"He is your father? He is really your biological father?" Mo Xing turned around on the fat man and Zhang Sanfeng, and couldn't help but smack his tongue, "This gap is too big, right?"

Zhang Sanfeng sneered: "Although he is not my biological father, he has raised me for at least so many years."

"I'll just say it," Mo Xing rubbed his chin and nodded. The fat man frowned and said angrily: "Yellow-skinned monkey, what do you want to do? Who is this guy?"

Mo Xing curled his lips, stepped over and snatched the shotgun, then pointed at the fat man's head, and sneered: "Fat man, what were you just saying? Try saying it again?"

The fat man only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and his hands were in a scorching pain, and then the gun in his hand was already pointing at his head. He blinked, and seemed to be unresponsive.

Zhang Sanfeng hurriedly shouted: "Brother, be careful. He usually has this pistol hidden in his waist."

Mo Xing pulled the trigger very quickly, and with a "bang", the fat man lost one ear, and a large hole appeared on the wall behind his head.

Zhang Sanfeng shivered all over, looking at the fat man with blood on his face, covering his ears in pain and rolling on the ground, he reached out to Mo Xing with fear and hid.

"For the sake of the little devil, I will spare your life." Mo Xing said in a deep voice.

The fat man was so painful that his whole body twitched. I don’t know if he heard Mo Xing clearly, but he just nodded desperately. I’m afraid that as long as Mo Xing didn’t kill him, he would nod in agreement.

Mo Xing smiled, and with a "cruff", he reached out and twisted the shotgun into a trick. He threw it on the ground, and then pulled Zhang Sanfeng, who was already completely shocked, and left the apartment.

"Brother, where are we going now? Are we leaving the United States? Otherwise, the police would probably look for us soon." Zhang Sanfeng followed Mo Xing closely and said with admiration.

Mo Xing looked at the street where the lights were first on, faced with Xixi Yefeng, and smiled: "Police? Let me see if there are any experts in the so-called country?" The elite killer who just appeared is invincible and arrogant, thinking that he is invincible in the world. In addition, the pleasure of beating ordinary people in the past few days has made young people's heads congested and a little fluttering.

After walking through several streets with Zhang Sanfeng, Mo Xing felt that his blood was boiling. He didn't know whether it was because of the heat or excitement, but he was a little dry-mouthed. He looked up and saw a bar next to him, so he took Zhang Sanfeng into it.

The bar is not big, but it is only about ten square meters in size. Five or six people were sitting in groups of three or three. Mo Xing sat on it, took out a banknote, and said to the bartender: "A glass of the strongest wine here, and another glass of water."

"Water?" The bartender was stunned, and glanced at Zhang Sanfeng who had just sat in the seat, shrugged. He turned around and poured a glass of water for Zhang Sanfeng, and then focused on making a cocktail for Mo Xing.

Mo Xing took it over and raised his head to drink it, and then signaled the bartender to have another glass. The glass raised its eyebrows and said while mixing, "Sir, this wine is so fierce. You should drink it slowly."

Mo Xing smiled and said, "The strongest one? If I drink it, I feel very happy all over my body."

Holding the wine that the bartender had just made, Mo Xing and Zhang Sanfeng sat at the glass table inside. Zhang Sanfeng looked at Mo Xing and took another big sip, and couldn't help but worry, "Brother, drink slowly, don't get drunk later."

"It's okay, I'm not a problem with this little wine." Mo Xing smiled, "Sanfeng, what are your plans?"

Zhang Sanfeng touched his nose and smiled bitterly: "Brother, you should call me nickname Monkey. This nickname was given by my mother, and I am used to listening to it."

"Monkey?" Mo Xing nodded and said, "My name is Mo Xing, I'm very happy to know you, Monkey."

The monkey smiled, stretched out his hand and shook Mo Xing's hand, and said, "Brother Mo, who are you? Kung Fu is so powerful. No one can find me invisible except you."

"That's because you haven't met someone slightly better," Mo Xing rubbed his fingers against the edge of the wine glass and whispered, "Monkey, how old are you? When did you find yourself with this ability?"

"I was about five or six years old, and my hands and feet disappeared without realizing it. When I was seven or eight years old, I basically mastered this ability. Later, my mother passed away and the fat man forced me to use this ability to steal money." The monkey bit her and said in a deep voice: "By this year, I am already eleven years old, and finally escaped from the tiger's mouth."

"Eleven years old?" Mo Xing was stunned, looking at the monkey who was only 1.5 meters tall, he felt a little unbelievable.

The monkey smiled bitterly and said, "Maybe because of the long-term use of superpowers, I have never grown tall. So I am often mistaken for others to think that I am only ** years old."

Mo Xing Yangtian drank the wine in the glass again, reached out to signal the waiter to give another glass, and then looked at the monkey and said, "I think it's because you are not nutritious enough. When you eat and drink well, your height will definitely be swaying in the future. By the way, monkey, what are your plans in the future?"

The monkey's face dimmed and he said with a frown: "Brother Mo, can I follow you in the future?"

"Boy, you don't know what I'm doing. If you follow me, the danger is too great, so it won't work." Mo Xing made a ko gesture. At this time, the waiter just brought the wine up, and Mo Xing hurriedly smiled at the waiter who was still pretty.

