Evil President 【End】

The man turned his back to them, with his hands folded behind his back. He had an excellent figure, slender, and well-proportioned. He had long black hair that reached his waist, untied, and hung down softly behind his head.He wore a black knitted sweater with a few strands of money passing through the cuffs, giving off a faint golden glow.The lower body is also a pair of black trousers, wrapping his legs very stylishly, and wearing a pair of retro handmade leather shoes.

He stood there without speaking or moving, but the aura was so strong that it seemed that the air was no longer circulating, and all formed water molecules floating around him.

Anshen squinted his blue eyes, stared at him, and suddenly said, "Mo Jia?"

The three women behind were shocked, extremely surprised, "Is he Mo Jia?"

The man finally moved, he turned around slowly, and a pair of indifferent eyes swept across several people.At first glance, it looks like a bottomless abyss, deep and cold.

"Dark God, you have crossed the line." He stated the facts expressionlessly.

Zhi Xing didn't care if he was Mo Jia or Hong Jia, he pulled away Mu Xin and Xiao Ai, then pushed Anshen away, walked to the front, stood in front of him, and pointed to Xiao Che who was in the crib, "He is my baby boy." Son, I gave birth to it with all my life, if you dare to touch a finger of him, I guarantee that in this life, except for two useful nostrils, all other spare parts will be useless!"

Mo Jia still folded his hands, his ruthless gaze fell on her lightly, "Huo Kui, I've seen it before, it's hard to imagine that he will marry you."

Zhixing got angry, clenched his fists and waved at him, "Grandma is beautiful and intelligent, what is so hard to imagine?!"

The remaining three people, "..."

Mo Jia turned his eyes and looked at Dark God, "Even if I kill you, the ghost gate has nothing to say."

Anshen put away his hostility and smiled casually, "Mo Jia, today is our first official meeting, right?" He walked over and stared at the indifferent man opposite, "With the Gulf of Mexico as the boundary, the K-word party and ghosts Although the door is close, it has always been well water. Do you think I am afraid of you?" He shook his head and sneered, "It's because I understand your style and principles of doing things. I I know, even if you won't be our friend, you won't be the enemy of the ghost gate either! I think it's the same for you."

For him, the dark god is sure.If not, he wouldn't just appear in front of them alone.For Mo Jia, this is an obvious declaration of non-hostility.

After Anshen said this, the atmosphere in the room eased up a bit.Xiao Ai and Mu Xin are very familiar with the situation of the Ghost Gate. Although the K-Party is also a gangster, it is no better than those mobs of motley crews. They almost adopt militarized formal management, with strict discipline and strict handling.Whether it is against the enemy or against the subordinates who have made mistakes, Mo Jia has always been tough and will never tolerate.Because of this, he has gathered a large number of elites under his command, no less than those of the ghost gate.

At the same time, Mo Jia can be regarded as a very low-key mafia boss. The ghost gate has not obtained his personal information so far, which will somewhat hurt the dark god.

Mo Jia glanced at him, turned around again, looked at the little baby on the bed, stared into his bright eyes, and suddenly asked, "What's his name?"

Zhixing froze for a moment, looked at him vigilantly, but still replied, "Yan Che."

"Yan Che..." Mo Jia repeated, nodded, and only said, "He is very special." Then, he took something out of his bosom and threw it to Zhixing, "Take it."

Zhixing was stunned, subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch it, and spread it out to see that it was a small and unique K-shaped gold medal, only half the size of a palm, shining golden.

"This is……"

"Meeting ceremony." Mo Jia turned his head, pointed to Yan Che who was lying there quietly, and added, "It's only for him."

Zhixing slowly retracted his astonishment, and said reluctantly and bluntly, "Thank you."

His eyes glanced at the things in Zhixing's hand, and Anshen was secretly startled.

K gold medal!

That is the K-King Party's equivalent of a death-free gold medal. As long as you hold it, you can run rampant in the K-King Party. Even when you are in danger, it is not a problem to borrow a company's armed forces.

Anshen raised his blue eyes, narrowed them, and looked at Mo Jia.

Isn't this guy too generous?Or did he fall in love with little Yanche at first sight?Anshen himself was taken aback by this thought, he couldn't imagine how such a cold and ruthless man could establish a relationship with a baby.

Well, this involves the abstract spiritual realm, he's mundane.

Mo Jia turned around and walked towards the door. When he passed the Dark God and the others, his eyes flicked indifferently, "You don't need me to send you back, do you?"

It was obvious that he chased away the guest, but Anshen was not angry, but waved at him generously, "Hey, welcome to the Ark of the Covenant as a guest!"

Mo Jia ignored it and strode away.

Zhixing immediately rushed to the crib and hugged little Yanche, "Xiao Che, are you okay? Did that big popsicle scare you?" As he said, he pressed his little face with distress.

When Mu Xin and Xiao Ai saw each other, they all ran over, "He's Xiao Che? Quick, give me a hug!"

Xiao Ai moved quickly, snatching the little guy from Zhixing's arms directly, a pair of black pupils were full of liking, "It's so beautiful!"

Anshen came over and saw Huokui's son, and immediately felt mixed feelings.

A few months ago, they all thought that this child could not be saved. Now, seeing that he was born safely, and even so healthy, how could they not be excited?Obviously, there is only one percent possibility, because Zhixing's insistence changed everything.

Staring at the woman with a face full of happiness, Anshen expressed his sincere admiration and gratitude.

Replace Huokui.

Mu Xin didn't hug her, and said in a hurry, "Okay, little love, if you like it, go home and give birth to the dark god as soon as possible, it's time to hug me now."

When Anshen heard this, he was overjoyed and nodded, "Look, it's still Baby Mu Xin who is sensible and speaks with connotations."

Xiao Ai blushed and glared at him, but refused to let go, "Let me hug you for a while!"

"Little love, give me a hug!"

"I haven't communicated enough with the baby yet!"

Mu Xin refused, "Zhixing! Look at this woman, she is really lawless now!"

Zhixing smiled to smooth things over, "Okay, my son can't run away, so I'll give you hugs every day from now on!"

Seeing the two strange women scrambling to hug him, Xiao Yanche just blinked his eyes, and quietly looked at the opposite table.

There was a faint luster in the cane placed on it.