The Lord of the Quick Transmigration is addicted to the paranoid dragon again today

Mu Bai is not afraid of anything except He Yu abandoning him. He is willing to accompany He Yu through all obstacles. Mu Bai asks for nothing, as long as He Yu is by his side. His world is small, with only He Yu. But He Yu is different. His world is not just about Mu Bai, but many other worlds.

A brilliant idea suddenly flashed through Mu Bai's mind. If he could bring He Yu back home and leave him alone, wouldn't that solve the problem? Then he shook his head helplessly. Forget it. What's the difference between this and the male protagonist in this world? He wouldn't be going back for a few days. What if he couldn't control himself? Wouldn't that be the end of him?

From the moment Mu Bai stepped into the car, a chilling aura emanated from him like a tidal wave, quickly permeating the entire interior, sending shivers down one's spine. Simultaneously, a strong sense of oppression followed, like an invisible mountain pressing down on everyone's chest.

Tate, keenly aware that something was amiss, had originally bared his teeth, expecting Mu Bai to praise him, but he immediately adjusted his sitting position and sat still. Everyone in the car was so frightened that even breathing became difficult, replaced by a suffocating atmosphere of solemnity and tension.

Tate guessed it was probably related to the demon. After all, he was the head of the family. He wanted to communicate properly, but this damn thing always refused. This was not their country. They couldn't take action openly, so they could only create some small obstacles in private.

But this time, for some reason, he didn't act like a coward anymore and took the initiative to meet the head of the family. The address was even at a famous high-end club. Although he was quite sincere, everyone knew that he was a notorious stingy person and definitely had bad intentions.

When they arrived at the club, Tate suggested going up to take a look first, but Mu Bai refused directly, "No need, just go directly. The owner of this club is not an ordinary person, he wouldn't dare to do anything."

After entering, a middle-aged man with ordinary appearance was drinking tea elegantly. When he saw Mu Bai walk in, he gave Mu Bai an ambiguous wink, "Beauty, you are here. We haven't seen each other for a long time. I see that your beauty is indeed well-deserved."

Mu Bai sat aside alone, "Don't you want your eyes anymore?" His voice was cold, without a trace of ups and downs.

He nodded playfully, "Yes, of course. I'll keep my eyes peeled for you."

Mu Bai looked at Mosha expressionlessly, without any hesitation, and said directly: "Tell me, what do you want from me?" His sharp eyes seemed to be able to penetrate Mosha's soul, making the other party dare not hide or dodge at all.

"Hey, nothing much." He stood up and poured tea for Mu Bai with a smile, "I just wanted to sit down and chat with you."

"Wearing a human skin mask, is this your sincerity, huh?" The voice was not loud, but heavy, making people breathless.

Mosha took off the mask with a smile, "I'm just afraid that you'll feel inferior if you see it." The provocative words came out of his mouth so clearly. He sat there, looking wanton and ostentatious.

Mosha is indeed good-looking, with a very elegant face, soft facial lines, fair skin, and a warm jade-like luster, which forms a sharp contrast with his gangster temperament.

Mu Bai nodded, "Indeed, you've wasted such a beautiful face. You should be the top star in this club."

Mosha seemed not to hear his ridicule and thanked him shamelessly, "Thank you for the compliment, I feel the same way." He took out a card and handed it to Mu Bai with a painful look on his face, "Good brother, I didn't mean to do that before. I really didn't know it was your car. This is the commission he gave me, and I added some more. This is really all I have. Please forgive me, and let's not kill each other. Isn't it good to love each other?"

Mu Bai raised his eyebrows and took it, "Okay, I'll take it." Everyone knows that Mosha is notoriously stingy. In his eyes, money is more important than his own life, and he always chooses dangerous missions to take.

This time his sincerity was alright. Seeing his painful expression, Mu Bai's depression subsided a little. He waved his hand to signal the bodyguard behind him to go down, "I have something to discuss with you about cooperation?"

Mosha became interested, "Brother, please tell me."