Reborn Villain's Creed

Mo Wan looked at them disdainfully. "Don't risk your life on this for just a few thousand a month."

The servants were frightened by her eyes and hesitated to come forward.

At this time, the people in the house heard the noise outside and came out to check.

At home in Battambang, there was only him and his mother.

When Battambang saw her, he felt a little terrified and said fiercely, "What do you want to do? If you take another step forward, I will make sure your family can no longer stay in Funan!"

Mo Wan didn't stop and said in a friendly manner, "I'm going to burn this place down. If you want to live, run away."

Battambang's mother, not knowing what was going on, stepped forward and said gently, "Girl, let's talk it over. Don't be impulsive. Did my son do something to offend you?"

Mo Wan didn't look at her, nor did he answer her.

She walked across the flagstones of the garden, stepped onto the balcony with wooden floors, and stared straight at Battambang.

Battambang's mother wanted to say something else.

Battambang saw danger in her calm, determined, and hunting eyes, so he picked up the baseball bat beside him and took action directly.

Mo Wan dodged his attack by turning sideways. When he hit her again, he stretched out his leg and kicked the calf-high flowerpot next to him away.

The flowerpot slid two meters and hit Battambang's leg, knocking him down.

The whole process took only a few seconds. Not only was it fast and efficient, but the two barrels of gasoline in her hands were also steady.

Mo Wan knocked the man down, walked over Battambang's mother who was screaming in fear, stepped over Battambang who was wailing, entered the hall, and put the gasoline on the table.

She didn't say anything more, tore off the plastic bag, unscrewed the lid of the gasoline barrel, and poured gasoline all over the room.

When Battambang's mother saw her son being beaten, she was terrified and wanted to pull him away quickly out of heartache.

But at this time, Battambang was beaten again. How could he swallow this humiliation?

He was unwilling to run away, and there was no way he would allow this madman to burn down his house.

Battambang shook off his mother, rushed back to the room, and took out his father's spare gun.

Battambang returned to the first floor with a gun and aimed at the girl who spilled gasoline on his TV.

Mo Wan keenly heard the sound of a bullet being loaded, turned around and saw Battambang holding a gun, licked his pointed fangs and smiled.

Seeing her strange smile, Ma Dewang fired two shots in succession.

Two gunshots rang out, scaring the people outside and making them scream.

Fortunately, both shots missed the target.

When Ma Dewang saw that the other party was not dead, he looked for someone everywhere out of disbelief, and was then pushed out by a huge force.

The force was so strong that it seemed to pierce his chest.

Battambang fell more than ten meters away, knocking over tables and chairs, and finally stopped after hitting the corner of the wall.

Mo Wan picked up the fallen pistol and, stepping across the gasoline-soaked floor, walked over to Battambang, who was bleeding from the fall. "The Makarov 9mm pistol was adopted by the Soviet Army in 1951, also known as the officer's pistol. However, it was withdrawn from service in the early 21st century."

Mo Wan looked at him from behind the curtain, and as he spoke, he disassembled the magazine, chamber, barrel and other parts one by one.

Her movements were graceful, her fingers slender, as if she were dismantling an extremely expensive work of art.

Battambang felt his broken ribs digging into his lungs, and every breath was accompanied by severe pain.

He looked at the girl in front of him in horror, his mouth open, gritting his teeth as he said, "My father will never let you go!"

Mo Wan threw the last part away and raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

Battambang yelled at her, "Not only you, but your family will also go down with you. I mean what I say!"

Mo Wan said nonchalantly, "Then you have to tell him quickly."

Talk about showing off.

When leaving the villa, I took a stick of incense that was almost burned out in front of the God of Wealth.

Mo Wan looked at the innocent woman trembling outside the house. "Even if he did something really wrong, you would still help him fix it, right?"

Battambang's mother was about to make an excuse.

Mo Wan flicked his fingertips.

Half of the incense stick fell on the gasoline-spattered floor behind her.

In an instant, flames shot up into the sky in the room.

When Ma Dewang saw that she really set the fire, his face changed drastically.

He struggled to get up and broke the glass door of the side door.

At this time, Battambang's mother didn't care about the girl, her mind was full of her son's shouting.

The fire, which was doused with gasoline, spread quickly and fiercely, burning the entire villa in an instant.

Battambang's mother braved the fire that rushed out of the window and found her son who had fallen on the garbage and was burned.

She ignored the danger and rushed over crying to put out the fire. She carried and dragged her son and tried to run out.

Battambang was in so much pain that he almost fainted.

He waited for his mother to carry him out of the villa, and gradually regained consciousness. Seeing the police gathered outside, he pointed in one direction and said with difficulty: "She...she...!"

With two "clicks", the handcuffs were put on his hands that were stretched into the air.

Battambang's mother saw this and shouted anxiously, "You've got the wrong guy! The arsonist ran over there!"

The local police officer who handcuffed Battambang said, "Battambang, you are suspected of multiple murders. Please come with me back to the police station for investigation, including your mother and father. As for the person who burned your house, someone will be responsible for the investigation."

When Battambang and his mother were taken into the police car by the police.

The girl that Madam Wang had just pointed at.

She walked out of the crowd, took off her hat, and put it on the head of a little boy who ran to watch the excitement. Then she put her hands in her pockets, faced the sunset, and walked away freely and unrestrainedly.

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Not long after Mo Wan left.

Several people ran and chased, and when they got out of the alley, the one who took the shortcut kicked the fleeing person down and then pinned him down.

As they were about to kidnap the man, they noticed a group of police officers watching them.

Liang Chengjian looked at the dozen or so police officers and the blazing fire behind them. "Since when did the police become responsible for firefighting?"

Zhang Yanpo looked at the police and said, "Let's think about how to get out first."

Liang Chengjian estimated the distance. "If we run, it shouldn't be a problem."

While they were discussing how to run.

A woman in a white T-shirt, gray pants, and a high ponytail came over. "Please use your brains and don't let them get rusty."

Liang Chengjian said awkwardly, "The commander said this man cannot be handed over to the local police."

The woman asked back, "So we have to become wanted criminals?"

Zhang Yanpo saw the police coming over and said to the woman, "Bai Yu, is there any better way?"

Bai Yu raised his chin. "Watch carefully."

After she finished speaking, she walked towards the policemen confidently, greeted them familiarly, and took out her ID.

Liang Chengjian looked at Bai Yu, who was chatting and laughing with them, and asked worriedly, "Will her method work?"

Zhang Yanpo looked around cautiously. "Don't worry, she'll find a way to deal with those two policemen."

If literary skills don’t work, martial arts skills will do, as long as one of them works well.

When the police looked over Bai Yu and saw them, Liang Chengjian tried his best to put on a friendly smile.

About a minute or two.

Bai Yu came back and said to them, "Let's go."

Liang Chengjian, Zhang Yanpo and others immediately grabbed the man and followed without saying a word.

Wait until you get back to the car.

Liang Chengjian asked curiously, "What did you talk about with them? Why did they let us go so readily?"

Bai Yu glanced at him and threw the ID to him. "If you like it, I'll give it to you."

Liang Chengjian opened the ID and saw the words "plainclothes police ID" on it. He was completely speechless. "This thing is obviously fake, right?"

"Yeah, that's why we have to tell the truth." Bai Yu looked out the window at the commotion. "There are thousands of crimes here every day, and no one wants to meddle."

As long as no one is killed in front of them, the police will not give themselves extra work.

This is the current situation in Phnom Penh and even the entire Funan.