The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

At 7:30 in the evening, dark clouds were gathering outside the rental window, and dusk had come earlier than usual. Huang Mao hummed a tuneless little song and carefully stuffed the beef jerky that Jin Mu loved to eat into his backpack. When he opened the door, the hot and humid air with the stuffiness of the coming rainstorm hit him in the face.

Just as I reached the intersection, a pale flash of lightning suddenly split the sky, illuminating the entire street in an instant, followed by thunderous explosions, which made people tremble with fear.

The rain was pouring down, with big raindrops hitting from the side. Huang Mao desperately held the umbrella, but it was no match for the raging rain, and he was soaked like a drowned chicken in a blink of an eye.

At this moment, several black cars roared over and surrounded him in the middle. The car doors were pushed open, and a group of strong men holding electric batons and machetes came out one after another, each with a ferocious face.

The yellow-haired man froze in his place. The sturdy man leading the group was the second hall master's top fighter, a well-known ruthless character in the martial arts world, with blood on his hands. It was unknown how many people had died in his hands.

Cold sweat mixed with rain slid down his back, and there was only one thought in Huangmao's mind: the secret of working for Chen Yifan was exposed!

He turned and ran away, and immediately there was a roar behind him: "Don't let this traitor get away! Chase him!"

In the rain, Huangmao threw away the umbrella and backpack that were in the way, and ran wildly on the muddy road, one foot deep and one foot shallow. The sundries were knocked to pieces, and the dense raindrops made it impossible for him to open his eyes. His head was buzzing, and the scenery in front of him was bright and dark.

The footsteps and shouts behind me were getting closer and closer. The headlights of the black car penetrated the rain and fog, staring at its prey like the eyes of a devil.

"what!"

Huangmao slipped and fell heavily to the ground, his chin hurting. He didn't care about anything else and crawled into the alley.

However, the thugs who were relentless in pursuit abandoned their cars and came after him. The two groups quickly joined forces, completely blocking his retreat. Suddenly, a flying knife flew through the air and pierced his calf accurately, causing blood mixed with rainwater to gush out.

The severe pain made him fall down again, and then the electric baton hit him hard on the head. The electric current ran through his body, and a dazzling white light exploded in front of his eyes.

The yellow-haired man struggled to stand up and resist, but was kicked in the abdomen by the leading strong man, and his whole body hit the wall heavily. Before he could recover, several electric batons were poked into his body at the same time, and his skin was instantly electrified and turned red and smoked. A cold light flashed, and the machete chopped on his back, and blood immediately stained his clothes red.

He collapsed to the ground, looking desperately at the dark clouds rolling above his head. Raindrops washed the wound, and the blood gathered into a dark red stream on the ground.

The man in black had no intention of stopping, and the machete fell one after another, and each blow was accompanied by the dull sound of broken bones and painful whimpers. When the last stick broke the ribs, a fishy and sweet taste surged in Huangmao's throat, and he opened his mouth, but only a faint sound came out.

His consciousness gradually faded in the severe pain, and the yellow-haired man's eyes slowly closed. In the rain, his body gradually became motionless, and only blood mixed with rain flowed into the depths of darkness.

……

"Brother, brother... wake up!"

A familiar calling voice sounded in his ears, and Huangmao suddenly sat up from the bed, stunned by the scene before him.

What is this place? How did I get here?

I clearly remember being beaten to death in an alley, so how could he appear in such a luxurious room?

"Brother, are you finally awake?"

Jin Mu's voice came again. Huang Mao turned his head and saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes full of concern. Seeing that Huang Mao's forehead was covered with cold sweat, Jin Mu immediately took out a handkerchief and gently wiped it, saying softly:

"Brother, how do you feel? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

Huang Mao was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses, grabbed his arm and screamed: "Jin Mu? I... Is this true? I am not dreaming!"

Jin Mu smiled and shook his head: "Of course it's not a dream! Brother, you are safe now!"

"Safe?" Huang Mao murmured again, his face full of confusion, "What's going on?"

Time goes back to eight o'clock last night.

Jin Mu set out from the sea as agreed, intending to inform the yellow-haired monster that the matter had been resolved and there was no need to worry about it. But when he arrived at the agreed place, he waited for a long time but did not see the yellow-haired monster.

Huang Mao was always punctual, and would arrive early even in pouring rain. Jin Mu felt uneasy and began to look around, eventually finding Huang Mao's body deep in the alley. The Second Hall Master's men were ruthless, not only beating Huang Mao to death, but also cruelly chopping off his limbs, leaving his hands and feet scattered everywhere.

