Chapter: 4044

Mo Xian looked outside with a gloomy expression. Many of his people died, but Uncle Qian's condition was even worse.

He didn't even figure out the power, so he temporarily recruited a group of killers to make up for it.

Do you think this will put him to death?

He chuckled.

The old man doesn't want him to die, the old man wants Uncle Qian to die, right?

His eyes flickered slightly, he walked to the sofa and sat down, instead of rushing to treat the wound, he took out a cigarette and bit it in his mouth.

He looked out sideways, "There is not one left."

What he meant was that he would not leave Uncle Qian alive.

The third child was waiting for this sentence, and he rushed out with a gun excitedly.

Mo Xian frowned, "The third child is back..."

But as soon as the words fell, Uncle Qian's men, who were hiding in the dark, fired hidden guns.

A bullet hole suddenly appeared on the third child's waist.

Suddenly, everyone was shocked.

"The third child is back!"

But the third child is not a person who listens to persuasion. He originally wanted to create a massacre, but before he could do it, he was plotted against.

No matter what, I couldn't swallow this breath.

He gritted his teeth, with a grim face, and fired the bullet with all his might.

In an instant, the situation was chaotic again.

Mo Xian shielded Qin Yu on his chest and hid on the side of the sofa.

His face was dark and unclear, and he cursed secretly.

But watching the impulsive third child still die in a pool of blood, he is not without emotions.

The third child is his right-hand man.

Obedient, brainless, not rebellious, the key is to be ruthless and capable enough.

But this time, Uncle Qian broke his arm, so he had to save Uncle Qian's life.

The gunshots outside gradually subsided, and Uncle Qian's begging for mercy also became louder.

"I admit defeat, I admit defeat, Mo Xian, tell them to stop!"

Mo Xian glanced at Guo Tong, who immediately made a gesture.

The gunfire stopped instantly.

But the air is mixed with gunpowder smoke and the smell of the dead, which seems to stimulate the blood to surge.

Stimulating to some, disgusting to others.