Chapter 1356: Great Merchant

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Blood spattered, and severed hands and heads flew up at the same time. √

The smiles froze on the faces of the men, and when Lu Qi screamed, they all laughed. In Mokdan, killing a woman who has no resistance is also a rare entertainment. When their companions raised their knives, they even imagined a scene made of blood and severed limbs. The man with four broken arms planned to cut off Lu Qi's head and put it on the body after Lu Qi died.

This must be a special tomb, he thought.

Then the next scene was similar to what they had imagined, except that the blood belonged to the companion, and the severed hand and head also belonged to the man with the knife. As for the knife, it fell into Lu Qi's hands at some point. Lu Qi had already stood up, the expression of fear on her face was gone, and even that confused look was replaced by a cold expression now. She reached out to wipe the long knife, and her fingers were soaked in blood. The woman stretched her hand to her mouth and sucked it lightly, and then spat out: "It's really unpalatable, hey, I had a good time just now. I wanted to tease you to play for a while, but it's a pity that you are too anxious. Otherwise, We can still play."

Her figure suddenly disappeared.

Then the short-armed man watched the companions around him fall one by one, and before they fell to the ground, their bodies slipped out of position. When Lu Qi reappeared, except for the man with the broken arm, the other Baal people had turned into a pile of broken corpses on the ground. After a while, the viscous blood gradually spread under the corpse, even spreading over the feet of the man with the broken arm.

At some point, his thick legs were already shaking.

Lu Qi patted his face with the blood-stained long knife and said, "Isn't there a saying in Mokdan that if you want to survive in Mokdan, you don't need Zhuo's force, but you must have one that can speak well?" Mouth; you may not have a sharp mouth, but you must at least have a pair of bright eyes. Now it seems that your eyes are not bright at all. It’s okay if you can’t see that the man and woman are not easy to mess with. You walked where no one was there, and you didn’t see what your purpose was, so I really don’t know how you’ve survived until now.”

"Anyway, your eyes are useless, so I'll cut them off for you."

A knife flashed in the man's eyes.

Then the world became dark, and he backed away screaming, his eyes had been cut open by Lu Qi, and blood flowed from the eye sockets.

"Stop barking." Lu Qi frowned and said, "It's too noisy, you can't be quiet."

The broken-armed man was still screaming.

The shouting stopped abruptly.

Lu Qi appeared on his shoulder, pierced his head with a long knife in his hand, and stabbed it out from the man's chin. Lu Qi said to herself: "The disobedient guy is very annoying."

With a plop, the body of the man with the broken arm fell to the ground. Lu Qi clapped her hands, then hummed a little tune and left the alley. When she came out of the alley, she became that confused, even timid woman again.

Mokdan is very large, the urban area is divided into five major districts, southeast, northwest and central, and there are as many as forty-nine streets alone. For the convenience of management, these streets are named after numbers, and some of them have the habit of using people's names as nicknames. That's because on such a street, there is usually a big person who ranks high in Mokdan.

This is the case with 27th Street, which is also known as Morocco Street.

Not only is Morocco a well-known figure on this street, even if it is thrown into Mokdan, it is also a person that cannot be ignored. Morocco is running a green crystal business, and he is one of the few green crystal purchasers in Mokdan. His experience often becomes the topic of conversation between people after dinner and wine. Among those big figures in Mokdan, Morocco is a legendary person.

The man who has now become the most prestigious businessman on 27th Street,

In fact, decades ago, he was the heir of a dilapidated family. On Agares, family is kind of dispensable. No patriarch would make sacrifices for his own people. The meaning of the family to them was more to gather a group of people for their own use. Due to the genetics of the Bar people, the word bloodline has little meaning in Agares. As for the heirs, most of them are just the result of willful actions. Many families that flourished for a while can collapse at will, which is no longer a surprise in Agares.