Jin Mu did not dare to delay and rushed back to Haishang Mingyue with Huangmao's body. With his cultivation, he could not revive Huangmao, but that did not mean that the Second Demon Lord could not.

Regardless of the rules, Jin Mu found Ji Wushan and knelt down to beg him. His tears softened her heart and she finally agreed to rescue him. Huang Mao came back to life.

Huang Mao was sitting on the bed, confused, especially about the term "wife master". After Jin Mu patiently explained, Huang Mao slammed the edge of the bed and said angrily:

"That's too much! What does your shitty second brother think of you? Why does he have to express his gratitude in this way? I think he is just jealous of you and is looking for an excuse to get you away! Why doesn't he just marry him himself!"

Seeing that Huang Mao was getting more and more excited, Jin Mu tried to dissuade him: "Brother, calm down. I know you are speaking up for me, but you have misunderstood my second brother. Our clan has just suffered a great disaster, and our status in the demon world is not high to begin with, and now it is even worse.

If I stayed in the clan, I would just be a powerless young man. But it was different with my wife. She was the second demon king, with a very high status. I was already marrying up to her if I could stay with her.

No one knew me before, but now everyone knows that the Second Demon Lord is behind me, and even the kings of the tribes treat me with courtesy. All this is the honor my wife has given me, and my second brother has made the best plan for me. "

Huang Mao was still a little unwilling: "It sounds like a good treatment, but are you willing to be a follower for the rest of your life? I am such a loser, I want to be a deputy hall master!"

Jin Mu smiled softly: "Serving my wife well is my career. All tribes in the demon world want to be favored by the top leaders and gain the upper hand, but very few can actually do it.

I am a lucky man. I can easily get the latest news by following my wife and tell my second brother how to serve. In this way, the Gu clan's contribution to the demon world will become greater and greater, and its status will also be improved. Isn't this the best choice?"

Huang Mao suddenly realized, nodded and asked: "That's right. Your wife is here to pick you up, are you going back?"

Jin Mu nodded: "The treasure has been recovered, the monster has been brought to justice, it's time to return."

Huang Mao's face changed when he heard this, and he looked a little hesitant: "That... I... Tsk... it's just..."

"Haha, brother, don't worry about it, just say it."

"That's right, I want to...I want to, okay, let's go for it! I want to go with you!"

"Uh..." Jin Mu was stunned. "Brother, the demon world is very different from the human world. Here we advocate peace and civilization, but in the demon world, the strong are respected and it is full of fighting and killing. I'm afraid you can't adapt to it."

Huang Mao quickly said: "I'm not afraid! I'm also doing fighting and killing here, I can definitely adapt! Besides, I was beaten like this by the Second Hall Master's people. If I show up intact, I might be caught as a monster and studied, which would be even worse!"

Seeing his firm attitude, Jin Mu had no choice but to agree to consult the Second Demon Lord first. Fortunately, Ji Wushan had no objection to this, and Huang Mao's matter was solved smoothly.

However, Mingxi started crying.

Jin Mu's personality is as gentle as jade, and he is very similar to his uncle Su Wenyan. This makes Ming Xi feel as if the person he loves is right beside him, so he is reluctant to let Jin Mu leave.

Jin Mu held Ming Xi's hand and comforted her softly, "Don't cry, I know you can't bear to leave me. Don't worry, I will try my best to find time to come back to see you, and I will miss you too."

Ming Xi nodded, but her tears flowed even more fiercely: "Don't worry, go ahead. I won't be lazy anymore! I will work hard on painting after you leave. When you come next time, you will definitely see my progress!"

"Well, you're so good." Jin Mu wiped away his tears gently, then walked up to Su Xiang, who had a gloomy face, bowed respectfully, and handed him a small notebook:

"Great Demon Lord, this is the account of the Second Hall Master's corruption of the Sky Eye Society that I sorted out overnight. It records the evidence of his money and treasures hidden over the years. I would like to trouble you to pass it on to me."

Su Xiang turned a deaf ear to him and just stared at him intently, his eyes looking as if he wanted to eat him up. Jin Mu had no choice but to put the notebook on the table next to him, and said goodbye to Ming Xi again before leaving.

After Ji Wushan and his group left, Su Xiang immediately grabbed Ming Xi's collar with a dark face and dragged her to the bedroom. The door was slammed shut, and soon a blushing voice begging for mercy could be heard from inside the room...