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    "Why do you ask that?" Yang Mo frowned and asked, "Did you not accidentally poison yourself, but were poisoned by someone else?"

    When Yang Mo asked him this question, Old Man Zhouzhu couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "If someone hadn't deliberately poisoned me, how could I have fallen victim to this evil trick?"

    Yang Mo didn¡¯t want to get involved in such grievances. After all, he was just a doctor. He only took money to treat illnesses and was not responsible for resolving disasters.  However, out of concern for the so-called Celestial Silkworm, I still asked: "How is such a vicious poison cultivated?"

    "It's made with blood." Old man Zhou Zhu sighed and said slowly: "To cultivate a Celestial Silkworm, you need at least the blood of tens of thousands of people, and all of them have to be negative blood, and then add the venom of countless poisonous insects to refine it.  To prepare such a poison. The Tantai family worked really hard to take my life!"

    "That's true."

    Yang Mo nodded when he heard this.  According to his knowledge about poisons, for a poison that reaches this level, the number of poisonous insects and poisonous insects that die under its hands must be at least tens of thousands, otherwise it would not be so ferocious.  Of course, the amber spider does not belong to this category. It seems to be born to evolve on its own.  Unlike other poisons that grow in battle, it is somewhat similar to humans in that it grows on its own.

    At this time, old man Zhou Zhu asked Yang Mo again: "Little brother, you haven't told me whether I can form antibodies?"

    "No." When Yang Mo heard this, he smiled slightly and gave him a cruel answer: "Next time you are poisoned by this poison, it will only make you die faster."

    "This" Old man Zhou Zhu was a little panicked subconsciously. He was originally quite courageous, but once he was gone, he cherished life even more: "What's the truth? Doesn't it say that everyone will form antibodies?"

    "You have been poisoned, not a cold. The toxins in your body are not even completely clear, but they are just too small to harm your life." Yang Mo answered simply: "So, you must do something safe in the future.  Be prepared, otherwiseeven if I come, I may not be able to save your life again."

    "Huh?" When old man Zhou Zhu heard this, even though he was used to seeing big scenes, he was still a little panicked.

    At this time, Pei Donglai next to him said coldly but firmly: "Master, how about we strike first?"

    Hearing what Pei Donglai said, Yang Mo knew that it was not appropriate for him to participate, so he resigned and said, "Mr. Zhou, I'll leave first. You ask Pei Donglai to prepare the handover of money and equity, and I'll come and get it tomorrow morning."

    "Okay, okay." Zhou Zhu nodded and replied.

    "Goodbye." Yang Mo waved his hand, hung the swollen amber spider like a ball on his belt, and walked out quickly. As soon as he went out, he found Yang Weiguo guarding the door. When he saw Yang  Mo came out and hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Xiao Mo, are Mr. Zhou okay?"

    "fine."

    "Thank you so much for this time. We are discussing with Mr. Zhou to develop a large port with a capacity of 10 million tons. Once something happens to Mr. Zhou, this big plan will be shelved"

    Before Yang Weiguo finished speaking, Yang Mo stretched out his hand to stop him, and said somewhat rudely: "Whether I save people or not actually has nothing to do with you. The reason why I saved him is because he paid me a lot of money."  , it has nothing to do with whether you cooperate with him or not. But in the future, I still hope that you will not use the relationship between father and son to pressure me. Although you have not taken the initiative to bully me in the past eighteen years, you have never taken the initiative to interfere.  Passed. Okay, that¡¯s all.¡±

    After saying that, Yang Mo strode out.

    Yang Mo felt a little lonely when he saw Yang Mo walking away like this, but there was nothing he could do about it. Years of hatred could not be disintegrated overnight. Yang Mo was able to help him like this because he was thinking of his father and son.

    Although Yang Mo had a tough mouth, he said that he was not here for Yang Weiguo.  But if it were anyone else, he would probably have hung up the phone when he called him to mention that matter, and there would be no way for him to continue talking.

    Walking out of the corridor and into the hall, the doctors had already dispersed, leaving only the pair of arrogant pants still sitting there.

    Zhou Chengwen, Zhou Qiangrong and his son were sitting here waiting for Yang Mo. When Yang Mo came out, Zhou Qiangrong said viciously: "You bastard, kneel down."

    Hearing this, Yang Mo turned his head and looked up and down at Zhou Qiangrong, whose mouth was still full of blood after being slapped by Pei Donglai, and said disdainfully: "What? The scar has healed and you have forgotten the pain, and you want to compete with me again??"

    "Competing with you? Who do you think you are? My uncle has been saved by you, do you think you have any value? If you have offended the young master, kneel down and kowtow to me." Zhou Qiangrong said arrogantly,  It seemed that Yang Mo was determined.

    Yang Mo?He spoke so arrogantly that I couldn't help but sneer, tilted my head and said with disdain: "So, you mean to kill the donkey?"

    "Hmph, it's good to know." Zhou Chengwen on the side also had an arrogant face, pointed at Yang Mo, and said condescendingly: "Now you kneel down obediently and kowtow twenty times, maybe I can consider letting you go."

    "But." Yang Mo smiled faintly and said, "I'm not going to let you go."

    Um?  What's the meaning?

