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Chapter 111: The A-sister specializes in beating up scumbags (6)

A bar with blasting music.

Han Mo looked at Xingyang who was surrounded by his brothers and forced to drink, with no emotion in his eyes.

Xingyang was taken away by him by force, and he knew that the other party did not want to obey.

At the beginning, he was quite patient. Although he couldn't be said to be very gentle, he was already very tolerant considering his personality.

But it has been a month, and except for the precious food that he couldn't afford to send, he has sent everything he can.

Although the other party confiscated it, he gave it to him.

He thought he had given him a lot of face by not telling him how deeply he loved him.

At least don't be like a dead fish and treat him badly every time.

Is he asking for too much? Not much at all!

But this damn Omega still wanted to hide when he saw him, and even resisted when they were the most intimate. If he couldn't resist, he would just close his eyes and would not give in to him at all.

He, Han Mo, is the eldest son of the Han family in Nancheng and the future heir of the Han family.

Before he differentiated into different genders, there were a lot of people rushing to show their affection, and after he differentiated into an Alpha, there was no shortage of Omegas who wanted to get into his bed.

He waited for him patiently for a month, and this is what he got?

You are aloof, right? You are disrespectful, right?

He wanted to see if this damn Omega would kneel down like a dog and beg him to mark him when he was surrounded by many Alphas, isolated and helpless, and his pheromones were out of control due to the influence of several powerful auras.

Over there, Xingyang was on the verge of collapse after being forced to drink continuously by a group of Alphas who deliberately released pheromones.

He felt his body getting hotter and hotter, his mind went blank, and he seemed to be hallucinating everything he saw.

Otherwise, how could he see his sister on the front line of the battlefield, knocking down the people around her with one punch after another.

Until I fell into a warm and familiar embrace, and the tip of my nose was lingering with the second pheromone I smelled on the day of differentiation.

He was sure that he was not hallucinating and that his sister had really returned to South City.

However, they could not defeat Han Mo.

He raised his head with difficulty and opened his mouth, but the words he spoke still could not form a complete sentence.

"Sister...don't...don't worry about me...run...run quickly..."

Before he could finish his words, a loud noise was heard not far away, followed by the sound of glass breaking.

Han Mo kicked the table over, knocking over all the wine glasses and bottles on it. He stood up, sneered and clapped his hands.

"Run? In South City, no one has ever been able to leave safely after offending me, Han Mo."

Upon hearing this, Xingyang, who was already unconscious, immediately struggled to break free from Bu Shian's arms.

Unfortunately, he didn't have enough strength to break free, so he had to give up struggling and beg instead.

"No...don't...please...I'll be obedient from now on...don't touch my sister..."

Seeing that the person who had refused to give in before was begging him for someone else, Han Mo's anger grew.

"Be obedient? It's too late!"

"Xingyang, let me tell you, your sister won't be able to leave today unless she leaves you something."

"Not only that, I'm going to play with you in front of her."

"Aren't you aloof? Aren't you unwilling to submit? I want to see you being violated in front of your own sister..."

Before he could finish his harsh words, a piece of glass shard brushed across his face, leaving a long streak of blood and cutting off a strand of his hair.

Amidst Han Mo's shock, Bu Shian spoke coldly.

"I say, have you finished pretending? Do you really think I don't exist?"

"Come on, I'll stand here and wait. If you can even touch the corner of my brother's clothes, I'll lose."

These were extremely arrogant words, and Han Mo was so angry that he was fuming.

He glanced around and found that even after such a long time since he clapped his hands to call people over, no one showed up.

His sixth sense told him that there was something wrong, but he refused to believe it.

He knew very well that the other party was just two people without parents and no background.

In South City, he could kill such a person with one hand.

His arrogance caused him to lose his only chance of escape.

He even picked up the half-broken bottle on the ground and rushed over without knowing his own limitations.

"go to hell."

"As long as you die, Xingyang will have no one to rely on and can only beg me to protect him."

In Han Mo's imagination, the other person would be hit on the head with a wine bottle.

Unfortunately, imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel.

He was forced to stop halfway through his run.

Black gun muzzles appeared from all directions, pointed at him.

This sudden change made Han Mo stand there in a daze. He couldn't even hold the bottle of wine in his hand steadily, and it fell to the ground.

He didn't understand.

In South City, who has the power to point so many guns at his head?

Just as he was stunned, Bu Shi'an put Xingyang, who had calmed down and was also dazed, on the sofa.

He was also very considerate and took off his military coat and put it on him.

Then he turned around and kicked Han Mo in the knee, as he didn't dare to move under the gun.

With a thud, Han Mo was forced to half-kneel in front of her.

"Idiot, you can't call your men. If you were smart enough, you would know to run away."

"Keep shouting, aren't you going to kill me?"

"Come, come, I'm standing right in front of you, do you dare to move?"

Han Mo looked at her with humiliation, the murderous intent in his eyes almost becoming tangible.

Bu Shi'an immediately became possessed by his acting spirit, took two steps back and spoke in an exaggerated manner.

"Oh my god, what's that look? Do you really want to continue killing me?"

As soon as she said this, the soldier who was closest to Han Mo and had a gun pointed at him immediately kicked the leg that was supporting him.

There was another thud, and Han Mo knelt completely on the ground, greeting Bu Shi'an directly.

Now, Han Mo could no longer hold back his emotions and spoke directly to Bu Shian, who was performing exaggeratedly, with gritted teeth.

"Who are you? How can you command so many armed soldiers?"

Bu Shi felt relieved, so he went to sit down on the sofa and held Xingyang in his arms.

"Who am I? As you can see, I am this boy's sister."

"You've been bullying my brother for so long, and you still have the nerve to ask who I am?"

She sneered and kicked the half-broken glass bottle that had rolled over to her side back.

The broken tip happened to pierce Han Mo's knee, causing him to scream in pain.

"Tsk, what a waste."

"You're dying over a minor injury. Don't go out there saying you're an Alpha if you're this delicate. We Alphas can't afford to lose this person."

Facing Han Mo's gaze that seemed to want to rush up and tear him apart, Bu Shi'an slowly took out a medal from his pocket and shook it in his hand.

"You ask me why I can call so many soldiers?"

"It's simple. My rank in the military is major general."

"Besides, my brother is a talent that the Imperial Alliance needs to protect."

"If you mess with us, you've hit a brick wall."