Yang Qi's subordinates all stared at him...

An Mochen breathed out and shrugged helplessly: "I think your condition is too insignificant for me. If I continue to live in the Yao family, what I will get is the entire Yao Group, but if I

You are your subordinate, I only

It's not worth it to get half. [] Forget it, I think I shouldn't have brought the old man here tonight. If you hadn't said you had something important for us, I definitely wouldn't have come. Let's go." An Mochen

After saying that, he turned around and left.

"An Mochen. This is the last chance for you. Are you sure you don't want to give it up?" Yang Qi's eyes instantly revealed a murderous aura, and he looked at An Mochen and asked in a deep voice.

When the others heard Yang Qi's words, they all clenched their fists, as if they were going to cut this ungrateful man into pieces in the next second.

"I'm sorry. It's too late. I think I'd better go back." An Mochen smiled at him, but stared at everyone with the corner of his eyes.

"Humph, you can go back. Keep Mr. Yao." Yang Qi is determined to get Mr. Yao tonight. After all, he is the most important holder of the little book. Even if he can't get the little book, as long as he has Mr. Yao in his hand.

Go ahead and get the little book soon.

"Since we came together, we must go together." An Mochen put away his smile and glanced at everyone walking towards him coldly: "It seems that Master Qi doesn't want me to leave here tonight?"

"If you can leave here, you have to get through my brothers first." Yang Qi walked away and stood aside, watching with cold eyes.

"Come on." A man in black with a short head looked at Yang Qi and shouted clearly, and everyone immediately surrounded An Mochen.

Knowing that this was a fierce battle, the longer he stayed here, the more dangerous the old man would be. An Mochen didn't wait for these people to take action, and his body instantly exerted force, bouncing up from the ground and sweeping one leg in the air.

I just heard a loud banging sound.

Several people were kicked by An Mochen, and their bodies all staggered a few meters away.

When the other people saw it, their eyes suddenly burst into flames and they all pounced forward.

An Mochen narrowed his eyes and paid little attention to the people in front of him, but Mr. Yao's safety was more important, so he had to make a quick decision. His sharp eyes scanned all the people, and he spotted an opening and waved.

They started fighting each other with fists.

The sounds of boxing, screams, and grunts were instantly mixed together.

Maybe because there were so many people, Yang Qi stood not far away and couldn't see how An Mochen punched. With a burst of banging sounds, he saw that he had punched seven people in the originally small circle.

In complete disarray, several of his men were beaten until they were crawling on the ground and moaning.

In the end, only the short-headed and bald Tiger Brother in black and An Mochen were able to survive a few moves.

Looking at the beaten men staggering on the ground, and looking at An Mochen's skills, Yang Qi knew very well that even if he added two men, he might not be An Mochen's opponent. But Xiao Ben was determined to win. Thinking of this

, his eyes narrowed, a fierce look flashed across his eyes, and he took advantage of An Mochen's turn to walk quickly towards the black Rolls-Royce.

As long as he can subdue Mr. Yao, no matter how powerful An Mochen is, he will not dare to risk Mr. Yao's life.

Brother Hu and Cun Tou saw the boss's intention and both accelerated their punches, not wanting to give An Mochen a chance to turn around.

But this situation didn't last long. An Mochen's black tiger hit Cun Tou in the chest, knocking him a few steps away. Cun Tou had never suffered such a loss. His eyes suddenly filled with murderous intent, and his hands came from behind.

As soon as he reached his waist, there was a dagger in his hand, and he stabbed An Mochen fiercely.

An Mochen swayed, stretched out his five fingers to clamp his arm, and twisted his other hand to strike quickly. The dagger was in his hand in an instant. The next second, Cuntou's body suddenly froze.

A cold and sharp dagger was pressed against his neck.

With just a little effort from An Mochen's hand, he would die in the west.

But when he glanced at Yang Qi, he found that he had disappeared. He quickly turned around and saw that Yang Qi had arrived at the car and had put his hand on the door handle. An Mochen's eyes were intense.

In a flash, the hand holding the dagger rose like lightning, and a cold light flashed in the night. Then there was a shrill scream.

"Ah." Yang Qi's hand was stabbed squarely by the flying dagger. The big hand instantly bled.

An Mochen looked at him coldly, pushed Chun Tou away, and walked slowly towards Yang Qi...

A gust of wind blew behind me.

"Bang bang."

An Mochen's body suddenly spun around and he raised his legs to kick forward. He wanted to sneak attack Brother Hu and Chun Tou, but they were both kicked to the ground. He covered his chest and frowned at An Mochen, with a look of fear on his face.

An Mochen didn't even look at the two people on the ground. He put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly to Yang Qi. He looked at him holding his injured hand and grimacing in pain. The corners of his lips raised slightly, a little.

Looking at him teasingly.

