Chapter 42
"Kid, are you interested in joining our Origin King Association?”
Mo Wen almost laughed out loud when he heard the middle-aged man's words.
What kind of thing was the Origin King Association? It was just a mafia organization, and a small leader of a mafia organization actually wanted him to work for them?
He was a genius entrepreneur and a millionaire with hundreds of billions of assets. His projects involved almost all of Japan.
A mafia organization that could only survive in Sakura City dared to threaten him to join?
Mo Wen smiled. The middle-aged man thought that his threat had succeeded and smiled as well.
The dozen or so subordinates who ran over also laughed. With Mo Wen's combat strength, they would no longer have to be timid when attacking the Fujiki Group in the future. The most powerful spear under the Fujiki Group, namely Hanayama Kaoru, would also die today.
Today was their lucky day!
Just as the dozen or so subordinates who were lined up at the front passed by Mo Wen.
Suddenly, Mo Wen reached out and grabbed his neck.
Before the man who was caught by Mo Wen could react, he felt a pain in his neck. With a crack, he realized that he could not feel anything below his neck.
Just as he had yet to regain his senses and figure out what this meant, the scene in his vision suddenly spun rapidly. Accompanied by a sharp pain in his head, his vision went black.
He didn't know what had happened, but from the perspective of the others, they saw Mo Wen grabbing their team member's neck and throwing him at their leader like a sandbag.
Bang!
Before the middle-aged man could react, he was sent flying by Mo Wen's subordinate.
The other people were dumbfounded. That was a person, at least 70 kilograms. He was thrown out like a toy, and there was the sound of bones breaking when he was grabbed.
His neck must have been broken!
The dozen or so subordinates of the Origin King Association were drenched in cold sweat. They quickly took out their pistols from their pockets and aimed them at Mo Wen.
"No, I'm not. Don't move!"
A fellow from the Origin King Association roared.
Everyone pulled out their guns and pointed them at Mo Wen. They held their guns tightly as if this was the only way to give them a sense of security.
"Damn it!"
Mu Qi held a knife in his hand, his eyes filled with hatred as he glared at the people from the Origin King Association.
As he was following Kaoru Hanayama and had come to invite Mo Wen for a meal, he did not bring a gun with him.
More importantly, he had to stay by Kaoru Hanayama's side to protect her, to prevent these guys from suddenly making a move. At that time, Kimizaki would use his own body to protect Kaoru Hanayama.
It was just that he had implicated Mo Wen. Mu Qi felt very guilty.
If they hadn't invited Mo Wen over, Mo Wen and Huashan Kaoru wouldn't have fought, and Huashan Kaoru wouldn't have been injured. These guys from the Origin King Association wouldn't have dared to offend them.
With more than ten guns pointed at him at the same time, even the second-generation leader would not be able to survive.
"I'm sorry, Mo Jun. We've implicated you…"
Just as Mu Qi was about to apologize to Mo Wen, he suddenly felt a chill in the air.
It was not an ordinary chill, but a chill that came from the heel of one's foot when someone placed a sharp knife on one's neck and stuck it to one's throat.
Before he became a gangster, he was still a delinquent.
As a delinquent, he had a special ability, which was to see through the danger of the other party. Only in this way could he avoid provoking people he should not provoke.
After Kimizaki became a gangster, he naturally did not lose this skill. He followed the palpitation that made his life feel threatened and finally looked at Mo Wen's back.
Obviously, the source of this palpitation was Mo Wen.
Mu Qi immediately shut his mouth. He felt that the atmosphere was not right.
He wasn't the only one. The dozen or so members of the Origin King Association also sensed danger.
It was a bone-piercing chill that made them jump from their heels to the top of their heads, and the source of this chill was Mo Wen, whom they had pointed their guns at.
"You actually pointed a gun at me?”
Mo Wen's eyes were cold and faintly red. He looked at the black muzzles and felt the danger of death from them.
His scalp began to go numb, like ants flowing through his blood vessels. The sweat glands in his palms began to sweat uncontrollably, and his heart beat like a pile driver. Even the adrenaline in his body began to secrete faster.
This was the first time Mo Wen was so close to death. The strong sense of danger and palpitations made Mo Wen, who had never been in danger before, nervous, depressed, and even began to doubt himself. Then, he was on the verge of death and could not suppress his anger.
Mo Wen was just an ordinary person who had just gained power. Although the several battles during this period of time had changed his mentality, this was the first time he had encountered a life-and-death crisis.
He had a body as strong as Hanayama Kaoru's. He had a tough body that could reduce his attack power by half, and a human-shaped weapon that could turn him into an iron tool.
But what if? What if he still failed to defend against it? What if he hit his eyes or other vulnerable parts?
So, will I die? Could it be? Could it be?
The extreme self-doubt and fear of death pervaded Mo Wen's heart. When this emotion broke through the threshold, it turned into extreme anger and killing intent.
He didn't want to die, so what was the way to not die?
Kill them all!
As Mo Wen thought of this, he lowered his head and his body began to bend slightly. He pressed his fingers on the ground, his eyes bloodshot, and his originally handsome face suddenly looked ferocious and terrifying.
An extremely vicious killing intent rushed towards everyone.
Everyone in the warehouse suddenly held their breath, especially the Origin King Association members standing beside Mo Wen. Their faces turned extremely pale, and their hands holding guns began to tremble.
It was as if Mo Wen had become an evil ghost that wanted to devour people in their eyes. The crazy killing intent scared the few members of the Origin King Association in front of Mo Wen so much that they peed their pants!
"Die!"
Bang!
Accompanied by a loud bang, a huge pit instantly exploded in the concrete. Mo Wen rushed towards the Origin King Association members in front of him like a tiger or leopard.
"Open…" Boom!
The man in front of Mo Wen did not even manage to utter a second word before Mo Wen, who was rushing over, crashed into the pile of wooden boxes behind him. The boxes fell to the ground, stirring up a large cloud of dust.
Dust was flying in the warehouse, but the people present did not care about this at all. They fired wildly in Mo Wen's direction.
Loud gunshots rang out continuously in the warehouse, and the flames flickered.
However, in the next second, a gray-black figure flew over from the direction where everyone was shooting and smashed into a man who was shooting.
The member who was hit screamed and flew backward. His nose bridge was broken, and tears flowed down his face. Blood flowed down his fingers, and he could not stand up at all.
The nine people who were still standing instantly aimed their guns at the gray-black figure that was pressing down on their companion.
"Wait a minute!"
One of the members of the Origin King Association pushed the man in gray and black clothes aside. He saw that the man was bleeding from all seven orifices, and his eyes were wide open. He looked like he had died with grievances. It was his companion who had been sent flying by Mo Wen.
"Not good! Everyone, be careful!"
Seeing this scene, one of the members 'pupils constricted as he roared crazily.
The others also reacted at this moment, but it was already too late.
A figure suddenly descended from the sky and landed between them.
He stared at them with bloodshot eyes, revealing a row of white teeth.
"Go to hell."
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