"Yes, Master."
The masked man's men quickly left the presidential suite according to the masked man's order.
In an instant, only the masked man was left in the presidential suite.
He poured himself another glass of red wine and sat on the leather sofa, sipping the red wine and watching a movie, looking forward to the scene of holding two beauties in his arms.
Suddenly, a cold, sharp blade touched his neck.
Then a cold voice sounded in his ear:
"Hand over the contract."
The man stiffened when he felt the danger on his neck, and slowly turned his head to look behind him.
He was extremely surprised when he saw Mo Wushuang's face.
"How dare you come back?"
"Why don't I dare to come back?"
After leaving these words, Mo Wushuang reached out and took off the mask from the man's face.
She wanted to see who this was.
When the man saw this, his pupils shrank, he quickly covered his face with the mask, and said hastily:
"Don't touch the mask on my face."
"If you move any more, your life will be taken."
Mo Wushuang's hand suddenly exerted force, and the sharp blade penetrated directly into the man's neck.
The sharp pain suddenly caused the man's expression to change, and he let go of his hand in a panic.
"If you treat me like this, I will make you pay the price."
Mo Wushuang took off the mask from the man's face expressionlessly:
"Then I wait for you."
The moment the man's mask was taken off, Mo Wushuang's pupils shrank and he looked at the man's face in surprise.
The man looked at Mo Wushuang with angry eyes:
"Can you give me the mask back now?"
Upon hearing this, Mo Wushuang immediately put the mask back on the man's face.
She asked doubtfully:
"Who are you anyway? How did your face look like this?"
She never thought that the man in front of her was wearing a mask not to hide his true appearance, but because...
The man's face was truly disfigured.
His face must have been burned by fire. If he saw the scar at night, he would probably faint from shock.
The man's eyes were full of hatred, he glanced at Mo Wushuang, and then said:
"Who I am is not important. What is important is, what do you want to do here?"
Mo Wushuang: "Give me the contract Qin Muhan just signed."
After speaking, she looked at the man seriously:
"Who are you, I must know."
As soon as she finished speaking, she immediately pressed the knife against the man's neck, and the man instantly felt a surge of blood flowing out of his neck.
Heat flowed, and the tip of my nose instantly smelled the smell of blood.
He paled in panic and said quickly:
"Don't be impulsive. I can give you the contract, and I can also tell you who I am, but..."
"You must promise me that after I give you the contract and tell you who I am, you must let me go."
"I promise you." Mo Wushuang said four words without hesitation.
The man breathed a sigh of relief and said immediately:
"The contract is in the drawer of the coffee table. Go get it yourself."
Mo Wushuang glanced at the coffee table after hearing this. She was behind the man now. If she went to get the contract, she would have to walk in front of the man and expose her back to him.
This easily gives men a chance to sneak attack.
She sneered and ordered directly:
"Give me the contract."
The man's eyes darkened when he heard this, and he nodded helplessly: "Okay!"
He didn't expect Mo Wushuang to be so vigilant.
The man bent down and opened the drawer of the coffee table, and immediately reached for the contract in the drawer.
The moment he picked up the contract, he suddenly pulled out a pistol from the drawer and shot Mo Wushuang with his backhand.
Seeing this, Mo Wushuang quickly leaned back to avoid, then quickly raised his leg and kicked the man's wrist.
"Crack!" With a sound, the whirlwind-like legs and feet quickly kicked the man's wrist to the bone.
The gun in the man's hand suddenly became unstable and fell to the ground with a "pop!"
Mo Wushuang held the sofa with one hand, crossed the sofa and landed directly in front of the man like a dexterous cat, reaching out and snatching the contract away from the man's other hand.
Then another roundhouse kick hit the man in the head.
The man was kicked to the ground unexpectedly, his face turned pale in pain, and his forehead was covered with fine cold sweat.
"Mo Wushuang, you've got the things, you can get out."
He glared at Mo Wushuang angrily, and calmly and quietly reached for the pistol that fell on the ground.
Just when his hand touched the pistol and a smile appeared on his face, Mo Wushuang suddenly stretched out his foot and stepped on the back of the man's hand.
The man's expression froze and he looked at Mo Wushuang in surprise.
An evil and dangerous sneer appeared at the corner of Mo Wushuang's mouth:
"what you up to?"
"No...it's nothing." The man turned pale with fright at Mo Wushuang's devilish smile.
Mo Wushuang kicked the pistol to the ground of the sofa and stepped on the man's cheek with a sneer:
"Now, please tell me your real name."
"I..." The man wanted to say something in a panic, but before he could finish his words, he was suddenly interrupted by Mo Wushuang's cold voice:
"If you dare to talk to me, I will crush your head in the next second."
When the man heard Mo Wushuang's words, the lie that had reached his throat was instantly swallowed back.
He looked at Mo Wushuang in fear and embarrassment, and said timidly:
"I...I have no grievances against you. Is it too much for you to take my life?"
"I don't want to listen to nonsense." Mo Wushuang suddenly stabbed the sharp knife in his hand into the man's palm.
The man suddenly cried out in pain: "Ah..."
Mo Wushuang looked at the man with cold eyes like a Rakshasa:
"Tell me your name. If you say another word, I will cut off your hand..."
"Don't touch my hand, I'm your uncle." When the man heard Mo Wushuang's threat, his face turned pale with fright, and he immediately revealed his identity.
"Uncle?" Mo Wushuang's big, watery eyes suddenly narrowed, looking at the man with unclear meaning.
"My uncle is dead a long time ago. You dare to pretend to be my uncle. Are you tired of living?"
As she spoke, she suddenly pulled out the saber from the man's palm, raised her hand and stabbed the man's neck again.
The man looked at the oncoming saber and was so frightened that his pants got wet. He shouted in a panic:
"I'm not lying to you, I didn't die at that time, I was just disfigured."
"Your aunt Chu Meilan also knows about this. If you don't believe it, you can call and ask your aunt."
He was frightened and frightened, and his nervous voice broke:
"I am really strong in the kingdom..."
Mo Wushuang rubbed his stinging ears and looked at the man with unclear meaning:
"Since you are Wang Guoqiang and you are not dead, why do you still want my aunt to marry my father?"
While speaking, she calmly touched the inconspicuous earrings on her ears.
If Wang Guoqiang was not dead, Chu Meilan knew that Wang Guoqiang was not dead and concealed the truth to marry her father, which was a fraudulent marriage and also committed bigamy.
Not only does Chu Meilan have to go to jail, but she also has to compensate her father for her losses.
Of course, the best case scenario is that the marriage between her father and Chu Meilan should be an invalid marriage.
If her mother knew about it, she probably wouldn't feel so disgusted.
When Wang Guoqiang heard Mo Wushuang's question, his eyes quickly flashed with resentment and slander, and then he said angrily and aggrievedly:
"Do you think I want my wife to marry your father? Not because..."
