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Mo Zixiao quickly drove to the hospital. In order to clear his mind a little, as well as to quickly eliminate the sadness in the deepest part of his heart, he purposely opened the skylight, letting the cold autumn air rush in, taking the alcohol with him. The heat that came from within also carried away an indescribable boredom.

He rushed all the way and finally arrived at the hospital when the morning light was just beginning to show.

He walked into the elevator and looked at his watch. It was already 6: 15 in the morning.

Uncle Chen actually didn't call. Perhaps the operation was still ongoing, or perhaps he just wanted him to sleep a little longer?

But where was he sleeping?

The old man's illness, the troublesome matters of the Mo family, and the doubt that still lingered in his mind, all left him feeling confused and unable to sleep peacefully.

Perhaps he would never be able to get the life he wanted in this lifetime?

He could only rely on alcohol and changing his body into a different woman. The body brought fresh and different stimuli time and time again to barely be able to hold on, right?

Just like that, he continued to live like a zombie until the last trace of kindness in the deepest part of his heart was wiped away. Then, he would completely die, right?

He turned his head and looked at the cold street outside the window. The towering building smiled coldly …

As he stepped out of the elevator, the corridor was completely silent. He only occasionally saw one or two patients get up and go to the hospital. When he was born.

At the reception desk, a nurse was dozing with her chin propped up, completely unaware of his approach.

He frowned and gave up any thoughts of asking. He turned around and left, planning to go to the ward to take a look.

He walked through the long corridor, and in the end, he stopped in front of a room at the end of the corridor. As he stretched out his hand and was about to push open the door, he suddenly heard Uncle Chen's voice from within the ward. "Old Master, it's already morning, do you want to call the Young Master to come over?"

Mo Zixiao was stunned. Just as he finished the operation, the anesthetic was passed over, and Mo Guxuan was able to speak?

Or was he just awake?

Just as he was suspecting, he heard Mo Guxuan's deep and powerful voice come from the ward, "For now, don't make any calls. He's been tired for a few days. Let him rest for a while! Not to mention, it would be more troublesome if he came. Right now, I should still be in a coma due to the anesthetic! "He's here, but he wants me to act instead. I'm so tired!"

"Master is right. He had indeed been extremely tired these past few days. I can see that his face has turned yellow, his eyes are bloodshot, and he has lost a lot of weight. " Uncle Chen sighed sympathetically, "In this time of trouble, I can see how much my young master loves you!" The relationship between the two of you is much better than it seems! "

"Yes." I feel the same way. So I hope it stays the same. For him, for the Mo family, I will not hesitate to do evil! If anyone dares to obstruct my way, I, Mo Guoxuan, will surely kill any god or Buddha! " As he finished speaking, Mo Guxuan's voice was ghastly.

Judging from the voice alone, it was not hard to tell that the current him had a gloomy face, eyes filled with killing intent, and teeth gnashing.

Outside the door, Mo Zixiao's face was pale, the hand he was holding the door handle with slowly drooping down. Taking a few steps back, he gritted his teeth and quickly left.

At the top floor of the New York Hotel, in the presidential suite, HENRY contentedly tumbled from a voluptuous woman onto the chuang, gasping for breath.

The woman lazily sat up, took out a cigarette from a cigarette case on the chuang cabinet, put it on her dark red lips, lit it, then put it on her lips, put her head on his shoulder with a coquettish smile, and said, "Today we can play all day!"

HENRY gave a faint smile, took a deep breath of smoke, and then put the cigarette in the ashtray, "If you like, you can stay! But I'm leaving right now! If I did not have to repay Old Mister Mo's kindness, I would not have given up such an important seminar and come here! "

Before he finished his sentence, he had already jumped up from the bed and wrapped the towel around his tall and muscular body. He put on his slippers and walked quickly into the bathroom.

The woman pursed her lips and sneered disapprovingly. She lazily lit up a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled. She raised her head and narrowed her eyes. Just as she was about to clearly see what the smoke looked like, she suddenly heard the door open from outside.

He thought that the hotel waiter had sent him an exquisite breakfast, but he was too lazy to get up. He lazily said, "Put the things down, take the tip on the tea table and leave!"

After waiting for a while, he did not hear the sound of the dishes being placed on the tea table, nor did he hear the sound of the door being closed after the waiter left.

He could not help but frown and raise his voice, "You stayed here for too long!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw a man in a royal blue suit walk into the room with unhurried steps.

He was tall and straight, with a handsome, shapeless face that glowed dreamily in the morning light, and his lips, with their perfect lines, were raised high on the right side, revealing a cold, merciless smile.

He was clearly so handsome, yet no one dared to look him in the eye. They only felt that a cold and cruel heart was hidden within that perfect body.

