The strongest city immortal

Chapter 80

Hearing the clamor, Liu Shaoyang reacted the most violently, because now that he knew that Mo Hansheng had something to do with Mr. Liu, instead of harboring a grudge, he wanted to find an opportunity to make amends, and now this opportunity has come.

"Who is so bold, dare to call Master Mo's name?" Liu Shaoyang was the first to run to the door of the hotel, and yelled at the person outside the door.

"Hand over Mo Hansheng to me, and ask him, when is he going to pay me back the money he owes me?" A thin old man at the door yelled at Liu Shaoyang who was going out.

"Nonsense, how could Shao Mo owe you money? You don't even look at your virtue. If you keep yelling, I won't throw you out!" Liu Shaoyang greeted a few bodyguards and surrounded him, wanting to Give him a good lesson to please Mo Hansheng.

"Mo Hansheng, you shy turtle, a bastard who won't pay you back, trash, I curse you to die!" The old man was not afraid of the few people who surrounded him, but continued to shout.

And those onlookers had already set up their stools, preparing for a new round of theater watching.

"Old man, don't be ashamed, hit me!" Seeing that the threat didn't work, Liu Shaoyang was ready to do it, but at this time Mo Hansheng had already reached the hotel entrance.

"Who are you? When did I owe you money again?" Mo Hansheng frowned and didn't contact a few people. When did he owe you money again?
"Are you Mo Hansheng?" Hearing Mo Hansheng's question, the old man calmed down, looked at him carefully, and then asked tentatively.

"What a joke! You don't even know who I am, so you just say that I owe you money. This seems absurd!" Mo Hansheng's eyebrows were condensed. Although the old man was not young, he revealed a kind of The unexamined breath, at first glance, is the kind of jobless vagrant who has been around for most of his life.

"It's fine if it's you! You really don't owe me any money, I just said that to lure you out!" The old man showed some complacency, and his eyes fixed on Mo Hansheng.

"Lead me out? So what?" Mo Hansheng frowned and asked.

"To tell you the truth, someone paid for your life, so you will die when you come out!" The old man also took out a gun from his pocket and pointed it at Mo Hansheng's position.

Seeing the old man like this, Liu Shaoyang, Liu Tianhe, and Liu Anhua who were standing beside Mo Hansheng also turned pale, and hurriedly backed away from Mo Hansheng.

The spectators around were also flustered, and each retreated a long distance, for fear that the old man would come and accidentally injure them, but Mo Hansheng stood motionless, his face calm and unwavering, not only did not show the slightest timidity, but rather A bit majestic.

"Did the person who asked you to kill me use your gun to do anything against me without telling you?" Mo Hansheng didn't care. The pistol was like a toy in the hands of a child in front of him, without any damage. force.

"Of course I know how powerful you are, although a pistol may not be able to kill you." The old man seemed to be smiling, they had already prepared all this, and they were just waiting for Mo Han to be born, and now Mo Hansheng is standing here Their living target could harvest his life at any time.

"Interesting! It seems that you are really going to kill me today!" Mo Hansheng sneered, the power is naturally much stronger than that of ordinary bullets, even the condensed energy of a great martial artist may not be able to its blocked.

Even if your aristocratic family is full of great martial artists who can physically carry bullets, so none of those martial arts aristocratic families is not a human being with their tails between their legs, and they are afraid of these modern weapons.

"It's over, it's over! Master Mo doesn't know if he can dodge it, if he is hit, even a top martial artist will be killed on the spot!" Liu Anhua was also a little worried while hiding beside the pillar.

And Yue Shan didn't dare to come out at this time, he was also worried about Mo Hansheng's safety, if Mo Han died here, then his Yue family would have to follow.

Seeing this, Liu Shaoyang snickered from the bottom of his heart, because he had lost so much face, he naturally hoped that Mo Hansheng would be killed here.

And those onlookers also knew that Mo Hansheng might really be doomed this time, the old man was not far from Mo Hansheng, even if he missed, the pistol in front of him would be enough to stop Mo Hansheng.

"Of course, if you don't make a perfect plan, how can you come here to kill you!" The old man said proudly.

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"I don't know if Gui Shengping can kill him!" In the tall building next door to Hongda Hotel, Xu Zhiwei was observing the situation here with a telescope.

"Don't worry, these two snipers were brought back from the outside with a lot of money. They have a [-]% winning rate, and the prey they are targeting can only die! Besides, even if they miss, don't we have a plan? "A person behind Xu Zhiwei also said.

"I hope to kill him now. If he dies sooner, my Xu family can rest assured earlier. It won't be too safe to rely on Liugen Taoist as the last resort!" Xu Zhiwei is not as cheerful as that person, after all, he has never done anything. They are all cautious, and he will not be happy until the final victory.

"You worry too much, sometimes you should take it easy! As long as you hit Mo Hansheng, it's hard for him not to die. At least I've never heard of any martial arts master who can stop this. Yes!" The man said confidently.

"I hope so!" Xu Zhiwei remained worried. After seeing Mo Hansheng's indifferent face through the telescope, he still couldn't let go of the stone in his heart. Although they were well prepared, he seemed to have a premonition This Mo Hansheng was beyond their ability to deal with.

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"Hmph, I won't talk nonsense with you anymore! Sue!" The old man sneered, waved his left hand, and pulled the trigger of the pistol with his right hand. At the same time, several people rushed out around the road, holding He started shooting at Mo Hansheng with his pistol.

The two hidden snipers also pulled the trigger at the moment the old man waved his hand.

The pistol crackled, and the two bullets flying at high speed were like meteors falling rapidly, drawing a stream of light in the night, and heading towards Mo Hansheng's position quickly, the speed was faster than the pistol bullets.

(End of this chapter)