At the door, Chen Hao also paused, his heart also excited.
As long as the Liu family's people came, he would be saved!
At this moment, Lin Mo suddenly turned his head and looked, "Did I tell you to stop?"
Chen Hao's face changed and he hurriedly fanned out again.
However, his eyes were full of resentment, and he was now waiting for the Liu family head to arrive as well!
Liu Lin put down the phone, "I ...... my father is coming over!"
Lin Mo nodded in satisfaction, "Good, then let's continue."
"Liu Lin, I heard that in the past here in your place, there was a boy who was thrown down from the upper floor by you, is there this matter?"
Liu Lin immediately said, "Nonsense!"
"He lost his footing and fell down!"
Lin Mo laughed: "Really?"
"Liu Lin, you're insulting my intelligence!"
"You have this penthouse, where no ordinary person can come, and you still want to lose your footing and fall?"
"Who are you fooling?"
The corner of Liu Lin's mouth twitched and he said in a deep voice, "This matter, is it related to you?"
"I know that you know the South Street Tigers."
"But remember, I'm a member of the Liu family, and the South Street Tiger, here in our Liu family, is nothing!"
Lin Lin also glared at Lin Mo and said angrily, "Lin Mo, do you think you are an ancient warrior who can take care of all the injustice in the world?"
"If you don't have the ability to do so, don't meddle too much. Otherwise, be careful of your own little life!"
Lin Mo laughed and suddenly grabbed the whisky on the table and poured it all over Liu Lin's hand.
Liu Lin let out a miserable cry, this hand, just now Lin Mo cut two fingers, the wound was still painful.
When this strong liquor was poured on it, the feeling, it was simply killing him!
"Lunatic! Lunatic! You're a madman!"
"My father won't let you go! My dad will definitely not let you go!"
Liu Lin fell to the ground and hissed loudly.
Lin Mo sneered and suddenly got up and walked over to him, stepping on his injured hand.
"Listen carefully!"
"It's true that I'm no great warrior, I can't manage the affairs of the world!"
"But I can at least manage the matter at hand!"
Everyone in the room froze, a sentence that shook them to their core.
A good sentence, I can't manage the affairs of the world, but I can at least manage the affairs in front of me!
This sentence alone was enough to make people's blood boil!
Liu Lin took a deep breath and gritted his teeth as he looked at Lin Mo: "There is a price to pay for minding the matter at hand!"
Lin Mo disdainfully brushed his mouth, "That depends on whether your Liu family is strong enough!"
"Now, I'll give you a chance."
"If you want to see your father alive, write down all those bad things you've done."
"Of course, I'll get the others to write them along with me."
"If what you write, doesn't match what they write, huh, then I'm sorry."
"Either they die, or, you break your fingers, it's up to you!"
Lin Mo finished speaking and pulled out a pile of paper and a few pens from his body, throwing them in front of the crowd.
The crowd looked at the paper and pens and all had hesitant expressions, unwilling to take them.
Lin Mo walked straight up to one of the hans, "Write!"
The hanyou gritted his teeth and glared at him, "I don't know what to write!"
"My young master, my young master, has done nothing bad!"
Lin Mo sneered, took out a silver needle and stabbed him directly in the back.
This man's body twisted for a moment, as if all the tendons in his body had jerked up.
He fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth as he let out a harsh scream, "Save me, save me ......"
"Spare me ......"
This was a kind of torture used in ancient times, which could make one's whole body cramped and painful, and was simply unbearable for ordinary people.
Lin Mo pulled the silver needle off and the man immediately returned to normal.
He gasped long and looked at Lin Mo in fear, that short moment just now had given him a feeling that life was worse than death.
"To write, or not to write?"