboard.
There are more than a hundred parking spaces in front of the door. You must know that this is a prime section of the city center where land is extremely valuable. For this reason alone, many office buildings of listed companies do not have the same appearance.
Because it was daytime, there were few customers in the nightclub. A few girls in fancy dresses sat in front of the bar and chatted. From time to time, there were bursts of coquettish laughter that made people's hearts flutter.
Not far away, a dozen burly men in black suits were playing cards boredly. After seeing a few people entering, they hurriedly stood up and gathered around.
"Mr. Mo, you are here."
"Why is it so early today, Mr. Mo?"
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The big men greeted each other with fawning smiles on their faces.
Damn it, when did the boss of the underworld also become the boss? This is such an enviable title, Zhang Yang cursed secretly in his heart.
Mo Shihui smiled and nodded, as a greeting, and with the air of a boss, he led a few people to the office on the second floor.
"Where is the bathroom?" Zhang Yang felt the urge to urinate and asked with a smile.
"Just turn right at the end of the corridor."
The big man who was beaten into a pig's head could no longer speak fluently.
The only reason Mo Shihui asked him to follow was to take advantage of his anger and give him a chance for revenge.
"You stay with my little brother to prevent him from finding his place." Mo Shihui winked at him, indicating that he should keep an eye on Zhang Yang.
The big man understood and followed Zhang Yang towards the corridor.
"Lao San, what's wrong with your face?" A big man in a black suit came over and asked the man who was beaten into a pig's head.
"MD, don't mention it, you're so unlucky." The third child said full of grievance.
Anyway, apart from the toilet and a few private rooms, there was no escape window at the end of the corridor. The third child didn't bother to go to the smelly place in the toilet, so he stopped and chatted with his companions.
When Zhang Yang walked to the door of the toilet, he saw a familiar figure walking out of the women's toilet next to him, and was stunned for a moment.
This person is none other than Meng Wanting, a reporter from Donghai Morning News.
She was wearing a nightclub waitress's small suit, and the high heels made her petite body stand taller, making her look convex and charming.
What's more important is that this little girl actually wore light makeup, light red lips, and black eye shadow, making her less capable and more charming.
"What are you doing here?" Meng Wanting had a nervous look on her pretty face, she shrank her head and said cautiously.
"This is where men come, why can't I come?" Zhang Yang said with a smirk. (To be continued)