"I'm not afraid. As long as I follow my elder brother, I will never frown even if I am a sea of ​​swords and fire." The monkey patted his chest and said boldly.

Mo Xing pulled the corner of his mouth and muttered, "How do you know these words at a young age?" After drinking, he said, "Monkey, I have already thought about it. I will teach you some self-defense skills and then entrust you to a martial arts hall."

"Brother," the monkey said with a choking voice, "You really can't let me follow you."

Mo Xing smiled bitterly and whispered: "Monkey, do you know that I will let you go today and follow you all the way? Because you are almost exactly the same as I was ten years ago. At least you still know what my mother looks like and you still have a residence. As soon as I was born, I was left at the entrance of the orphanage by my parents. I left the orphanage at the age of five and fought for a nest with a dog and a cat. I actually survived several serious illnesses and did not freeze to death on the streets. Now I think about it, it is a miracle."

Mo Xing glanced at the monkey and continued, "When I was eight years old, I met a kind-hearted person who bought me a bunch of delicious food and said I would accept me as my godson. I naively followed that person, and then I realized that I had fallen into a hellish place. I have lived until now, and I don't know how many people's blood was stained on my hands, nor when I will die in the hands of others."

Although the last few words were said lightly, the monkey was frightened and said anxiously: "Brother, since you are so powerful now, you should be fine, right?"

Mo Xing smiled bitterly and said, "Monkey, I look at you as I looked at me ten years ago. The road I have walked over the years must not be allowed to go. Listen to me, you will enjoy a normal life."

"But I want to be as powerful as my elder brother. In this way, even if I leave my elder brother, there will be no brother* who dares to bully me." The monkey clenched his fists and said.

"Don't worry, I've told you to pass on some self-defense skills. As long as you practice hard, you may not be able to reach my level and you will be able to protect yourself." Seeing the monkey nodding happily, Mo Xing smiled and stroked his hair.

At this time, a big man with a bearded face came aside and shouted to the waiter: "Girl, come with a bottle of vodka. Remember, it's a bottle, not a cup." Then, regardless of the surprise gazes around, he took out a knife from his top pocket and played with it in his hand.

Seeing the knife in the big man's hand, Mo Xing's eyes couldn't help but straighten. Others couldn't see it, but he could see it. The knife was like a scalpel, with silver light on the blade flashing, containing a cold air. From time to time, a sharp howling sound was made.

The material of this knife is better than the long sword used by Wu Gang.

Seeing Mo Xing's stunned expression, the monkey smiled slightly and whispered: "Brother, have you taken a fancy to the knife in that man's hand? I'm sorry, I'll get it for you, brother."

As he said that, he got up and walked towards the big man. At this time, the waitress was dragging the wine and walked over. The monkey's eyes turned, and he gently stretched out his left foot while passing by the waitress.

Suddenly, the waiter was not aware of it and suddenly threw his body forward. Mo Xing sighed, and grabbed the waiter's arm and pulled it back and steadily. The bottle of wine was about to fall to the ground, and the big man rushed over and hugged the bottle tightly.

The waitress took a breath in shock, looked at Mo Xing, and said gratefully: "Thank you, thank you." Seeing the big man lying on the ground again, she hurriedly said: "Sir, are you okay?"

The big man didn't stand up, and just lay on the ground and bit the cork open the cork, took a big sip. Then he sighed, "It's good, this kind of wine is the most enjoyable."

The others looked at the drunkard laughed and cried, while the monkey picked up the knife that the man threw on the table and put it in Mo Xing's hand with a smile.

Mo Xing smiled and glared at the monkey: "A man is a big man, what if he hurts someone after falling?"

The monkey stuck out his tongue: "With you, you are here, what else am I afraid of?"

At this time, the man had already sat back in his seat with the help of the waiter. After drinking a few sips of wine in the bottle, he reached out to the table, groped on his body, and murmured: "Strange, where did I put my knife?"

Mo Xing showed off his scalpel and smiled and said, "Brother, are you looking for this? You threw him on my table just now, but almost inserted it into my hand."

The big man frowned and looked carefully, and laughed: "That's right, that's right. It's him, thank you."

Mo Xing handed the scalpel to the big man, and then smiled and said, "Brother, you have a good alcohol tolerance. If you drink too much, why not sit here and chat together?"

The big man played with the scalpel and looked at Mo Xing incredibly: "You... are you inviting me to drink with you? OK, OK. For a long time, no one has invited me to drink." As he said that, he stood up and staggered to sit next to the monkey.

The monkey had a bitter face and hurriedly shrank inward.

The big man was not polite, and after taking up most of the seat, he smiled and said, "You said you almost stabbed you. I'm so sorry. In this way, I'll do it first." As he said that, he raised his head and drank a whole bottle of vodka in one breath.

The corners of the eyes of the people around him were twitching wildly. Seeing that the man's expression was no longer a drunkard, but a drunkard. This was the first time I saw someone drinking vodka like this! Even the waiter was worried about visiting this place, for fear that the drunkard would drink too much and would not be able to get up on the ground.

Mo Xing was just unmoved, and gestured to the waitress and sang: "Two more bottles of wine." The man slapped the table and said: "Brother, you are so good. If anyone else had seen me drink like this, he would have run away long ago. No one would dare to invite me to drink again."

The monkey touched his nose and smiled dryly, "Uncle, you are drunk."
Chapter completed!