I control the world with magic

The shell of the bomb is made of cold metal, with a frightening cold light. The main body of the bomb is cylindrical, with a small electronic display screen embedded on the top. The red numbers on it are like a devil's countdown. Around the display screen, there are densely packed lines and interfaces.

Seeing this scene, Han Yu's face was covered with cold sweat. He suddenly regretted offending this country bumpkin from the lower city. This person looks gentle and humble, but in fact he is clearly an extremely dangerous person.

Whose good person buried so many bombs in his own home? ?

Originally, he was still thinking about whether he could break through the siege, capture the thief first, and directly capture Su Mu, but when he saw the bomb, his heart was completely cold, and he didn't dare to act rashly, for fear that he would accidentally touch the bomb in the process of shooting. Once these hundreds of bombs were detonated, the entire Viper Gang headquarters would be razed to the ground.

Even though he thought he was strong, he was not confident enough to withstand so many bombs.

Yang Dongqing broke out in a cold sweat when he saw this scene. He had never thought that Su Mu actually had so many hidden tricks. He didn't deserve to lose. Even if he won at that time, he might not be able to walk out of the Viper Gang alive.

Murong Mengli was the only one who could remain calm. Although the pupils of this noble lady contracted, she still maintained the most basic decency.

She finally understood why Yang Dongqing had such an evaluation of Su Mu - a gentleman with a degree of madness.

This is indeed crazy enough.

"What do you think, Mr. Han?" Su Mu asked politely, as if a gentleman was showing his collection to a guest.

A drop of cold sweat slid down Han Yu's face. His muscles were tense and his eyes kept flashing: "Don't bluff there. I don't believe you dare to detonate the bomb. There is an imperial noble sitting here. Once the crime of killing an imperial noble is confirmed, the entire Chiyan Empire will not tolerate you!"

Su Mu smiled slightly: "You are wrong. Miss Murong will not die. She is carrying some kind of defensive treasure. I will not die either, because this is just my clone. My men will not die either. The scales on their bodies have enough defense. Only you...will die."

Murong Mengli's face changed slightly. She didn't expect that Su Mu could see that she had a defensive treasure.

Hearing this, Han Yu's face froze. He pointed at Yang Dongqing and asked: "What about him! He is also your subordinate!"

"It's okay. He will die if he dies."

Yang Dongqing: "......."

Although he has long been accustomed to Su Mu's 37-degree mouth often saying such cold words, he feels very angry every time he hears it!

"Mr. Han, now it's your turn to choose, apologize, or... die."

Han Yu's face became uglier and uglier. His pride did not allow him to apologize to the people in the lower city, but he did not want to die.

At this time, Murong Mengli spoke: "Han Yu, apologize." Her tone was cold and unquestionable.

"I... I was wrong." Han Yu finally lowered his noble head, and kept comforting himself in his heart that he obeyed Murong Mengli's orders, and there was no need for him to fight to the death with the country bumpkins in the lower city.

Su Mu shook his head: "Not enough."

Han Yu's face was angry: "What else do you want!? Do you want me to kneel down?"

"Good suggestion."

"You!" Han Yu's chest rose and fell violently, and his eyes were almost on fire. This extreme humiliation was brewing in his chest.

Ding!

Su Mu took out the remote control from his pocket and pressed the button.

The next moment, the bright red numbers on the time bomb display screen began to flash wildly.

At the same time, the scale-armored monster quietly blocked all the exits.

"Fuck!" Yang Dongqing panicked and stood up and ran out.

"I told you he was a lunatic, but you still didn't believe me. Get out of the way and let me go first. I'm one of us!"

The scale-armored monster didn't make things difficult for Yang Dongqing, and made a gap for him to leave.

Han Yu's heart was pounding. No! I can't die here. I still have a bright future. I don't have to fight to the death with the country bumpkins in the lower city. He kept comforting himself, but he didn't know that the arrogance in his heart had already been broken by the fear of death. Plop!

He knelt heavily on the ground.

"Mr. Su, I was wrong!!"

Ding!

Su Mu pressed the remote control again, and the time bomb stopped flashing.

Then, all the secret compartments in the hall were closed, and the scale-armored monsters also faded like a tide. Su Mu returned to the sofa and drank tea with Murong Mengli, as if nothing had ever happened.

"Miss Murong, try this Anshan black tea. I wonder if it suits your taste?"

Murong Mengli gently tucked one side of her hair behind her ear and elegantlyShe took a sip of the tea and savored it carefully: "Smooth and soft, with a long aftertaste, good tea."

At this point, she paused and added: "I like it very much."

Su Mu smiled slightly and understood Murong Mengli's subtext: "Miss Murong is indeed very tasteful. From this point of view, it would be a blessing to be able to cooperate with Miss Murong."

The elegant man and woman talked and laughed, and no one paid attention to Han Yu who was kneeling on the ground like a stray dog.

Han Yu clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were full of spider-web-like bloodshot, but he didn't dare to stand up.

Because Su Mu didn't let him stand up.

For such an enemy who always smiles, he didn't dare to gamble at all. Perhaps once he stood up, he would continue to be targeted and suffer more humiliation.

The weird clone method, the subordinates like nightmare monsters, and the bombs all over the hall, no matter which one, made Han Yu extremely afraid.

"Mr. Su, I admire your methods. I can't seem to find a reason to refuse you to buy shares." Murong Mengli smiled, and this time the smile seemed less polite, more like a smile between friends.

"Happy cooperation." Su Mu smiled and stretched out his hand.

"Happy cooperation." Murong Mengli smiled and stretched out her hand.

Those hands were like carefully carved works of art, slender and slender, each finger was straight and even like green onions, the joints of the fingers were small and exquisite, and the skin was as white and delicate as mutton-fat white jade.

The two hands shook politely, and that was it.

Then, Murong Mengli left the address and the pass to the upper city, and left with Han Yu.

Su Mu sat alone on the sofa and drank tea, holding the business card between his two fingers: "Bronze coffin... interesting."

With his eyesight, it was not difficult to see that Han Yu and Murong Mengli were completely in harmony. Han Yu seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally against Murong Mengli and did not want the bronze coffin to grow.

However, due to his fear of his noble status, he did not dare to show it too obviously.

"It seems that the imperial nobles are not as supreme as imagined."