Chapter 522

   But on the opposite side, it seemed that someone had already poked his mind.

"boom!!"

   A gunshot rang out, and Xiao Mo felt that the front tire of his car had blown.

  Xiao Mo was sitting in the driver's seat in the car, his breathing became a little short, and an unconcealed sense of fear suddenly grew and poured directly into his heart.

   But no matter how frightened, Xiao Mo forcibly restrained more than half of it, gradually moved his hand from the steering wheel, and touched the mobile phone beside him little by little.

   He wanted to notify Wen Bai and the others with the mobile phone function set by Qin Jian.

   However, the people outside the car seemed to have expected everything.

   Almost the moment Xiao Mo's hand was about to touch the phone next to him.

   "Boom!!!"

The phone next to    exploded.

   Some fragments that exploded directly scratched Xiao Mo's face.

   A few small wounds were gradually overflowing with blood.

  Xiao Mo's movements froze in place, he slowly raised his eyes and looked forward.

  I see.

   There were three or four black cars parked not far ahead.

  Suddenly, several men in black coats came out from the back of the car with firearms.

   gradually walked towards him.

   And behind the men in black, there seemed to be a man standing, holding a black cane. He was so tall that he could clearly feel his aura even from a distance.

   After seeing that figure, Xiao Mo felt that his brain had gone blank, and his hands and feet were getting colder.

  Because the Wen family's old house is a private area, it is relatively remote.

  This expressway would not have any vehicles passing by on weekdays, not to mention that the sky is very dark now.

   It seemed like a heavy rainstorm could come at any time.

   No one will pass through here.

  The group of men in black with pistols slowly surrounded Xiao Mo's car.

   "Knock Knock." One of the men in black held the handle of the gun and knocked on the car window. He gestured with a blank face to let Xiao Mo get out of the car.

   outnumbered.

   Xiao Mo can only be captured.

   Heaved a sigh of relief, Xiao Mo finally shook his hands, opened the door, and stepped out of the car.

   After getting off the car, the view is wider.

   Xiao Mo saw the man standing in front more clearly.

finally.

  Xiao Mo was surrounded by a group of men in black with pistols and walked forward.

   Take a closer look.

   It was a middle-aged man with a large black coat on his body. He had an inch head, and his eyes were dark but sharp, and every glance was full of aura.

  The man held a cane in both hands and watched with a blank expression as Xiao Mo was brought over by the group of men in black.

  Xiao Mo finally stopped half a meter away from the man, his hands on both sides of his body clenched unconsciously.

   swallowed his dry throat, and after brewing for a long time, Xiao Mo said slowly, "Master."

  The man glanced at Xiao Mo, who clenched his fists tightly, but did not dare to look directly at him, and said nothing.

   Both sides were eerily silent for a while.

  Suddenly—

   The crutch, which was propped on the ground motionless by the middle-aged man, fell directly onto Xiao Mo's knee in the next second.

   "Clap."

The force of    made Xiao Mo instinctively kneel to the ground, and the pain from his knee eroded his nerves little by little.

   "Where's Bai?" The middle-aged man asked succinctly, taking back his crutches.

  Xiao Mo knelt on the ground, his fists clenched tightly, and did not speak.

   This middle-aged man with a powerful aura like a devil in front of him is none other than him and Wen Bai's master.

   The master who taught them all the skills.

   Pei Chen.

   Maybe even the weather sensed the turbulence below.

   Soon, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and raindrops the size of beans began to fall, mercilessly hitting people like icy knives.

  It hurts.

   Speaking of the time difference, the time of rain at the Watson Hotel is different from that at Xiao Mo's, not because of the author's loopholes, but because the two sides are stories at the same time.

  

  

   (end of this chapter)