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"It was indeed Xin Jiao who betrayed us. We have found evidence." The spy showed the evidence to Mo Heng. It was clearly written in black and white that Xin Jiao was colluding with those foreigners.

Some things that shouldn't be there were indeed found in Xinjiao's residence.

It seems that Xin Jiao was not captured by Braun's people. It is very likely that he hid himself, or was hidden by Braun.

"Has the person not been found yet?" Mo Heng destroyed the letter and looked at the spy dressed as a groom in front of him with sharp eyes.

The groom couldn't help but tremble, frightened by the murderous intent in Mo Heng. He lowered his head and dared not look directly at Mo Heng.

"The building is completely deserted, and we've only found a few clues. Xin Jiao has been paying more attention to the ferry recently than usual. He's probably planning to take it out to sea and leave here. Of course, we've already arranged for personnel to clear all the roads leading out of the concession. As long as Xin Jiao hasn't left, he's bound to be able to escape."

"Arrange more people at the port. Didn't a new batch of guns arrive recently? Replace them for everyone. Xinjiao can't be left behind."

"Yes." The groom also knew that Xin Jiao had been with Mo for a long time and knew a lot about Mo Heng.

The longer Xin Jiao hides, the more likely he is to reveal the secrets of Mr. Mo Sanye in order to survive. They need to speed up.

After the groom left, Mo Heng was not idle. He changed into formal clothes for going out, put on his custom-made cashmere coat, and fiddled with his hair. It was a rare occasion for him to go out in the middle of the night.

"Master Mo San is here." Brown was holding a party in his villa when he received the notification from his servant.

He was a little drunk, but when he heard Mr. Mo's name, a glimmer of clarity crossed his eyes. "Yes, please go to the private room and wait on me. I'll be there in a moment."

"Yes."

After the servants left, Braun used the excuse of being drunk to try to leave.

"Master Mo, you are a rare guest. Come, give Master Mo some more wine."

On the surface, Mo Heng, a dandy young man, would never have anything to do with the boss of the Western Chamber of Commerce, but in reality, Brown was very warm and familiar with Mo Heng.

"No need, Mr. Brown, you should know the purpose of my coming here." Mo Heng had the same smile on his face as usual, looking very harmless.

Braun didn't seem embarrassed by being rejected. Instead, he opened the cabinet in the living room, which contained his collection of cigars. He took out a box and handed it to Mo Heng. "Drinking is really bad for your health. I just drank two bottles of wine and I'm still dizzy. Come on, have a cigar. I hope the Third Master won't refuse this, right?"

There was shrewdness in Brown's cloudy eyes. Mo Heng did not refuse again. Refusing once would have shown that he came with bad intentions. Refusing a second time would have been a tacit agreement between both parties, meaning that this meeting would not lead to any conclusion.

Brown's men lit a cigar for Mo Heng, and a little gray smoke floated in the air, finally easing the atmosphere between the two.

"Mr. Brown, I haven't seen you for a long time. You are good at Chinese." Mo Heng didn't smoke the cigar, but just held it between his fingers and watched the ash fall off.

"I've been in contact with a lot of Chinese people recently. I find translation troublesome, so I just learned it myself." Brown raised his glass to Mo Heng and then took a sip.

Mo Heng naturally knew that Braun had been in contact with some Chinese industries during this period. Oh, and he also reached out to him. It turned out that he was slacking off.

"As I said before, Mr. Braun should know why I'm here."

Braun's territory is full of things worth a fortune.

Just like the Persian carpet that Mo Heng was standing on right now, it was estimated that some small families couldn't afford to buy one even if they spent all their money.

Mo Heng shook off his cigar twice, and the ash scattered on the carpet. The bright colors were suddenly covered with a small piece of dust, which was really an eyesore.

Braun saw everything Mo Heng was doing, and a flicker of dissatisfaction flashed across his eyes. However, he managed to calm himself down and not upset Mo Heng.

"Brown doesn't quite understand what Mr. Mo Sanye means."

Of course he couldn't admit it. Any one of the things he had done was enough to put him in opposition to Mr. Mo Sanye, who had a large army under his command. The current situation was already unfavorable to him.

This person must never be offended openly.

Mo Heng had already anticipated that Brown would deny it, and he didn't come here to ask for an explanation.

You all hold high positions and have been dealing with each other for at least five years. Aren’t you familiar with each other?

Mo Heng's purpose of coming here is very simple. He wants Xin Jiao to die with the secret, and it will count no matter who kills him.

"My visit probably disturbed Mr. Brown's mood." Mo Heng suddenly said as he listened to the laughter and music outside the house.

Braun put down his glass and said, "How could that be? Mr. Mo is a distinguished guest here at Braun. I can't even greet him."

"If this wasn't urgent, I wouldn't have chosen to come today. Just look, a guy who served me suddenly disappeared, and I can't contact him. He's been with me for seven or eight years. Although we're not blood brothers, we're better than brothers. How can I not be worried when a brother loses contact?"

Mo Heng shook off the cigarette ash twice again. This time, the ash happened to fall into Braun's wine glass, and a layer of ash instantly floated on the red wine.

"Mr. Brown has been in China for five or six years now. He's a well-known figure in the concession. He's no match for an ordinary playboy like Mo. I think with Mr. Brown's connections, we can find him quickly."

Knowing who Mo Heng was talking about, and looking for him, Braun's expression finally grew serious. It seemed that Mo Heng had finally discovered what the Chinese man named Xin Jiao had done for him.

"It seems Mr. Braun is happy to help, that's great."

Mo Heng pressed the cigar on the Braun's gold-threaded sandalwood coffee table and didn't let go until the cigar was out.

"I want to see him alive." Mo Heng looked up at Brown, "I want to see his body if he's dead."

A pair of eyes are dark and bottomless.

For some reason, Braun felt relieved. It seemed Third Master Mo didn't want to make things too awkward with him.

If you want to see the body of a dead person, there are many things that can be fabricated.

He also hoped that Xin Jiao would shut up.

Bo Lang and Mo Heng hit it off immediately: "Third Master has found the right person for this matter. Don't worry, Third Master Mo will find this person within a week."

But it’s hard to say whether he is dead or alive, or half dead.

"In that case, then I, Mo, will be relieved." Mo Heng said, standing up as if preparing to leave.

However, before he even reached the door, he suddenly turned around and looked at Braun: "If you can't even find Mr. Braun, it would be better for you to change the people in the Braun Chamber of Commerce."

"Mo doesn't recommend doing my best."

Although Braun is not a native Chinese, he is well versed in Chinese speaking etiquette.

Mo Heng's words sounded polite, but in reality, they were not polite at all.

What's more, the murderous intent in Mo Heng's eyes was not concealed. If Brown still couldn't understand, then he would have wasted all these years in this concession.

Mo Heng wanted him to give him an explanation no matter what.

Either hand it over or find Xin Jiao, or pay the price of a chamber of commerce.

This chamber of commerce represents all of Braun's hard work over the past few years in China, so it is naturally impossible for him to hand it over.

If Brown wanted to resist, he would have to ask the soldiers under Mo Heng whether they agreed.

So, Xinjiao, you have to have it.

It would be best if I could find it before Mo Heng.

Shut him up completely.