At 8 o'clock in the evening, Yuelai Square was very lively. The lights were bright and the people were crowded. Girls in sexy and youthful clothes were accompanied by their boyfriends, looking happy and calm.

In a corner of the square, there are some middle-aged and elderly people. They dance in the music, and a peaceful and quiet atmosphere.

The moonlight spread down and enveloped the entire Yuelai Square. At first glance, it became much more beautiful. Under the third street light in Yuelai Square, a man was standing at this moment. He was very tall, wearing a clean white shirt. He lowered his head slightly, and his messy black hair covered his entire face.

At this moment, the man was walking back and forth under the street lights. Occasionally, he would raise his head and reveal his firm face. A trace of light shot out from his dark eyes, scanning the surroundings without any trace.

Not far from this man, there were some people. They sat or stood, and they were all silent. Occasionally, they would look at the man under the street lights. The eyes clearly revealed a few vigilance. This place in Yuelai Square was a little weird.

The man under the street light was nothing but Mo Haoran, the chairman of Haoran Group. He had a few drinks with Liao Xuefeng and had a chat. Tonight, he also came to the street light as planned and wanted to meet the mysterious old man.

However, Mo Haoran was still unsure. After all, the mysterious letter did not say a certain time to meet. Moreover, Liao Xuefeng sent someone to follow him these days, but he did not find any suspicious people. Mo Haoran had no idea whether he could see that mysterious old man tonight.

Time passed by minute by minute, and while Mo Haoran was waiting anxiously, two hours had passed. A newspaper booth next to the road was about to close. During this period, Liao Xuefeng also called Mo Haoran to come back. Two hours passed, and the mysterious old man must have not come out to see him.

However, Mo Haoran is a little busy now. It is impossible to wait under this street light every day as before. So Mo Haoran is still patient and waits for two hours.

At this time, the crowds in the square were obviously much less. The moon was just moving a long trajectory quietly. Mo Haoran sighed slightly, and then he was about to give up and leave.

I didn't come out for two hours and I guess the old man wouldn't come out either. Just as Mo Haoran turned around and was about to leave, a child wearing a beggar's uniform rushed over. He ran straight towards Mo Haoran and stood in front of Mo Haoran.

He took a breath, and then he said hurriedly: "Hey, someone wants me to give it to you."

As he said, the child raised his dirty little hand. In the little hand, he was holding a letter. Mo Haoran's eyebrows trembled slightly, and then he took the letter. After opening the letter, Mo Haoran just glanced roughly. Then, his face became unstable.

I saw that in the letter, a very ordinary piece of paper was written with a short sentence: "Let Liao Xuefeng's dog legs be removed."

Not far away, Liao Xuefeng's subordinates were sent to protect Mo Haoran. Although Mo Haoran was very good, a few more people were more powerful. Withdrawing these forces to protect himself made Mo Haoran feel that this was a trap for a moment. However, Mo Haoran hesitated for a while and finally did not want to give up this opportunity.

After glanced around slightly, Mo Haoran felt that even if he could not win, he could still escape. He immediately took out his cell phone, dialed Liao Xuefeng's phone number, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Liao, let your people withdraw."

"Haoran, what?" Liao Xuefeng's tone seemed a little panicked and anxious at this moment, and he said hurriedly.

"It's okay, take it away, listen to me." Mo Haoran sighed without explaining it.

It is rare that this old man has appeared at this moment. Mo Haoran doesn't want to give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Mo Haoran has already made up his mind to give it a try.

"Okay." Liao Xuefeng heard the toughness in Mo Haoran's words and immediately answered helplessly.

Mo Haoran and Liao Xuefeng have a close relationship, but their relationship is very complicated. As the underground leader of Jiangcheng, Liao Xuefeng is somewhat afraid of Mo Haoran.

Mo Haoran smiled faintly and hung up the phone. After a while, Liao Xuefeng's subordinates quickly removed. Suddenly, Mo Haoran stood alone under the street light, looking a little lonely and desolate.

Mo Haoran was not as nervous and anxious as before at this moment. Since the old man had already appeared, then he could meet this person tonight. Mo Haoran simply sat on the tiles of the flower bed under the street light, lit a cigarette, and started smoking quietly.

The smoke was shrouding in the handsome face of Mo Haoran. Mars flashed, and under the bright street lights, it seemed a little inconspicuous.

Time passed minute by minute, and another half an hour passed in a blink of an eye. Mo Haoran had already smoked three cigarettes in a row. At this moment, he was looking up at the distance.

At this time, the newspaper booth next to the street light finally closed. An old man with gray hair walked out of the newspaper booth. He looked at Mo Haoran in the direction of Mo Haoran, and then couldn't help but cough gently. Finally, he walked forward slowly. Looking at the direction of his progress, he actually pointed directly at Mo Haoran sitting on the tiles of the flower bed.