The Moroccan family was indeed well-known in his father's generation, but it was a pity that there was not much property left in Morocco's hands. Morocco simply sold the property and left Mokdan. People thought that he would go to the east of the empire to find opportunities, after all, that was the way out for most people. Opportunities abound on the eastern battlefield. As long as you survive, you may become a powerful figure in the empire someday. However, Morocco did not go to the east, but to the Great Wasteland, and there was no news of him afterwards.

When people were about to forget this person, one day, Morocco came back. Not only did he not die, but he also brought a whole cart full of green crystals. This big businessman today started his business with this car of green crystals, and quickly accumulated an enviable wealth. Then Morocco used the wealth to absorb several strong men and bought two business groups that were about to go bankrupt. In this way, he gradually grew stronger, and eventually became a well-known green crystal purchaser in Mokdanli.

There is a well-known habit in Morocco. Every morning, he will stop by the desert boat store on Twenty-seventh Street. This is the first store he opened after returning to Mokdan. Even though his stores are almost all over the 27th Street now, the habit of going to the old store every day is still the same. People only think that Morocco is nostalgic, but only he knows that there is a reason for this.

It was about a promise. Even though the person who needs him to fulfill the promise has not appeared until now, Morocco has not forgotten, nor does he dare to forget the promise he made at the beginning. So he will appear in the desert boat store every day, and today is no exception.

But today seemed a little unusual, almost as soon as he walked into the store, a 6-lane car stopped next to the store door. You must know that shops are blooming everywhere in Morocco today, and this old shop is no longer open. Morocco still drives it, just because of that commitment. So now, except for friends, few people come to the desert boat store.

6 Three figures quickly got off the carriage, and they walked into the shop. These few friends who are not from Morocco, the clerk who looks after the store, is actually one of the strongest men in Morocco, so he wants to hit him. Morocco stopped him, and smiled personally: "Can I do something for you?"

Since his visit to Morocco, he has seldom received guests personally as he does now. So hearing him say that, the people under his command were all surprised. Previous Chapter Back to Contents Next Chapter

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Chapter 1356 Big Merchant - Edge of Doom - Qingdou Novels

Blood spattered, and severed hands and heads flew up at the same time. √

The smiles froze on the faces of the men, and when Lu Qi screamed, they all laughed. In Mokdan, killing a woman who has no resistance is also a rare entertainment. When their companions raised their knives, they even imagined a scene made of blood and severed limbs. The man with four broken arms planned to cut off Lu Qi's head and put it on the body after Lu Qi died.

This must be a special tomb, he thought.

Then the next scene was similar to what they had imagined, except that the blood belonged to the companion, and the severed hand and head also belonged to the man with the knife. As for the knife, it fell into Lu Qi's hands at some point. Lu Qi had already stood up, the expression of fear on her face was gone, and even that confused look was replaced by a cold expression now. She reached out to wipe the long knife, and her fingers were soaked in blood. The woman stretched her hand to her mouth and sucked it lightly, and then spat out: "It's really unpalatable, hey, I had a good time just now. I wanted to tease you to play for a while, but it's a pity that you are too anxious. Otherwise, We can still play."

Her figure suddenly disappeared.

Then the short-armed man watched the companions around him fall one by one, and before they fell to the ground, their bodies slipped out of position. When Lu Qi reappeared, except for the man with the broken arm, the other Baal people had turned into a pile of broken corpses on the ground. After a while, the viscous blood gradually spread under the corpse, even spreading over the feet of the man with the broken arm.

At some point, his thick legs were already shaking.

Lu Qi patted his face with the blood-stained long knife and said, "Isn't there a saying in Mokdan that if you want to survive in Mokdan, you don't need Zhuo's force, but you must have one that can speak well?" Mouth; you may not have a sharp mouth, but you must at least have a pair of bright eyes. Now it seems that your eyes are not bright at all. It’s okay if you can’t see that the man and woman are not easy to mess with. You walked where no one was there, and you didn’t see what your purpose was, so I really don’t know how you’ve survived until now.”

