Chapter 223: Kill the Mo (Part 2, Requesting Flowers and Monthly Tickets)

On the other side, he hung up the phone.

Jiang Hao put away his phone.

Earlier, he had gone to an internet cafe specifically to look up information about Ada Wong.

Unexpectedly, he actually found Ada Wong's phone.

That was what had just happened.

Ada Wong, Aunt Wang, was no stranger to Jiang Hao—after all, her appearance in the game had stunned many players.

Although Jiang Hao had only watched game video commentaries, he had still been drawn to this woman.

Because she was truly beautiful and sensual; even some of the human Aunt Wang films, Jiang Hao had watched several.

Of course, Jiang Hao chose Ada Wong not just because she was beautiful.

The greater reason was her professional ability.

In the game, Ada Wong's identity was an agent and spy.

Her specific affiliation was never fully revealed in the game.

But every time Ada Wong appeared in the game, she completed her mission perfectly—that was her ability.

She could accurately locate the people she needed to find and always provided precise information, indicating she had a reliable intelligence network.

Such a person was usable to Jiang Hao.

Jiang Hao could have found the G-virus himself if he truly wanted to.

But later, when Jiang Hao studied the G-virus, he would need someone to assist him, to handle relatively "simple" tasks.

So he needed a capable subordinate.

And Ada Wong perfectly met Jiang Hao's requirements.

Of course, his pre-transmigration fondness for the character Ada Wong was also one reason Jiang Hao called her.

There were many beautiful women in the world, but Ada Wong was not just beautiful—she carried a natural favor in Jiang Hao's eyes.

Ada Wong's matter was settled.

Then what needed to be dealt with next.

Was those three Mo.

After all, he was not a patient man.

Inside a bar, the three Mo who had failed to rob Jiang Hao were dancing in the crowd.

It was eight p. m. New York time; the nightlife had just begun.

In the dance area, exhausted office workers moved randomly to the music, releasing the fatigue of the day.

The three Mo deliberately chose a spot crowded with women.

Then they danced wildly there.

Occasionally, they reached out their greasy hands to grope a woman.

A few women showed disgust at the three.

But most women didn't care.

Women who came to places like this late at night couldn't be good women.

As long as they didn't go dance the "divorce-and-lose-your-kids" dance, they were still loyal to their husbands.

What's wrong with coming to a bar to have fun and dance?

The three Mo quickly picked out a plump woman with snow-white skin and blonde hair.

The woman was reasonably attractive, but mostly her figure was exceptional.

Full bust, rounded hips, voluptuous yet not fat.

Absolutely a top-tier gem.

They chose her because the three Mo noticed she was especially S.

Just now, when they groped her, she didn't get angry—instead, she threw them several seductive glances.

This instantly made the experienced three realize she was a public bus anyone could ride.

But as Mo, they didn't care what kind of vehicle it was—as long as it could be driven, they'd get on.

What kind of vehicle it was didn't matter to them at all.

After all, when the lights were off, they were all the same.

As long as it felt good.

Soon, the three Mo flanked the woman on both sides.

The four of them danced together to the music.

The three Mo and the woman in the middle were both highly excited.

After all, they were in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by many others.

This greatly increased their thrill.

The white woman even closed her eyes in excitement.

Letting the three Mo's hands wander over her body, even slipping inside her clothes.

At that moment, no one noticed that beneath each of the three Mo's feet, a black wormhole suddenly appeared.

The three Mo themselves didn't notice either.

When the wormholes grew large enough, the three were sucked into them and vanished.

The bar's atmosphere was dim, and everyone was focused on their own stimulating activities.

No one noticed the disappearance of the three Mo.

Even the white woman didn't immediately sense anything unusual.

Not until she discovered several hands on her body were gone did she open her eyes and realize those three ink men had vanished.

The white woman paused for a moment, not understanding what had happened.

Where had those three inks who had just sandwiched her gone?

She had originally been thinking of experiencing something new tonight.

Yet those three ink men had actually disappeared.

Regarding this, the white woman did not care.

At worst, she would just find another target.

In places like bars, there is no shortage of men and women seeking thrills.

Finding someone to share a bed with at night is very simple.

Inside an abandoned factory.

Jiang Hao sat leisurely on a swivel chair.