Puff... Flames are rising...

In the office of the general manager on the 19th floor of the Crowne Plaza Hotel in Wuzhou, he was wearing a blue-gray security uniform and a little unshaven beard. He looked like he was in his thirties sitting at his wide desk, squinting his eyes as if he was in his own home. His name was Mo Hanshan!

When Mo Hanshan had already started smoking his third cigarette, the door opened, and accompanied by a very rhythmic sound of high-heeled shoes trampling on the ground, a mature and cold woman with a high-heeled shoes came in from outside, walked straight to the desk and sat down on the rotating boss chair.

Seeing the woman fanning in front of her jade hands and frowning at her, Mo Hanshan suddenly disappeared from his previous laziness and casualness. He quickly sat up straight and slapped the cigarette in his hand, with a little awkward expression.

Seeing Mo Hanshan's appearance, the woman couldn't help but rub her eyebrows with her hands and said helplessly: "What should I say to you? You are the hotel security guard. Not only did you fail to ensure the safety of the hotel guests, but you beat the guests up and let me..."

"That guy is just a bastard. He relies on his own money and background, but he dared to touch the waiter in our hotel. It would be light for me to beat him," Mo Hanshan spoke coldly, with a low voice very magnetic. As he spoke, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his aura became sharp quietly.

The woman who stopped hearing this couldn't help but frown and said, "I understand that there is something wrong with him, but we are a hotel and a service industry. It would be great if you beat him up, but the impact of this incident is..."

"You don't have to feel embarrassed. If there is really no way, I can choose to quit," Mo Hanshan couldn't help but say before the woman finished speaking.

Seeing that Mo Hanshan was about to get up and leave, the woman's face changed slightly, and then she quickly stood up and said anxiously: "No, cousin, I don't mean that..."

"Don't worry, I will handle this matter well," the woman said helplessly.

"Thank you!" Mo Hanshan, who nodded slightly, spoke calmly, with no joy on his face, but a trace of darkness flashed in his eyes, and then he turned silently and left the office.

...Under the night, a barbecue stall in a city village in Wuzhou City decorated with neon light...

It was very late. Mo Hanshan was drinking beer alone, and there were already many empty bottles of wine on the table in front of him.

"I didn't expect that the captain of the wolf teeth special forces, the sharpest fang among the wolf teeth, had fallen to drink to relieve sorrow," a harsh and cold low voice came into my ears, causing Mo Hanshan to drink with a bottle of wine and slowly raise his head.

A tall and thin man in a black windbreaker sat down opposite him. Seeing the half-blooded bird-head tattoo on his wrist, Mo Hanshan couldn't help but shrink his eyes and instantly became cold. The words containing murderous intent spit out from his mouth: "Blood Owl..."

"Haha... It seems that you are deeply impressed by it!" He glanced at the tall and thin man with a tattoo of a blood-colored bird head on his wrist, and then smiled and looked at Mo Hanshan.

Crack... Mo Hanshan, whose blue veins were raised in his hand, directly crushed the beer bottle in his hand, and blood flowed out through his fingers. But he seemed to be unaware of it, his eyes staring at the tall and thin man turned scarlet. A terrible evil spirit emanated from him. At this moment, Mo Hanshan seemed to transform into a bloodthirsty lone wolf.

Mo Hanshan was more than impressed by the blood-colored bird-head tattoo, but it was simply unforgettable! Half a year ago, in the tropical rainforest on the southern border, his brothers from the Wolf Tooth Special Forces were ambushed by the Blood Owl Mercenary Organization and suffered heavy casualties. He watched his brothers fall in front of him with his own eyes.

In that battle, Mo Hanshan seemed to have transformed into a bloodthirsty mad wolf, and he took the rest of his brothers to kill red. Even though he was at a disadvantage at the beginning, he still severely damaged an elite group of 100 people from the Blood Owl Mercenary. Under Mo Hanshan's crazy pursuit, there were only more than ten members of the Blood Owl who escaped.

In the fierce battle, Langya won, but was almost crippled. The top leaders of the military region were furious. Mo Hanshan, as the captain, was the first to be hit and was severely blamed. He himself was also very guilty because of the death of his brothers. He took the initiative to retire and leave the army.

"Don't look at me like this, your eyes can't kill anyone!" Facing Mo Hanshan's bloodthirsty gaze like a ferocious wolf, the tall and thin man sneered.

Swish... Mo Hanshan, who was even more murderous intent in his eyes, shook his hand and a few blood-stained pieces of wine bottles shot out towards the tall and thin man's face.

Kengkeng...I don't know when there was a tall and thin man with a slender military spear in his hand. The military spear turned into several afterimages and easily blocked the pieces of the bottle, and then it stabbed Mo Hanshan's throat like a cold light.

Sneak... I picked up a chopstick on the table and blocked the military thorn. The chopsticks in my hand were easily cut off by the military thorn, but he was a faster hand shadow pierced the sharp chopsticks that were cut off by the obliquely into the back of the tall and thin man's hand.

Puchi... The chopsticks pierced into the back of the hand, and blood flowed out. The tall and thin man's trembling hand also stopped at Mo Hanshan's throat. The sharp military spike pierced the skin, and a trace of blood oozed out.

Ah... The tall and thin man who made a sound of suppressing pain from his mouth, with a ferocious and distorted expression, and continued to send the slam in his hand forward regardless of the pain on the back of his hand...

He hurriedly let go of the chopsticks in his hand. Mo Hanshan leaned over and turned to the ground. A muffled sound of "puff" sounded, and a cloud of dust was splashed on the ground beside him.

Mo Hanshan then turned over again. Where his body was just now, sparks were already splashing, and a bullet bounced up.

At this moment, the tall and thin man also bullied himself, and the slender military spear in his hand pierced Mo Hanshan's heart as fierce as lightning.

Mo Hanshan, who narrowed his body and barely avoided the vital points, was still stabbed into the shoulder by the military sting. Blood splattered, and at the same time, he raised his foot and kicked the tall and thin man, staggering back with the force.

Wow... A bullet almost wiped Mo Hanshan's chest and shot a beer bottle on the table next to him, shattering it directly.

He bent down and took up two stools to throw Mo Hanshan at the tall and thin man one after another. Then he grabbed a table as a shield and rushed towards the tall and thin man who waved his hand in a dodge and strode towards the tall and thin man who waved his long military stomp bench in his hand.

Amid the muffled sound, Mo Hanshan was shocked all over. A bullet hole appeared on the table behind him. Blood flowed out from behind him, and his body staggered and stiffened.

"Haha..." Seeing this, the tall and thin man rushed over with a grim smile, and the army in his hand stabbed Mo Hanshan's chest, trying to give him a fatal blow.

However, the tall and thin man who approached Mo Hanshan and was about to pierce Mo Hanshan's chest did not expect that Mo Hanshan, who had his body frozen, rushed forward suddenly, allowing his hand to pierce through his chest, grabbed him holding the hand of the military spear, and clenched his fist and smashed hard towards his chest with the other hand.
Chapter completed!