I've heard of people stealing gold and silver, but I've never heard of people stealing ashes! Why … could it be that you once had a crush on my brother-in-law? "
When Cen Mo learned that Lu Xiangsi had died overseas and dealt with the Jiangs, he quietly took out Lu Xiangsi's ashes from the grave and kept them by his side, just as he had promised Lu Xiangsi.
Less than three days after he took out Lu Xiangsi's ashes, Cen Mo couldn't bear to see Lu Xiangsi and Jiang Ming 'an separated after their deaths. Thinking of how Jiang Ming' an and Lu Xiangsi had a close relationship, he reluctantly brought Jiang Ming 'an's ashes with him.
Back then, when Cen Mo was doing this, Fu Huai 'an was far away overseas and didn't know about it.
Therefore, all these years, Fu Huai 'an had brought Tuan Tuan to pay respects to … an empty grave.
The man raised his head with much difficulty. One of his eyes was swollen like a walnut, and it was purplish. He grinned at Cen Mo, blood dripping from his lips. His Adam's apple vibrated, and he said in a hoarse voice, "My status is too low, so this is the only way to see you … I originally wanted to steal your sister's ashes, but who knew … I would steal your brother-in-law's instead. What an accident."
Cen Mo's fingers tapped on the sofa's backrest as he puffed out a smoke ring and moved the cigarette away from his lips. "Tell me why you want to see me!"
"Ah Zhan, the assistant of Mr. De Niro, the chairman of the De Niro Company, sent me a message saying that Mr. De Niro is being controlled by Mr. Moral's men. He hopes that you can help … In the future, you can have all the business lines you want! He'll even give you a big gift! "
The man smiled as he looked at Cen Mo, as if the broken bones and blood he had shed weren't a big deal, as if great wealth and glory were waiting for him …
Cen Mo narrowed his eyes. When he heard this, he leaned back against the sofa and took a puff of his cigarette with an indifferent expression. "If Mr. Moral … really controls the head of the De Niro family, why should I believe … Ah Zhan, who is by Mr. De Niro's side, sent you a message? Who knows … if this is a trap? "
"Ah Zhan and I are cousins! We have a way to contact each other! He kept a satellite phone, and after much deliberation, he only dared to contact me, whom he trusted the most, and asked me to think of a way to meet you. But it's too difficult to meet you! So I had to alarm your sister! If you don't believe me, you can wait until three in the morning. I have an appointment with Ah Zhan … According to Morocco time, he will contact me at three in the morning. You can talk to Ah Zhan personally! "
In the room filled with the strong smell of blood, only the sound of the man's blood could be heard.
Cen Mo, Cen Mo … Cen Mo, Cen Mo, Cen Cen, and said, Cen, "Cen,"
Even Saihand, who was standing at the side, couldn't figure out what Cen Mo was thinking. In this eerily quiet environment, he looked toward Cen Mo, waiting for his instructions.
"Lock" Can "Don" — — — "Don" — "De" who are. "Are." The man of "De" — "He" — "The man who Who were" De "— The Of the King," The "I" He "— The" Am "—" Moral "
The man, who had been beaten to a pulp, seemed to heave a sigh of relief. His tone also relaxed, and he smiled. "I'm very sorry. Your brother-in-law's ashes were placed on the roof of the building where I was captured, at the right side of the ventilation duct."
Cen Mo exhaled a puff of white smoke. After it dissipated, Cen Mo's cold features could be seen. He said, "As for you stealing my brother-in-law's ashes …"
Cen Mo's unhurried and magnetic voice sent a chill down the man's spine. He raised his head and looked at Cen Mo with a blurry gaze, waiting for Cen Mo to continue …
Cen Mo narrowed his eyes and swept his gaze over the man who was still kneeling on the ground, covered in blood. He said, "Just pluck out his fingers and toes one by one to atone for his crime!"
"Mr. Cen!" The man kneeling on the ground suddenly became agitated. He struggled to get up, but he was pressed back down by Cen Mo's men.
"Mr. Cen, you can't do this to me!" He glared at Cen Mo. "I brought you this piece of news. Even if I stole your brother-in-law's ashes, I did it to see you in person! I'm your contact with Mr. De Niro! You can't do this to me! "
"I … have always been very clear about merits and demerits!" Cen Mo extinguished the cigarette butt with the tip of his foot and stood up. "Merits are merits, demerits are demerits! If everyone steals my brother-in-law's ashes just because they want to see me and disturbs my sister and brother-in-law, wouldn't it be a mess?! "
Cen Mo looked toward Saihand. Saihand nodded and ordered his men to do it …
Cen Mo looked at the man's horrified expression, then slowly adjusted his sleeves and said, "Let him see clearly how his fingers and toes are gone. Don't let him faint!"
"Sir, don't worry!" Saihand nodded.
Cen Mo walked out of the basement. Just as the door opened, the man's hysterical screams rang through the entire basement.
"Mr. Cen! You can't do this to me! I'm your middleman. I brought you such a big deal. No! No! Ah … "
A bone-chilling scream rushed out from the metal door of the basement. Song Yao, who was standing outside the door, took a step back. She was so frightened by the scream that she lost her footing and almost fell down.
Cen Mo didn't expect Song Yao to be outside the basement. He quietly closed the basement door, cutting off the hair-raising scream inside. He glanced at the two bodyguards guarding the door and asked Song Yao, "Why did you come down?"
"I suddenly woke up and didn't see you. I … I heard you were down there, so I came to look for you!" Song Yao clenched her fists tightly. The smell of blood that wafted out from the basement was nauseating. She held it in until her face turned pale.
Song Yao was just a lady who had lived in a peaceful and harmonious world for over 20 years. Even though she knew that Cen Mo's identity wasn't ordinary and had imagined that Cen Mo would be covered in blood, there was still a difference between imagining it and seeing it for real.
"Let's go! I'll go up with you. In the future … don't come down from the basement! "Cen Mo supported Song Yao.
The smell of blood on Cen Mo was unbearable to a pregnant woman who was sensitive to smells. Song Yao frowned and gently held onto Cen Mo's arm, putting some distance between them.
Cen Mo's black eyes swept over Song Yao's petite hand that was pushing his arm away. His features were dark and gloomy, and even the two bodyguards guarding the basement door felt the surrounding air suddenly turn colder.
Song Yao also sensed the coldness in the air. She held back the nauseating feeling rising up from her stomach. She pinched Cen Mo's arm with her petite hand and pointed to her stomach, grumbling, "Hurry up and go upstairs to take a shower and change your clothes. The baby can't smell blood. Stop tormenting me!"
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