    While the father and son were wondering, Yang Mo had already taken action very quickly By the time they reacted, Yang Mo's lightning-like figure had already appeared beside them.  They were about to resist, but Yang Mo's hands had already tightly clasped their necks!

    "Fuck me!"

    Yang Mo used his hands hard and threw the two of them into the center of the hall like rabbits. Then he walked over, stepped on Zhou Chengwen's face, and said coldly: "Do you think I should let you go?"

    "Let your mother go!" Zhou Chengwen roared and slammed his palms on the marble slab, causing him to get up suddenly with the strength.

    The moment Yang Mo's legs were shaken open by him, he discovered that he was also a practicing practitioner who practiced the inner martial arts.  He immediately took half a step back, fully prepared, but did not activate his internal energy, because his internal energy was highly poisonous. Once activated, this guy would definitely die.  Although Zhou Chengwen was a little hateful, a little arrogant, and a little brainless, in the end he was still guilty of a crime that would not lead to death, so Yang Mo deliberately restrained himself.

    Yang Mo deliberately restrained himself, but Zhou Chengwen didn't know it. He used his inner strength to exert 200% of his strength, and struck Yang Mo with a fierce fist like a cannon being ejected from the chamber.  Yang Mo took two steps back, just when he should dodge or muster his inner strength to resist.

    A black shadow suddenly flew over the head, and the howling wind just passed Bang!

    Yang Mo then saw an extremely tricky kick that hit Zhou Chengwen's chest very quickly. Zhou Chengwen, who was full of energy, received this kick, and his whole body instantly felt like a football being volleyed out of the air.  He flew backwards violently Bang!

    After Zhou Chengwen landed on his butt, he couldn't stop sliding for three or four meters, and he couldn't stop until he hit the threshold.  But as soon as his body stopped, his chest began to twitch, and then wow!  Spit out a mouthful of blood.

    ¡°Obviously, this heartbreaking kick caused him great internal injuries.  He simply couldn't breathe anymore, and with every breath, some blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

    Seeing that his father was injured like this, Zhou Qiangrong ran over quickly, supported Zhou Chengwen who was vomiting blood, and howled in panic: "Dad, dad, dad, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

    How could Zhou Chengwen still have the strength to answer? He was bleeding even while breathing, but he couldn't even bleed when he spoke?

    Seeing that his father did not respond, Zhou Qiangrong immediately transferred his anger and vented it on the instigator. He glared at Pei Donglai angrily and said viciously: "Pei Donglai, remember you bitch. Sooner or later, I will cut you, an outsider, into pieces."  !¡±

    "What did you say?" Pei Donglai sneered and stepped forward to ask.

    When Zhou Qiangrong saw Pei Donglai walking towards him with a sneer on his face, he quickly shut his mouth and did not dare to make any more noise.  He was afraid in his heart that Pei Donglai really didn't care about the identity of any descendant of the Zhou family and would kill him alive.

    After Zhou Qiangrong stopped talking, Pei Dong turned around and apologized to Yang Mo with an apologetic expression: "I'm sorry, little miracle doctor, for scaring you."

    "It's okay." Yang Mo shrugged and said, "I'm used to it."

    Yang Mo said he was used to it, but Pei Donglai couldn't just let it go. He turned to Zhou Qiangrong and shouted, "Why don't you come over and apologize?"

    Zhou Qiangrong hesitated for a moment, and Pei Donglai shouted again: "Do you want to be like your dad?"

    Upon hearing this, Zhou Qiangrong glanced at the bleeding Zhou Chengwen subconsciously, and made a decision in less than a second. He walked over quickly, lowered his head as soon as he came over, and whispered reluctantly.  Said: "I'm sorry."

    "Who are you talking to in such a low voice?" Pei Donglai kicked him unceremoniously.

    Yang Mo couldn't help but chuckle when he saw Pei Donglai's bad temper, because he often did this too.

    After being kicked by Pei Donglai, Zhou Qiangrong actually became better behaved and said louder: "I'm sorry!"

    "I will reluctantly forgive you this time. If you do it again next time, you won't get through so easily. If your father is not dead, you should also remind him." Yang Mo gave a lesson with a straight face, and then said to Pei Donglai:  "Then I'll leave first and come back to you tomorrow."

    "Okay, little miracle doctor, go slowly." Pei Donglai immediately said goodbye respectfully.

    Coming out of the Zhou Family Manor, Yang MoHe got in the car and quickly returned home. He was completely tired today and had no intention of meditating anymore, so he just fell asleep.

    Yang Mo fell down to sleep. In the Zhou family's manor, Pei Donglai and Zhou Zhu were discussing quietly.

    "Has the news been released?" Old man Zhou Zhu replied quietly.

    "If you are released, just say that Secretary Yang's son saved you." Pei Donglai answered cautiously.

    "Okay." Zhou Zhu nodded, and then asked: "Are you sure that kid doesn't know how to do it?"

    "Confirmed." Pei Donglai nodded firmly and said, "When Zhou Chengwen attacked him just now, except for his agility, he showed no signs of knowing any internal martial arts."

    "That's good, that's good." Zhou Zhu nodded.  Then he said: "If he comes over tomorrow, give him half of the cash in the basement, and give him the original shares of Alibaba. Anyway, I am not optimistic about that online business company."

    "yes!"

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