Chapter 397: Bloodbath

Chapter 398 Blood Washing of Enmity

When the palm of his hand was held in the void, a group of dark flames appeared in his hand out of thin air, exuding a dangerous aura.

Tang Long's face changed drastically, and finally he laughed, "You are very strong, but my teacher will definitely not let you go, you wait for me..."

Zhuo Bufan threw the fireball on him, and the dark flames were silent, turning him into ashes directly. When the wind was blown, he disappeared without a trace, as if this person had never existed.

Only Mo Yi was left on the empty rooftop. At this time, Mo Yi's face was completely pale, and cold sweat was dripping from his forehead, holding his weapon tightly with his hands, aiming at Zhuo Bufan.

He knew that his own force could not win even Bo Feng, let alone Zhuo Bufan. The gun in his hand was his only guarantee.

"An ancient martial artist is too strong." Uncle Feng opened his eyes wide, pressing one hand against the wound, his eyes were completely shocked.

Zhuo Bufan turned his head, and his eyes fell on Mo Yi, "A few years ago, when you Donghuang Group purchased the land in Donghu District, did you kill Guo Hu's father?"

"They did it. I found the information in the data room." Mo Susu said.

"What if I did it? Today I will even die of you. I don't believe you can block the bullet." Mo Yi's eyes were bloodshot, his face almost crazy staring at Zhuo Bufan.

Uncle Feng frowned, a look of worry on his face.

The magician is not the same as the warrior. One is equivalent to a mage, and the other is a samurai. The magic warrior can enter the Taoist spell within ten steps. The magician is like killing a chicken and dog. The time when you seal the spell, the master of the martial arts can slash you. .

"Go to hell." Mo Yi cried frantically, pulling the trigger with his index finger, and the bullet made a white mark in the air and shot out.

Mo Susu and Feng Bo stared at the same time. No matter how strong human beings are, they can’t stop bullets. Unless they are a real master, Mo Yi will not neglect martial arts, and choose to use modern guns. What's the use if the bullet can't stop it?

Only in the next moment, Mo Yi's face became pale and bloodless.

I saw Zhuo Bufan raising his arm, waves of ripples radiated from his palm, and the bullets that came quickly solidified in mid-air, and he could no longer advance an inch.

"This...this is impossible." Mo Yi opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth slightly, in disbelief.

"Inner strength is out of the body, the master is like a dragon?" Feng Bo drew a breath of cold breath, the true essence in his excited body collapsed, triggering a gunshot wound on his waist, and the whole person fainted directly.

"You are too weak." Zhuo Bufan shook his head and flicked his fingers, as if Jin Jiangxiu woman stroked the pipa, the bullet shot back, penetrating Mo Yi's eyebrows, leaving a blood hole.

The gun in Mo Yi's hand fell to the ground with a clatter, and the whole person stiffly leaned back and fell to the ground. He didn't even want to understand why he died.

"Bo Feng." Mo Susu knelt down, frowning, her pretty face full of anxiety.

Zhuo Bufan penetrated Feng Bo's body with a single True Yuan, "He can't die, but he may be in a coma for a few days. Take him to the hospital." After speaking, Zhuo Bufan summoned a few dark flames and turned the corpse on the rooftop. Make ashes.

Riverside villa.

With bright lights, in Villa No. 8, a girl in pajamas held a glass of milk on the table in the living room, "Brother, stop smoking, it's not good for your health. Drink some milk."

"Yeah." The man sitting on the sofa put out the cigarette **** in his ashtray, "Swallow, it's getting late, you go back upstairs to sleep first."

"Well, brother, take a break earlier." After speaking, the girl yawned and walked up the stairs.

At this moment, a figure came out of the dark night and slowly walked towards the living room of the villa. The man in the living room stood up immediately and opened his eyes in surprise: "Xiao Fan, why are you here?"

"Come and see you." Zhuo Bufan smiled.

Some newspaper clippings were placed on the table. The paper was yellowish. A few years ago, Qingzhou Daily and Economic Daily reported on the collapse of the Guo Group and news about Guo Hu’s father committing suicide by jumping from a building.

At that time, Guo Hu desperately investigated, but he was interfered by various forces, coupled with the lack of empirical evidence, and finally had nothing to do.

"I have avenged your father's hatred for you. You can take the swallows abroad with peace of mind." Zhuo Bufan took out the U disk and put it on the table.

Guo Hu was shocked, and said excitedly: "Xiao Fan, did you really avenge me?"

"Well, it was Mo Yi and a Southeast Asian man named Tang Long who used sorcery to cause your father to jump off the building. But both of them have been killed by me." Zhuo Bufan said lightly.

With red eyes, Guo Hu suddenly stood up and knelt on the ground with a thud, "Xiao Fan, my life is yours for Guo Hu."

"Brother Tiger, don't be polite with me." Zhuo Bufan quickly helped him up.

"I will send Yanzi to Eagle Country tomorrow, and I will come back after I arrange her affairs." Guo Hu wiped his tears and said.

...

At this time, in another resplendent European-style decorated villa in Qingzhou, dozens of bodyguards in black clothes and black pants stood solemnly in the courtyard of the villa and in front of the living room.

In the living room, sitting two middle-aged men in their early forties, wearing small stand-up collar waistcoats, brightly dressed, and exuding great coercion, at first glance they are the kind of top powerhouses who have been in the top for a long time.

One of them was Mo Bangyan, the current chairman of the Donghuang Group, but he was sitting on pins and needles at this time.

"Big brother, why did you come here suddenly? Don't call me in advance?" Mo Bangyan said with a smile, his eyes fell on the middle-aged man sitting opposite him.

The middle-aged man was about forty-five years old. He was tall and straight, not angry and arrogant. He exuded the coercion and arrogance of a strong man from all over his body. Donghuang Group is the core industry of our Mo family. I am relieved to have you, but I am a little worried about being vegetarian."

Mo Bangyan breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "I have arranged a job for her when I arrive at the company, and she is also willing to sit up from the bottom first. After she understands the Donghuang Group, I will hand over the group to her."

Mo Chuyang just smiled lightly, and gently stroked an amber jade finger on his thumb. Mo Chuyang stepped into Anjin at the age of nineteen, and at thirty-five years old, his inner strength was great, and he was only one step away from the master. Ten years have passed, and he has already stepped into the realm of a half-step master.

It can be said that Mo Chuyang is the pillar of the entire Mo family. Without Mo Chuyang, there would be no Mo family in Huozhou.

Even though the once awe-inspiring tiger was sick now, it still made Mo Bangyan frightened when he saw him.