Therefore, another part of Leng's strength started the era of "Mo Runge".

In the past few years, he has managed S City well, but in recent days, some criminals have been eager to try "Mo Runge" and want to challenge Leng's bottom line.

It just so happened that today I ran into someone who was not afraid of death and was driving a truck. There must be a lot of unclean things in it.

Leng Juan put aside his work and put on a meticulous black suit. The evil phoenix eyes were bloodthirsty and horrible at this time, and his cold thin lips lightly opened, "Go now!"

Every move shows the anger in his heart.

He wanted to see which guy who was not afraid of death actually challenged his bottom line.

In the car, Qiao Yimo opened WeChat and sent a text message to Su Zhe.

"Have you heard of the organization "Mo Runge"?"

Su Zhe also stayed in S City for two years, and the general situation should still be informed.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Yimo received an unclear reply from Su Zhe.

Then, he said: "I have heard of it, but I don't know it. It seems to be someone from the upper side of the country."

Qiao Yimo frowned, then turned off the phone screen.

A dark and windy night.

At this time, Jiangcheng Avenue was surrounded by many people and vehicles. I saw that all the people in "Morun Pavilion" were wearing black suits, showing a vicious look, "Oh, you outsiders, you dare to bring anything to City S." ."

The heads of XuXin's men were blown up with anger, "Do you know whose goods this is? How dare you hijack it?"

"Hmph, you know what you brought. Even if the Emperor Lao Tzu is here today, it is impossible for you to pass this path."

"What can be in it? Just a simple book?"

"Simple books? Are you a purchaser, such a large truck of books is shipped to S city?"

The popularity of XuXin's men has been declining, "We are the bosses and writers, do writers understand? These are all for giving back to fans."

Xunxin's little brother akimbo, pointing at the opposite person and cursing.

The people in "Mo Runge" are not annoyed or angry, "You say yes! I also said that I am the president."

"You said you are the president?"

Suddenly, there was a female voice not far away, her voice was cold, her figure was exquisite and she was wearing a hole mask.

"Boss!"

The younger brother saw that Xianxin had come back, and knew that Sister Mo had been called too, so he bent down and said respectfully.

Qiao Yimo looked at the black-clothed man in the distance with the corners of his mouth slightly tilted, and asked patiently, "What is the problem with our batch of books?"

The man in black said coldly: "We now suspect that you have something dirty in this batch of books."

"Something unclean?"

Qiao Yimo has been in M ​​country for three years, and he naturally knows what the dirty things they mean by their mouths.

"The things on our truck are all books. What do you mean by unclean things?"

Seeing that the people in black didn't admit it, he said: "It doesn't matter if you don't admit it now. You won't be able to rely on it when the owner of "Morun Pavilion" comes back. The

The night of Jiangcheng Avenue was getting colder and colder, and the chill in Qiao Yimo's heart became more and more serious.

Ten minutes passed, but he couldn't wait for the people of "Mo Runge".

Then there was a car whistling in the distance, and Qiao Yimo blocked the light of the car with his hand.

Looking up, I saw Rolls-Royce in the distance walking down to a man. The man was tall, with wide shoulders and a narrow waist, and he was wearing a silver mask on his face.

The distance was too far, and Qiao Yimo never knew who it was.

Seeing the boss coming, the man in black in "Morun Pavilion" immediately bent over and bowed ninety degrees, "Boss, you are finally here!"

The cold rolling voice under the silver mask said coldly, "What's the matter? There is still no solution!"

The people in black shook their heads one after another, "Isn't this... let you see what to do?"

Leng Juo glanced at the truck. There were indeed a lot of things inside. It would be very troublesome to check them one by one.

Qiao Yimo under the skull mask was a little impatient, looking at the man under the silver mask, holding his throat and speaking, his voice calm and unruffled, "Who are you who have the power to detain me?" JrNovels.com