The "certain man" who came courting death clearly did not take Si Moyu’s anger seriously and remained as calm as ever, steady as a rock.

Si Moyu, with a steely gaze and a hint of gritted teeth, said, "Nalan Ye Jue, you’re not welcome here. If your wheelchair dares roll into my room, I will cripple your hands too."

The Nalan Family and the Si Family have always been arch-enemies, never seeing eye to eye.

There is a natural tacit understanding between the two families; neither will set foot on the other’s turf.

However, at this moment, Nalan Ye Jue completely disregarded his warning, wheeling himself directly toward Qin Xin and taking her hand, "I’m here to take my woman home. What’s it to you?"

"Your woman?" Si Moyu’s pupils contracted, "You think you’re worthy?"

This is Queen.

Would she be interested in that cripple?

Qin Xin coughed twice.

These two men don’t seem to get along well. Shouldn’t we separate them quickly?

As soon as Qin Xin coughed, both men fell silent for a moment.

But the next second.

A silver FK125 pointed at Nalan Ye Jue’s head.

Si Moyu half-pulled the trigger, his expression grim, "If you were dead, you wouldn’t need to take a woman home."

Qin Xin: "..."

Her initial diagnosis wasn’t wrong; this president indeed has a disorder, albeit a mild one.

A bit worried that Nalan Ye Jue might get hurt, she was just about to agree to a thorough examination today.

But then she heard Nalan Ye Jue speak leisurely, "Si Moyu, instead of wasting time here, why don’t you check if there’s something wrong with your new diamond mine in Africa?"

Si Moyu: "What do you mean?"

His agitated expression grew decidedly graver.

He could afford to ignore diamonds, but he couldn’t overlook his mine.

Controlling a vein is equivalent to a continuous cash flow, especially in a place like Africa where no one wants their resources to be annexed.

Nalan Ye Jue said calmly, "Why don’t you just make a call to find out?"

He pointed his long finger at the gun, actually moving the FK125 away from his forehead with his bare hand.

Even watching this made Qin Xin’s heart race.

She couldn’t help but grip the man’s other hand tightly.

She could crush a killer’s FK125 because a killer is a normal person, incapable of reacting faster than she could.

But with Si Moyu in action, even she wasn’t confident about snatching that FK125 away.

Because you can never predict a maniac’s next move; they don’t play by the rules.

When a maniac goes mad, the entire world can be destroyed.

However, as soon as Nalan Ye Jue finished speaking, Si Moyu’s hand paused for a moment.

He suspiciously unlocked his phone and dialed a number.

"What’s wrong with the diamond mine? What, who dares to seal it? And they intercepted my goods? Even detained the plane? Tell them I’ll blow them up!"

Si Moyu roared into the phone.

Nalan Ye Jue, still calm, held Qin Xin’s hand and headed toward the door.

As Si Moyu continued to roar, he noticed them leaving out of the corner of his eye and raised the FK125 again, "Don’t go, I still have something to say to her."

Nalan Ye Jue, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, said, "President Si, any later and your entire plane load of goods will be wasted."

Si Moyu: "..."

Turning his head, he roared even more frantically into the phone, "Are you all eating shit? Relay my orders to mobilize the Mo Department..."

As Qin Xin walked out of the presidential suite, the last word she heard was "Mo Department."

Her brow furrowed slightly.

So "Mo Department" is the force controlled by Si Moyu.

For someone with such powerful subordinates, yet sending a worthless assassin to kidnap her, this maniac of a president truly is something interesting.