This phenomenon was obviously a bit strange. He stared at the people from southern Xinjiang and asked: "Where are the boat people?"
The people from Southern Xinjiang were still in a daze at the moment. They were injured before the poisonous powder was spread out, and they were tied up at such a fast speed.
Being questioned suddenly, he didn't react for a while.
At this moment, several unsuspecting thugs ran back. As soon as they entered the yard, they were restrained by officers.
Mo Jiuye's eyes immediately shifted to the thugs.
Among the thugs were those who beat Hu Cong in the street. When they saw Mo Jiuye, they instinctively wanted to run away. However, they were controlled by the officials and could only stand there obediently, staring at Mo Jiuye in horror.
Mo Jiuye turned around and asked the thugs: "Where is your leader?"
The thugs have already experienced his power, and at this moment, they are still being controlled by the official, and they already know in their hearts that they are finished.
At this point, if you behave better, you may have a different ending.
"He is our leader."
When the thug spoke, his eyes were already looking at the people from southern Xinjiang.
When the officer heard this, he stepped forward and kicked the thug hard.
"Be honest, how could I not know the leader of your boat company, and how dare you talk nonsense here when you are about to die."
The thug was very aggrieved after being kicked.
"My lord, I'm not lying. This person is the one who came to our boat company a month ago. The original boss voluntarily gave up his position to him."
"What's going on?" Mo Jiuye asked.
What he was curious about was why a person from Southern Xinjiang came to be the boss of a boat shop in Yuncheng. Moreover, this person was vicious and he suspected that his purpose was related to his family.
He knew that asking these thugs would have no results, so he turned his attention to the Southern Xinjiang people who were tied up.
The southern Xinjiang man's eyes were obviously a little dodgey, but he still answered confidently.
"It was the boss of their boat shop who owed me money, so he gave the boat shop to me."
Not to mention Mo Jiuye, even the thugs didn't believe this.
The shipping company has been established in Yuncheng for more than ten years. It has always done business without capital. How can it owe money to others?
Mo Jiuye sneered, and considering that this was not the time to ask such questions, he ordered the officials to go forward and ask where the head of the shipping company was.
Although he was not from the Yamen, he had just heard Meng Huaining mention a few words.
Meng Huaining has been busy collecting criminal evidence of the head of the shipping line recently, which happened in the past ten years. Even though this southern Xinjiang native has done some illegal things, it has only been more than a month after all.
Mo Jiuye guessed that the original leader of the shipping company was likely to be accused by this person, and Meng Huaining would definitely interrogate the people from southern Xinjiang.
He stepped forward, picked up the man from Nanjiang, and strode out. At the same time, he said to several officials, "I'll take him to the Yamen first."
Meng Huaining could interrogate this person, but before that, he had to ask clearly what he wanted to know.
Besides, he was worried about settling his daughter-in-law alone in the teahouse. Only when he saw her earlier could he feel at ease.
In Mo Jiuye's hands, the injured Nanjiang man was like a dead dog, with no ability to resist at all, and was carried all the way to the teahouse by him.
He Zhiran was observing the conditions of several poisoned people when he heard an official coming to tell Mo Jiuye that he was bringing someone back.
She hurriedly walked out of the teahouse to check. At this time, Mo Jiuye had thrown the southern Xinjiang man into the corner and planned to ask.
He Zhiran first looked at Mo Jiuye and felt relieved when he saw that he came back unharmed. Then he looked at the person he threw on the ground.
"Is he from southern Xinjiang?"
Mo Jiuye nodded: "Well, he was the one who poisoned Bage, and he even replaced him as the boss of the boat shop..." He told everything he knew.
He Zhiran's first thought was the same as Mo Jiuye's, which was the origin of this southern Xinjiang person.
"Who sent you here?"
When he saw a woman asking him, the Southern Xinjiang man's pupils shrank, and his sinister look was clearly revealed.
"As long as you are willing to let me go, I will tell you everything I know."
Mo Jiuye and He Zhiran sneered at the same time. No one would believe such words, but this man dared to say them.
Mo Jiuye stepped forward and kicked him right on his broken arm.
The people from southern Xinjiang screamed in pain, causing passers-by to stop and watch.
Seeing this, Mo Jiuye picked up the person again and pulled He Zhiran away.
"Ran Ran, let's find a quieter place."
The two turned into an alley, and Mo Jiuye threw the person to the ground again.
This time, the southern Xinjiang man was really scared. Just now he was thinking that there were so many pedestrians passing by on the street, and this person did not dare to do anything to him.
But it's different now. This place is in a remote location, and no one knows if someone kills me.
"Okay... my dear man, please spare your life."
Mo Jiuye stepped forward expressionlessly and said in a cold voice: "If you want to survive, tell me your origins honestly."
Now that his wife is pregnant, he doesn't want her to use hypnosis anymore. It's not worth it if she hurts her body.
What's more, the southern Xinjiang man in front of me looks like a coward, and he probably can tell the truth without any coercion or inducement on his part.
The people from Southern Xinjiang were indeed greedy for life and afraid of death. In order to survive, he told all about his origins.
"I'm from southern Xinjiang."
"I know this, let's talk about the key points." Mo Jiuye was obviously a little impatient.
When the people from southern Xinjiang saw his sharp eyes, they were so frightened that their whole bodies were wet with sweat, and beads of sweat unconsciously left their foreheads.
However, his hands and feet were tied tightly and could not be wiped off at all.
"My master sent me here to inquire about the situation of the Mo family in the former Protectorate of Dashun."
Sure enough...
Mo Jiuye continued to ask: "Is your master Mr. Simeng?"
"You... how do you know?" The southern Xinjiang man seemed to have figured something out, and asked stumblingly: "Are you Mo Jiuye?"
Although he has never met Mo Jiuye with his own eyes, he has heard people say that all the men of the Mo family are handsome and have high martial arts skills.
He is also a person with martial arts skills. He was beaten so hard just now that he was unable to fight back. The only person with such skills in Yuncheng is Mo Jiuye.
Mo Jiuye didn't hide it either: "It's me."
When the people from Southern Xinjiang saw his admission, they were so frightened that they instinctively shrank.
"Mo... Master Mo Jiu, I came here out of desperation. I beg you to be noble and let me go this time!"
Mo Jiuye did not answer his words, but urged: "If you don't want me to send you on your way, just tell me everything I want to know."
The southern Xinjiang man was afraid that if he spoke too slowly, the other party would kill him, so after Mo Jiuye finished speaking, he rushed to say:
"My master asked me to come here to inquire about the Mo family and report to him truthfully."
Mo Jiuye had just heard this answer. Seeing that the southern Xinjiang people couldn't get the point right for a long time, he simply asked.