The woman was scared silly by his smile. Her beautiful white body exploded. Lu Lu shivered in the air, and soon a thick layer of goosebumps appeared on her skin.

Mo Zixiao! How many women were completely infatuated with this legendary Prince of the underworld? Even if they knew that their sacrifice wouldn't win him even a tiny bit, they wouldn't be afraid of dying and continuing onward.

Among them, the most tragic was ALICE, who had recently been sent to a mental hospital by his own father.

He really lived up to his name!

Even though she had experienced many different kinds of men, she had always wanted to take advantage of them when she saw this man. She wanted nothing more than to pounce on him and serve him well.

But, she didn't dare!

One reason was because she knew her own identity. It would be disrespectful to him if she even touched his toes.

Two was because of the cold smile that came from the bottom of his heart, and the killing intent that lurked in that pair of slanted peach blossom eyes.

Seeing her foolishly staring at him, Mo Zixiao did not know how to cover up his naked, naked, and naked body. His brows furrowed even tighter as he looked down and saw Ling Qing at his feet. On top of the messy clothes.

Step back, and keep your voice just low enough for her to hear, "Five minutes, quickly put on your clothes and leave. I have something to talk to HENRY about! "

The woman was frightened awake by his bone-chilling voice. She didn't dare to say anything, nor did she dare to look at him anymore. She hurriedly jumped down from the bed, ran to him, picked up the clothes on the ground, and quickly put them on.

After a moment of confusion, he finally managed to put on his clothes. Even though his clothes were buttoned incorrectly, he didn't pay it any attention. He bent over towards Mo Zixiao, then stumbled towards the door.

Just as he was about to open the door, the voice full of killing intent suddenly spoke in a low voice, "Wait!"

Her hands trembled and her entire body went limp, almost falling to the ground.

He said indifferently, "Don't let me know you called Mo Guxuan after we leave!"

The woman nodded like a chicken pecking at rice and looked at him as if he were a Texas chainsaw killer.

Facing the woman's extremely terrified eyes, Mo Zixiao felt a deep sense of disgust. Turning his head, he stopped looking at her and gently waved his hand.

If the woman received an amnesty, she would immediately throw herself outside the door.

With a frown, Mo Zixiao turned around and walked into the room. Finally, he stopped in front of the bathroom door.

He looked at the door, raised his leg and took a step back. Then, he suddenly exerted force and kicked the door open.

In the steamy bathroom, the man in the bathtub stood up in panic. He looked at the man who was approaching with great difficulty and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, saying with difficulty, "Young Master Mo? Why are you here? Did the old man's illness repeat itself? "

"Sick?" Mo Zixiao smiled mockingly, his eyes sweeping around before finally landing on the razor by the bathtub.

Startled, HENRY instinctively bent down to grab the razor.

However, the next moment, Mo Zixiao twisted his wrist and pressed it down. On the wall where droplets of water kept rolling down, a shiny, sharp razor rested lightly against the artery of his neck.

The cold sharpness of the blade made him tremble with fear. He dared not move a muscle.

Because even if he didn't struggle and resist, a slight turn of his body would have cut his throat open, and his blood would have splattered everywhere like an uncontrollable water cage.

"Young Master Mo …" "Do we need to do this?"

"I hate people who lie to me the most! So, HENRY, did you lie to me? " Mo Zixiao's cold voice rang in his ears like a ghost, causing him to shiver.

"I... "I didn't lie to you …" Just as he finished speaking, a heart-wrenching pain came from the right earlobe, causing his entire body to tremble.

"Are you sure you didn't lie to me?" Mo Zixiao placed a razor with blood dripping from it onto his mouth and pressed the sharp edge against his nose, "I used to stay in the Cobra Army and was very familiar with all kinds of methods to force a confession. If you feel that you have enough perseverance to endure all kinds of physical and mental pain. If it's physical torture, then I don't mind demonstrating it onto your body one by one. "

As he spoke, he used a bit of force, easily causing a wound to appear on his nose.

"I really didn't lie to you! Young Master Mo, let's talk. Why do you need to do this? " HENERY said, fighting back the pain.

"It seems that your psychological qualities are not bad. I have truly underestimated you!" Mo Zixiao laughed coldly and suddenly snapped a piece of wire, grabbing it and said, "I wonder if you have received an electric shock?"

Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly dropped the exposed wires into the bathtub's water.

"Ah …" Sparks flew in all directions. HENRY trembled and screamed.

Mo Zixiao immediately took out the electric wire and asked coldly, "Do you want to try again?"

HENRY sat gasping for breath in the bathtub, not forgetting to shake his head out of the instinct to save himself.

With a tug, Mo Zixiao pulled the electric wire out of the switch and threw it on the ground. He then asked in an unperturbed manner, "So, what do you want to tell me?"

HENRY raised his head weakly, his brown eyes filled with deep fear.