Mo Shangjun thought that this was just a simple incident and that he would never see them again after being punished, so he didn't take them to heart at all.
She never thought that she would meet one of them again.
That was almost an hour later. Mo Shangjun had eaten and drank enough and was strolling on the street. There were gradually fewer people around. It was not as lively as before, but the stores were still open. Mo Shangjun was shopping on the street.
Arriving at the end of the street, she wandered back from the end of the street and immediately remembered the name and order of each store. If she lingered a little longer, she would even remember the characteristics of each store.
Clear.
Of course, even at this speed, she could remember only half of it clearly.
Mo Shangjun walked to the other end of the street. There were relatively few pedestrians, and there was a sudden drizzle. She squinted her eyes slightly, intending to find a place to hide from the rain, but when she glanced around, she fell into a dilapidated house.
In front of the supermarket, the figure under the eaves also successfully attracted Mo Shangyun's attention.
There were two people standing under the eaves. One was a young man in his thirties, tall and with broad shoulders. He was standing at the entrance wearing black casual clothes. He lowered his head and smoked a cigarette. His face was hidden under the brim of a peaked cap and could not be seen clearly.
His appearance. He was only in his early twenties, very young, wearing a white T-shirt, with an obvious smile and flattery on his obscene face - this person was one of the young people Mo Shangjun met an hour ago.
First, there is still a mark of Mo Shangjun’s fist on his forehead, and the bruise is very conspicuous.
The two were obviously communicating about something, and the young man's hands were touching his trouser pockets from time to time. The pockets were bulging, and Mo Shangyun could guess what they were.
By some strange combination of circumstances, Mo Shangyun couldn't explain exactly what his psychology was. He walked a few steps to the side and came to the grocery store opposite. While he seemed to be carefully selecting items, he looked through the glass door at the opposite store.
The two people could vaguely make out a few words through their mouth shapes, but because they were a certain distance apart and the light was dim, she couldn't see very clearly, and it was difficult to determine what they were discussing.
They didn't stay there for long, just chatting. After a minute or two, they saw the young man leading the young man through the door. They didn't go too far inside, so Mo Shangyun could see the young man putting the things in his pocket.
A thick wad of money was handed to the young man, and the young man casually took a pack of cigarettes from the shelf and threw it to the young man.
If you just look at this form, this can be regarded as a very unequal transaction.
A pack of cigarettes is not worth so much money.
However, the young man showed a satisfied look, took the pack of cigarettes ecstatically, and quickly left the supermarket.
Seeing this, Mo Shangjun did not stay in the grocery store for long, but walked out casually, keeping pace with the young people.
Not long after, he saw a young man turning left and right in the alley, trying to avoid the crowds and go to a remote place. Mo Shangyun saw that he was not being polite, so he immediately stopped hiding behind him and went to a remote place openly and openly.
Follow him.
At a certain corner, the young man in front speeded up and suddenly disappeared from sight, while Mo Shangjun raised his eyebrows with a smile, continued to walk at the same pace as before, leisurely came to the corner, and then turned sideways.
The cold blade was stained with raindrops in the air. The raindrops fell and then splashed up. Fine water splashes danced, coating the blade with a layer of ice coldness and lingering with a biting murderous aura.
Mo Shangyun raised her lips and chuckled, raised her eyelids, and met the young man's stern gaze. She did not make any move, nor did she try to avoid the sudden attack. But the moment she saw her, the one who attacked her
The young man suddenly stopped moving. His eyes widened suddenly and he stared at Mo Shangyun in disbelief. The fingers holding the dagger became weak and the dagger almost fell to the ground due to the force.
Almost subconsciously, he took half a step back, his expression tense and defensive.
"You..." His voice trembled, and his tone became erratic due to changes in emotions, "Why are you here?"
The person who thought it would be difficult to see her again was actually following her after such a short time... When the young man thought of her previous skills, he felt that he might collapse at any time.
In fact, he really collapsed.
Because Mo Shangjun took action again as he expected.
Undoubtedly overwhelmed by his fighting power, he fought with Mo Shangyun with a death wish and tried his best to escape, but his hope was in vain. He was knocked down by Mo Shangyun with almost no room for resistance.
The vital points were hit one by one, and in the end he was unable to even get up, and it was even difficult for him to even open his mouth to curse.
He was in so much pain that he could only try not to scream.
However, Mo Shangyun did not let him go.
Squatting down, Mo Shangyun groped around on his body and successfully took out the cigarette that he had previously regarded as a treasure.
"I ask a question and you answer a question, do you hear me?"
...
Ten minutes later, Mo Shangjun walked out of the alley.
There was drizzle in the sky, and some raindrops fell into the eyes, bringing a slight coolness, which made the eyes become brighter and brighter, like black and shiny glass balls.
The coat was wet and the color became darker, and there were water droplets dripping from the ends of her hair. She lazily raised her eyes and looked at the dark night sky above her head.
Tsk.
Mo Shangyun cursed in his heart.
Then, she turned around and walked back the way she came.
There are some things, once you have seen them, you should not turn a blind eye. (To be continued)