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Ji Mo's body was slightly stiff, and he leaned lazily by the window, sneering disdainfully: "Why should I feel guilty, those who can participate in these politics and politics should understand the danger of it, and no one can blame anyone if they die."

A sharp slap landed on Ji Mo's face, and Mu Baoer's eyes were as cold as sharp blades.

"I used to think that you were just born in the underworld. You have experienced all kinds of killings since you were a child. Due to your survival instinct, you have to be cruel. But tonight I finally know that you are a cold-blooded beast from beginning to end, without a trace of emotion , without any guilt."

She thought that seeing Ye Weiwei in so much grief, he would at least feel a little bit guilty for what he did, but anyone with a bit of blood would feel that it was too much.

But no, he has nothing at all, his blood is cold, and his heart is also cold.

Ji Mo's left cheek was so hot from her pumping, half of it was swollen, his eyes became colder, and he grabbed her arm.

"Yes, I am a cold-blooded animal. Don't expect me to have any sympathy. I have killed so many people since I was a child, and I have never regretted what I did. Ye Yuan is nothing."

"You scum." Mu Baoer was extremely disappointed.

Ji Mo sneered: "What's the matter, do you want to fight for Ye Weiwei?"

Mu Baoer coldly withdrew her hand: "I don't have the ability to fight against injustices yet, but don't think that you can trample on other people's happiness like this forever. Sooner or later, I will pay for Ye Weiwei and what you did to me in the past. A justice."

"Are you declaring war on me?" Ji Mo's voice was cold.

"Yes, this time, I am the one who took the initiative to declare war on you, and I will do my best to defeat you." Mu Baoer said loudly.

Seeing her unflinching attitude, Ji Mo's heart was stabbed severely, and he became more and more ruthless: "The people who challenged me are dead, you'd better not regret saying this."

"No regrets."

Mu Baoer slammed the door and left.

Seeing such a big commotion, Jingyue walked in and saw Ji Mo's manic face full of murderous aura, she couldn't help being startled, seeing that Mu Baoer really stabbed Lord Ji hard this time.

"My lord, why don't you explain it. She will only hate you more if you are so head-on."

Ji Mo sneered: "Why should I explain to her, besides, Ye Yuan really died at our hands, there is nothing to explain."

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In just a few days, Ye Weiwei was almost emaciated, she lost a lot of weight, she lost all energy, and couldn't eat. She hugged Ye Yuan's photo all day long, but her eyes were empty.

The forensic doctor had already experienced the corpse, but the investigation was fruitless.

Mu Baoer naturally understood that Corona did things neatly, and if someone could find evidence, it would not be Corona.

She didn't dare to tell Ye Weiwei everything she knew, because there was no evidence to prove that Ji Mo sent someone to do it, and because Ye Weiwei knew about it, she would go all out to seek revenge from Ji Mo, only to die.

What's more, this kind of factional struggle involves too much, and the big figures above don't want to delve into this matter, so the investigation will have no results at all.

Therefore, there are high and low classes in the upper class. The real upper class is the powerful people. A businessman like Ye Yuan, no matter how big his career is, still belongs to the bottom class and is considered a pawn to be sacrificed.