The moonlight pulled the old man's figure to Lao Chang. Such a hunched old man was inconspicuous when walking on Yuelai Square. However, Mo Haoran, who was sitting on the tiles, suddenly turned his head and looked at the old man walking from the newspaper booth, and a light shot out from his eyes.

"Mr. Mo, you are here." The old man walked to Mo Haoran and spoke respectfully.

Mo Haoran stood up and looked at the hunched old man in front of him. He immediately smiled reluctantly and replied, "Old man, your surname? Are you going to see me?"

"I don't want to see you because I want to avenge Han Fei." After the old man said this, his hunched body suddenly straightened. His whole body released a majestic momentum. It was completely different from the decadent and aging look just now.

"Oh, do you know who Han Fei's enemy is?" Mo Haoran asked at this moment.

Although Mo Haoran was a little surprised and curious about the old man who appeared, Mo Haoran returned to his calmness in an instant. With Mo Haoran's eyes, it can be seen that this old man is not a martial arts master, and he can even feel a sense of resentment from him. However, he did not have any malice towards Mo Haoran.

So, Mo Haoran felt that there should be a show tonight. Therefore, he was very respectful to this old man. At this moment, Mo Haoran asked the key point of the matter in an understatement.

The old man didn't say anything, but walked to Mo Haoran and sat on the tiles of the flower bed. Looking ahead, he spoke slowly and said, "Mr. Mo, sit down."

Mo Haoran was stunned at this moment, and then sat next to the old man.

"I'm really embarrassed to let Mr. Mo wait for so long. Mr. Mo is a big man and must be very busy. Did you see that newspapers and magazines? I just made some money to sell newspapers and magazines to support me. So, it was only when the newspapers and magazines were closed that I came to see Mr. Mo." The old man sat next to Mo Haoran and explained to himself.

"Well, it's okay. It's cool in the summer. Sitting here and looking at the night is pretty good." Mo Haoran smiled faintly and said softly.

"Talk about it, Mr. Mo. It is said that you are very interested in Han Fei's affairs?" The old man changed his mind and asked.

"Well, to be precise, I should be very interested in something about Han Fei." Mo Haoran said leisurely at this moment.

Then, Mo Haoran took out his pack of Zhonghua cigarettes, took out two, handed them to the old man one. Then, he lit one himself, put it in his mouth, and whispered: "Smoke a cigarette."

The old man took Mo Haoran's cigarette naturally, then came to Mo Haoran's side, and said, "Borrow a fire."

Mo Haoran did not hesitate much, took out the lighter, and naturally lit the old man's cigarette. Then, he put away the lighter. Looking ahead, he took a sip of the cigarette, and suddenly asked softly: "Why did you choose me?"

"I want to avenge Han Fei, and I must use your power. Only you can avenge Han Fei." The old man said slowly without changing his expression.

"Didn't the people from the Sun Group come here to investigate? Can't they avenge Han Fei?" Mo Haoran suddenly sneered and asked.

"The Sun Group is a giant and is not familiar with them. Besides, at that time, I can't be sure if something really happened." The old man sighed blankly at this moment, and then said to himself: "It's you, Mo Haoran, I have heard a lot of news about you."

Mo Haoran smiled slightly, and it seemed that he had been deified in the hearts of the people of Jiangcheng. He shrugged without objection to the old man's words. Finally, he spoke slowly, "It seems that there is something to make sense."

"When I saw you today, Mr. Mo did not disappoint me. He is brave and conspiring. It seems that Han Fei has hope of revenge." The old man looked at Mo Haoran with admiration at this moment, his lips twitched slightly, took a sip of a cigarette, and said with some fanatical words.

"But, I don't want to avenge Han Fei." Mo Haoran vomited a mouthful of smoke at this moment, and then said to himself: "I am eager to find Han Fei, just investigating something. If Han Fei had no important clues about the matter I was investigating, then I would not just involve other people's grudges."

After a pause, Mo Haoran suddenly extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand. His index finger flicked slightly, and suddenly, the cigarette butt drew a beautiful arc in the air and disappeared into the distant night sky. Mo Haoran turned his head, looked at the old man beside him, and spoke solemnly: "I am just a businessman. Just like you, you are just a family."

After hearing Mo Haoran's words, the old man was stunned. The expression on his face was stalemate for a while. Then, the old man smiled slightly, stared at Mo Haoran, and said softly: "Mr. Mo, you will be interested in Han Fei's death. I don't know what you are investigating, but I believe that the matter you are investigating must have something to do with Han Fei's death."
Chapter completed!