"Anyway, your eyes are useless, so I'll cut them off for you."

A knife flashed in the man's eyes.

Then the world became dark, and he backed away screaming, his eyes had been cut open by Lu Qi, and blood flowed from the eye sockets.

"Stop barking." Lu Qi frowned and said, "It's too noisy, you can't be quiet."

The man with the broken arm was still screaming.

The shouting stopped abruptly.

Lu Qi appeared on his shoulder, pierced his head with a long knife in his hand, and stabbed it out from the man's chin. Lu Qi said to herself: "The disobedient guy is very annoying."

With a plop, the body of the man with the broken arm fell to the ground. Lu Qi clapped her hands, then hummed a little tune and left the alley. When she came out of the alley, she became that confused, even timid woman again.

Mokdan is very large, the urban area is divided into five major districts, southeast, northwest and central, and there are as many as forty-nine streets alone. For the convenience of management, these streets are named after numbers, and some of them have the habit of using people's names as nicknames. That's because on such a street, there is usually a big person who ranks high in Mokdan.

This is the case with 27th Street, which is also known as Morocco Street.

Not only is Morocco a well-known figure on this street, even if it is thrown into Mokdan, it is also a person that cannot be ignored. Morocco is running a green crystal business, and he is one of the few green crystal purchasers in Mokdan. His experience often becomes the topic of conversation between people after dinner and wine. Among those big figures in Mokdan, Morocco is a legendary person.

Now the most prestigious businessman on 27th Street, in fact, he was the heir of a dilapidated family decades ago. On Agares, family is kind of dispensable. No patriarch would make sacrifices for his own people. The meaning of the family to them was more to gather a group of people for their own use. Due to the genetics of the Bar people, the word bloodline has little meaning in Agares. As for the heirs, most of them are just the result of willful actions. Many families that flourished for a while can collapse at will, which is no longer a surprise in Agares.

The Moroccan family was indeed well-known in his father's generation, but it was a pity that there was not much property left in Morocco's hands. Morocco simply sold the property and left Mokdan. People thought that he would go to the east of the empire to find opportunities, after all, that was the way out for most people. Opportunities abound on the eastern battlefield. As long as you survive, you may become a powerful figure in the empire someday. However, Morocco did not go to the east, but to the Great Wasteland, and there was no news of him afterwards.

When people were about to forget this person, one day, Morocco came back. Not only did he not die, but he also brought a whole cart full of green crystals. This big businessman today started his business with this car of green crystals, and quickly accumulated an enviable wealth. Then Morocco used the wealth to absorb several strong men and bought two business groups that were about to go bankrupt. In this way, he gradually grew stronger, and eventually became a well-known green crystal purchaser in Mokdanli.

There is a well-known habit in Morocco. Every morning, he will stop by the desert boat store on Twenty-seventh Street. This is the first store he opened after returning to Mokdan. Even though his stores are almost all over the 27th Street now, the habit of going to the old store every day is still the same. People only think that Morocco is nostalgic, but only he knows that there is a reason for this.

It was about a promise. Even though the person who needs him to fulfill the promise has not appeared until now, Morocco has not forgotten, nor does he dare to forget the promise he made at the beginning. So he will appear in the desert boat store every day, and today is no exception.

But today seemed a little unusual, almost as soon as he walked into the store, a 6-lane car stopped next to the store door. You must know that shops are blooming everywhere in Morocco today, and this old shop is no longer open. Morocco still drives it, just because of that commitment. So now, except for friends, few people come to the desert boat store.

6 Three figures quickly got off the carriage, and they walked into the shop. These few friends who are not from Morocco, the clerk who looks after the store, is actually one of the strongest men in Morocco, so he wants to hit him. Morocco stopped him, and smiled personally: "Can I do something for you?"

Since his visit to Morocco, he has seldom received guests personally as he does now. So hearing him say that, the people under his command were all surprised.