Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

Clenching the palm of the hand, a cloud of dark flames appeared in the hand out of thin air, exuding a dangerous aura.

Tang Long's face changed drastically, and finally he laughed, "You are very strong, but my teacher will definitely not let you go, just wait for me..."

Zhuo Bufan threw the fireball on him, and the dark flame turned him into ashes without a sound, and was blown by the wind, and then disappeared without a trace, as if this person had never existed.

Mo Yi was the only one left on the empty rooftop. At this time, Mo Yi's face was completely pale, and cold sweat the size of soybeans was streaming down his forehead. He held the pistol tightly with both hands and pointed it at Zhuo Bufan.

He understands that with his force, he can't even defeat Feng Bo, let alone Zhuo Bufan, the gun in his hand is his only guarantee.

"Dragon Kingdom magicians are too strong." Feng Bo opened his eyes wide, pressing the wound with one hand, his eyes were full of horror.

Zhuo Bufan turned his head, and his cold eyes fell on Mo Yi, "A few years ago, your Donghuang Group purchased the land in Donghu District, did you kill Guo Hu's father?"

"They did it. I found the information in the reference room." Mo Susu said.

"So what if I did it? I'm going to kill you today, I don't believe you can block the bullet." Mo Yi's eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at Zhuo Bufan with an almost crazy expression.

Feng Bo frowned, with a look of worry on his face.

Spellcasters are different from warriors. One is equivalent to a mage, while the other is a warrior. A martial artist who transforms strength into Taoism within ten steps is like killing chickens and dogs. When you seal and cast spells, martial arts masters can kill you with your hands. .

"Go to hell." Mo Yi yelled frantically, pulled the trigger with his index finger, and the bullet shot out with a white mark in the air.

Mo Susu and Feng Bo stared wide-eyed at the same time. No matter how strong a human being is, they can't stop bullets. Unless he is a real master, Mo Yi will not neglect martial arts and choose to use modern guns. What's the use if the bullet can't be stopped?

But the next moment, Mo Yi's face turned pale and bloodless.

I saw Zhuo Bufan raised his arm, and ripples like waves emanated from the palm, the bullets that came at high speed actually froze in mid-air, and could no longer penetrate an inch.

"This...it's impossible." Mo Yi opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth slightly, in disbelief.

"The inner strength is out of the body, the master is like a dragon?" Feng Bo took a sharp breath, the real energy in his excited body collapsed, triggering a gunshot wound on his waist, and he passed out directly.

"You are too weak." Zhuo Bufan shook his head, flicked his fingers, like a beautiful girl in the south of the Yangtze River stroking a pipa, the bullet shot back, piercing through the center of Mo Yi's eyebrows, leaving a bloody hole.

The gun in Mo Yi's hand fell to the ground with a thud, and he leaned back stiffly, and fell to the ground. He didn't even think about why he died.

"Uncle Feng." Mo Susu squatted down, frowning, her pretty face was full of anxiety.

Zhuo Bufan injected his true essence into Uncle Feng's body, "He won't die, but he may be in a coma for a few days, send him to the hospital." After speaking, Zhuo Bufan casually summoned a few dark flames and turned the corpse on the rooftop as ashes.

Riverside villa.

The lights were bright, and in Villa No. 8, a girl in pajamas was holding a glass of milk and putting it on the table in the living room, "Brother, stop smoking, it's bad for your health, drink some milk."

"Yeah." The man sitting on the sofa put out the cigarette butt in his hand in the ashtray, "Swallow, it's getting late, you go back upstairs to sleep first."

"Well, brother, you should go to bed earlier." After finishing speaking, the girl yawned and walked up the stairs.

At this time, a figure came out from the thick night and walked slowly towards the living room of the villa. The man in the living room stood up immediately, his eyes widened and he asked in surprise, "Xiaofan, why are you here?"

"Come and see you." Zhuo Bufan smiled.

There are some newspaper clippings on the table, the paper is yellow. Some Qingzhou Daily and Economic Daily a few years ago reported the collapse of the Guo Group, and the news about Guo Hu's father committed suicide by jumping off the building.

At that time, Guo Hu also called the police, but he was interfered by various forces and there was no actual evidence, so he had to let it go.

"I have already avenged your father's revenge, you can take Yanzi abroad with peace of mind." Zhuo Bufan took out the USB flash drive and put it on the table.

Guo Hu was shocked, and excitedly said: "Xiaofan, you really helped me avenge?"

"Well, it was Mo Yi and a Southeast Asian named Tang Long who used sorcery to cause your father to jump off the building. But I have killed both of them." Zhuo Bufan said indifferently.

Guo Hu's eyes were red, he stood up suddenly, and knelt on the ground with a plop, "Xiao Fan, my life, Guo Hu, is yours."

"Brother Hu, don't be polite to me." Zhuo Bufan quickly helped him up.

"I'll send Yanzi to the United States tomorrow, and I'll come back after I arrange her affairs." Guo Hu wiped away his tears and said.

...

At this time, in another magnificent European-style villa in Qingzhou, dozens of bodyguards in black clothes and black trousers stood solemnly in the courtyard of the villa, at the entrance of the living room.

In the living room, there were two middle-aged men in their early forties, wearing small stand-up collar vests, well-dressed, and exuding great coercion, they looked like the kind of big shots who had been in high positions for a long time.

One of them is Mo Bangyan, the current chairman of Donghuang Group, but at this time he is on pins and needles.

"Brother, why did you come to me suddenly? Didn't you call me in advance?" Mo Bangyan said with a smile, his eyes fell on the middle-aged man sitting opposite him.

The middle-aged man was about forty-four or five years old. He was tall and straight, and he was not angry. He exuded the coercion and arrogance of a strong man, and his eyes were as solid as lightning. , Donghuang Group is the core industry of our Mo family, I am very relieved to have you here, but I am a little worried about Susu."

Mo Bangyan breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "I have arranged a job for Susu when she arrives at the company, and she is willing to sit up from the bottom first. After she understands Donghuang Group, I will hand over the group to her."

Mo Chuyang just smiled lightly, and lightly stroked an amber jade finger on his thumb with his palm. Mo Chuyang stepped into the dark energy at the age of nineteen, and at the age of thirty-five, he had achieved great inner strength, and he was only one step away from the master. Ten years have passed, and he has already stepped into the realm of a half-step master.

It can be said that Mo Chuyang is the pillar of the entire Mo family, without Mo Chuyang, there would be no Mo family in Shuzhou.

Although the once majestic tiger is sick now, it still makes Mo Bangyan terrified when he sees him.