"I originally thought you were a man of the Tao and knew some rules, but now it seems you don't know any rules at all."

"Brother, I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again next time." Listening to An Mochen's words, Yang Qi's eyes were full of timidity, and he no longer dared to pretend to be an uncle in front of An Mochen.

"You said that if my aim for the knife just missed was just a little bit... poof, it would have stuck on your forehead..." An Mochen's sudden gesture made Yang Qi tremble with fright.

"Brother, I have something to say. I have something to say. I really realized my mistake." After the fight, Yang Qi was really afraid of the person in front of him. If he hadn't been merciful just now, his life would probably be

He has already died in the West.

An Mochen looked at him and sneered: "Tell me. Who is your leader?"

Yang Qi immediately shook his body and replied: "Brother, when I went to play cards in a casino in the western suburbs two days ago, I accidentally heard someone say this, so I thought about whether I could make some windfall, so..."

An Mochen snorted coldly and looked at Yang Qi, not believing his nonsense at all: "Yang Qi, do you think you are playing tricks on me without being cruel to you? Do you want to test my bottom line?"

"No, no, no. Brother, I am telling the truth." Yang Qiyi waved his hands to explain.

"Then what's going on with the evidence in your hand? Also, how do you know Mr. Xia?"

"Brother, that's a courier I received a few days ago. There are these photos in it, and there's a note on it, saying that as long as I ask Mr. Yao out, he will definitely come out, and I just need to kidnap the old man.

Yes, the little book must be mine. As long as I get the little book, the entire Yao Group will also be mine." Yang Qi immediately replied nervously.

"Where are the notes and photos?"

"The note is in my pocket, and the photo is in the car..." Yang Qi reached out to get it, but An Mochen stopped him.

"If you want to play tricks..."

"Don't dare." Yang Qi immediately replied with a smile.

An Mochen looked at him coldly: "Take it out."

Yang Qi immediately fumbled from his pocket with fear, and sure enough, he took out a note and handed it to An Mochen. An Mochen quickly glanced at it under the light of the car lights, put the note in his pocket, and then

Looking at Yang Qi: "Bring the photo here."

"Yes." Yang Qi ignored the injury on his hand and staggered back to the car. He opened the door and took a brown paper bag from the car. He immediately returned to An Mochen and handed the photo to him respectfully.

"The things here are evidence that Mr. Yao and several senior officials were together back then." Yang Qi explained while talking to An Mochen.

An Mochen hesitated for a moment, then tore open the paper bag and took out a stack of photos. He looked at them one by one and found that they were indeed some old photos of Mr. Yao. He raised his eyelids and looked at Yang Qi opposite him and asked with some disdain.

: "Is this what you call important?"

Yang Qi's face immediately twitched with embarrassment: "Brother, I only believed it after hearing what others said."

"Listen to others? Didn't you just say there was only one note? Who said it?" An Mochen seized the loophole in his words and asked coldly.

Yang Qi knew that he couldn't hide it, so he had to tell the truth: "Actually, I once received a call from a person. He didn't say who he was. He only told me that the people in these photos are all related to Mr. Yao, and these people are now

Either he fled with the money or disappeared, or his life or death is unknown. He said that as long as I send these things to the judicial department, the Yao family will definitely be killed. As long as I threaten the Yao family with these things, Mr. Yao will definitely submit...

"

"Hmph. You really trust others so easily." An Mochen looked at him and sneered, then put the photo away and looked at him and said, "If you dare to reveal even a word about what happened tonight..."

"Absolutely not..." Yang Qi immediately shook his head.

"Get lost." An Mochen shouted coldly.

"Thank you, brother. Thank you. Thank you..." Upon hearing An Mochen's words, Yang Qi was frightened and immediately ran back to his car.

An Mochen got into the car, started it quickly, then turned around neatly, tapped his foot on the accelerator, and the car sped away in the direction of Yao's villa.

Seeing the black Rolls-Royce disappear into the night, Yang Qi's men all gathered around, still a little unwilling: "Brother, are we going to let that kid go like this?"

Yang Qi's anger suddenly spiked. He glared at the useless men and shouted: "What if we don't let them go? They are all a bunch of fucking trash."

Huang Mao hadn't wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth yet. When he saw the boss getting angry, he immediately came over and said, "Don't worry, boss. As the saying goes, a monk can't escape the temple if he runs away. This An Mochen will definitely not be able to run away."

Yang Qi glanced at him, his hands hurt so much, and he was still a little unwilling to think about what happened just now: "If you encounter this An Mochen in the future, please be careful. If this kid is not removed for a day, we will lose the book in Old Man Yao's hand.

I can't get it. Qiangzi, check his origin for me." Yang Qi squinted his eyes and looked at the place where the car disappeared, and he was a little more interested in An Mochen.
Chapter completed!