Elegant CEO's Best Soldier King

No, no, no!    

Li Mo felt that whatever he ate was secondary, and the most important thing was to eat him.    

Originally, Li Mo wanted to reject her request, but after seeing Zhang Min's bitter eyes, his heart softened. Sigh, this was the result of his mother not being able to control his lower body. His entire body was in debt!    

"Alright, let's go to your house. I'll make you something nice to eat."    

"I want to eat you!"    

Zhang Min screamed and pounced on Li Mo.    

When dry firewood and raging flames clashed together, it would definitely be able to ignite the boundless flames of passion.    

For Zhang Min, a woman's knowledge of the love between a man and a woman was even greater.    

Zhang Min was from the police academy, and her physical fitness was stronger than that of an average woman. Once she let go of him, she would be as ferocious as a lioness.    

A battle of attrition began at Zhang Min's house!    

"..."    

South Sky City, West Village.    

Shylock bought a small five-story building here.    

Originally, this building did not have any walls, but after he bought it, he had people construct it overnight. In the middle of the building, there was a large enough gate for vehicles to freely enter and exit.    

When Shylock first started his construction, the surrounding landlords were extremely dissatisfied. Later on, Shylock gave him two hundred thousand yuan and told them to shut up. After receiving the money, those people were naturally overjoyed.    

It wasn't their place anyway, they had only built a wall, so it wasn't convenient for them to pass by. They only wanted to make trouble when they saw that Shylock was an outsider, but they didn't expect to get another two hundred thousand.    

After Sherlock bought the building, all the windows on the floor were sealed. No one could see what was going on inside.    

When someone encountered the short man, they curiously asked him what he was doing, and he always told them with a smile and a squint that he was raising a dog for fear of disturbing the neighbors, so that all the windows were closed.    

Strangely, when Shylock appeared in the Western District, the two bodyguards who had followed him before never showed up at his side.    

This was also the reason why those people dared to mess with Shylock. From their perspective, Shylock was just a short man. His smile was a little cold, but those people had never put him in their eyes and had only thought of him as a fool.    

Shylock was rich, but in the eyes of these people he was just a fool. Who would build a wall on their own doorstep and give away hundreds of thousands of their neighbors in the end?    

This shorty perfectly explained what it meant to be stupid and have a lot of money.    

Shylock, out in the West Village, liked to have a dog with him. It was either a valuable breed or a northern dog, a ferocious dog who went hunting in the mountains and dared to bite wild boar and bear.    

The dog next to him usually looked listless and listless. However, whenever someone approached it, it would stare at him fiercely. It didn't bark at him and only wagged its tail as it glared at the incoming person.    

This was what a biting dog should do.    

However, when he greeted someone, he was actually very amiable. It could even be that he was very humble. Perhaps it was because of his short stature, but when he greeted someone, he always appeared to be bowing and bowing.    

Shylock walks back, locks the door, and locks the dog in the doorway, alerting anyone who comes near the dog.    

Shylock entered the building with his hands clasped behind his back. Like a general patrolling his own military camp, he staggered up the steps with his hands clasped behind his back.    

Fifth floor, four rooms on each floor.    

On the second and third floor, there was a person in every room. Everyone's hands and feet were chained so tightly that they couldn't even reach the door.    

Except to go to the toilet in the corner and then lie in bed and wait for Shylock to throw in his food.    

Why did he say he was throwing food?    

This was because Shylock had only given them steamed buns, and he had thrown them in through a small window at the entrance every time he fed them. As for whether these people ate or not, he did not care.    

There were some people with E Class Talents who didn't need to be treated too well. If they reached S Class, he would definitely treat them better, lest he accidentally caused them to die.    

He had all the people who had disappeared from Tiannan City, but Shylock was not worried that the police would find him here.    

Before he even reached South Sky City, he had already bought this building. Furthermore, it was more than ten kilometers away from the city center. He believed that no one would be able to find this remote western district.    

When Shylock had fed the men, he sat down on the landing and smoked a cigar. He did not like the smell of cigars, but he felt like a rich man with a large cigar in his mouth.    

His money had been given to him by the Godfather. The real meaning was that he was a poor man, and once he returned to the island, he would become a poor man again.    

Thus, it was rare for him to come out. He had to spend as much as he could, at the very least, eat meat and drink wine.    

"Underworld God …"    

The short guy sitting on the stairs narrowed his eyes and mumbled to himself while puffing out smoke rings. He was determined to bring this guy with SSS ability back to his godfather.    

"..."    

The battle between Zhang Min and Li Mo had ended. It was almost six o'clock.    

Zhang Min was weakly lying on the bed. Her pretty face was still flushed from being satisfied.    

Li Mo stood up and said, "I'll make you something to eat. Lie down a little longer and you'll be ready soon."    

Panting, Zhang Min bit her lips and said, "Don't be so busy. Let's order takeout. Come and chat with me more."    

Li Mo cut the tip of her nose and smiled, "It's not healthy to order takeout. I'll cook some for you. It will be quick."    

The corner of Zhang Min's mouth raised into a smile. Her eyes were brimming with happiness.    

After dinner, Li Mo left Zhang Min's house. Although the latter wanted to keep him here for the night, she understood that some things couldn't be helped.    

"..."    

When Li Mo returned to Lu Jian's villa, it was already past eight o'clock. The two women in the house were so hungry that their chests were pressed against their backs.    

Zuo Zuo saw this guy and weakly retorted, "You with the surname Li, you want to starve the two of us to death so you can elope with your little lover, right?"    

Li Mo's face darkened. He didn't want to bother with this woman. What kind of words are these? Run away like a ghost? What kind of person am I?    

While Li Mo was fumbling for his keys, a small thing fell out of his pocket. It ran over to pick it up with its sharp eyes, suddenly frowning, it said, "Isn't this thing the stuff from that disgusting shorty at the hotpot restaurant?    

Oh, please! That guy surnamed Li, you even brought such a disgusting thing with you … "Say, is this a token of love that the short guy gave you? Oh, what are you guys doing …"    

F * ck you!    

A love token!    

I'll slap you so hard you won't be able to dig it out of the wall!    

Eh?    

That's not right!    

Li Mo's eyes suddenly lit up. He grabbed Zuo Zuo's hand and said excitedly: "You're talking about that short guy? Are you sure you're not seeing things? "    

"Let me go, you're hurting me!"    

Zuo Zuo Zuo's pretty face changed and she quickly shook him off.    

This guy's hand strength was too great. He squeezed her wrist until it hurt. Zuo Zuo then scolded in annoyance, "Aunt, you have such a good memory. How could I be mistaken? This is that disgusting little shorty!"    

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