In a room on the third floor.

Lin Mo's eyes glanced at the food on the table.

"Seeing blood snakes, mortal spiders..."

Lin Mo looked at this meal and thought silently in his heart.

If Nie Qing heard Lin Mo's thoughts, he would definitely be shocked.

Because Lin Mo was absolutely right.

These are the poisons he uses to extract toxins.

"It's a little too eager to kill me."

"It seems that Nie Qing's endurance is not as strong as I thought."

Lin Mo dumped these meals into the trash can beside him.

He's going to start planning his fight tomorrow.

This time, Lin Mo agreed to Zhao Jiao to come and fight Nie Qing.

The most important purpose is to see the connection between Nie Qing and Hongmen supplies.

There is also accepting all the big circles under Nie Qing.

As for the Zhao draft...

Lin Mo didn't even think about how to deal with the latter.

Tomorrow morning's battle against Nie Qing will definitely start secretly.

He didn't have the slightest worry about Lin Mo, who was in the ring with him.

No matter how powerful he is, Nie Qing, can he still invite a grandmaster?

And it also needs to be the top group in the master realm.

Stop thinking too much.

there is always a solution to a problem.

...

In Zhao's room.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking calmly at the mustache man in front of him.

"Has Nie Qing already started to attack?"

The bearded man nodded and reported respectfully to Zhao Draft.

"No wrong master. From my observations."

"Just now, a person from the Daquan Gang went to the bar owner and left something in the meal."

"According to my observation, the meal that was eaten just happened to be sent to Maureen's room."

A look of interest appeared on Zhao Jiao's face.

"It seems that Nie Qing is really starting to worry."

"Maolin hasn't played in the third game yet, so he started to use his means."

"Did you remind Mo Lin?"

The mustache man nodded quickly.

"My subordinates are afraid that Mr. Morin will eat it because he has not observed it."

"So when the food was just delivered, I told Mr. Morin."

Zhao Draft nodded slowly, and then said to the man with the mustache.

"Go and make arrangements, Nie Qing will definitely play tricks in the ring tomorrow."

"We just need to keep Maureen from being directly used for some inexplicable violation or something."

The mustache man nodded again, taking Zhao Draft's words to heart.

"Okay, you can go out."

Zhao Draft waved his hand, indicating that the man with the mustache can go out.

The mustache man hesitated for a moment and said to Zhao Draft.

"Master, your health is getting worse and worse recently, do you need me to seek medical advice..."

The mustache man's words were not finished yet.

Zhao Jiao's face suddenly turned gloomy.

His eyes were like poisonous snakes, staring at the man with the mustache, and said in a cold voice.

"That's not what you should be asking."

There was a look of hesitant expression on the face of the mustache man.

"I just think you..."

"I what?"

Zhao Jiao's face suddenly went crazy.

He suddenly stood up from the edge of the bed and roared loudly at the mustache man.

"Do you think?"

"What do you think you are?"

"If you didn't think I would have lost tens of millions of goods before?"

"If you didn't think that they were just ordinary people letting them go, we would be hunted down?"

"If you didn't think my parents were thieves, they would have died?"

"If you didn't think I would be like a lost dog now?!"

Zhao Jiao's frantic voice completely silenced Moustache's face.

All his words were finally reduced to one sentence.

"Feel sorry." JrNovels.com