After the rebirth, the boss is slapping the face every day

Chapter 1723
After hanging up the phone, he pointed at Mo Han and shouted arrogantly, "You boy, wait for me, next year's today will be your death date."

Mo Han didn't listen to his words, and still repeated what he said just now, "Apologize."

"Oh, I want to apologize, there is no door, am I wrong? She is with you because she is vain. Being a woman who you can't see, she must not get any benefits from you, so I just want to Hook me up with Pingci." The man sneered self-righteously, but he didn't see that Mo Han's face became more and more ugly.

Han Luochu's expression was also ugly. Although what he said was not true, it seemed that the shameless woman had slapped her severely in public, making her humiliated and embarrassed. People pointed and talked about her.

She clenched her fists in embarrassment, lowered her head, her long and dense eyelashes drooped, covering her eyes, just to hide her sadness, and she bit her lower lip tightly with her white teeth.

There were quite a few people around, many women were envious of Han Luochu at first, but when they heard the man's words, all they had left was irony and ridicule.

Mo Han's face was gloomy, his dark and deep cold eyes burst into tiny cold eyes, his eyes narrowed slightly, he suddenly raised his fist and hit the man's disgusting face.

The man was laughing wickedly, when he suddenly saw him being punched, his expression changed drastically, and he instinctively wanted to dodge, but it was too late, the fierce wind of the fist tore through the air forcefully, shaking his short hair, In the end, an iron fist like a block of iron hit him on the mouth.

"Crack" sounds like a broken bone.

"Ah." A shrill scream sounded, causing people to growl in fright, their faces turned pale, and they backed away in horror, and there was even a woman's scream.

The man's mouth was directly crooked, and several teeth were broken, but this was not over. After one punch, Mo Han didn't stop, but punched him again, just like punching a sofa Similarly, the man didn't even have a chance to block, not to mention the backhand, every punch was almost ruthlessly held in his face, and his face was soon turned into Zhu Bajie.

Mo Han stopped, and the man suddenly fell straight back on the ground like a tree that had been cut down. When he touched it, he made a loud noise and vomited blood.

The people around were so frightened that they even forgot to breathe. They opened their big eyes and stared motionlessly at the man lying on the ground vomiting blood. Their faces were so pale that there was no blood. This is the rhythm of death.

Han Luochu stood dumbfounded, and seemed to be frightened by Mo Han's actions. It was the first time she saw such a terrifying young master. In her impression, although the young master was cold-blooded and ruthless, he had also fought, but it was the first time Such a heavy strike at one time is to beat the man to death.

At this time, the mobile phone that the man was still holding tightly in his hand rang a pleasant ringtone. However, the man could no longer move and could only vomit blood non-stop. His father called, and he moved his fingers lightly, trying to answer the call, but he couldn't move anywhere except his fingertips.

All eyes were on the phone that kept ringing.

At this time, one foot stopped beside the man, the tall figure bent down, a big hand with well-defined joints stretched out to the mobile phone in the man's hand, with a light swipe of the fingertips, the call was connected, and the hands-free was also turned on at the same time.

(End of this chapter)