The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 676, Come over and join the fun (second update)
The profound ink-black eyes were filled with an indissoluble layer of cold frost, and their oppressive gaze made it impossible to look directly at them.
Kneeling on both knees was an immense humiliation for Qian Mian.
Both arms had been shot, and specifically in the vital areas; even a slight movement was excruciating.
The considerable blood loss turned Qian Mian’s complexion pale as paper; he struggled to raise his head and met those deep, icy eyes. In that moment, it felt as though he had plummeted into an ice cave.
He looked shocked, "Li Mochan, you really haven’t lost your memory?"
He was well aware of the drug he had synthesized; it couldn’t be completely ineffective unless Li had regained his memory.
Bringing up the very thing one wanted to forget, something stuck like a thorn in Li Mochan’s heart. If not for that silver needle, he wouldn’t have lost his memory, nor would he have caused his wolf cub distress.
That day his wolf cub had cried, even lying in the snow.
All of this was because of him.
Li Mochan’s deep eyes grew darker, filled with violent and solemn killing intent.
A trace of fierce energy uncontrollably escaped from him.
Suddenly, he raised the gun, chambered a round, and pulled the trigger.
"Bang bang bang—"
"Aah—"
The wailing screams rose again, and the leaves on the branches, turning yellow, quivered as if about to fall.
Wei Xi looked at Qian Mian, whose shoulders now bore several bullet holes, and swallowed hard.
His master seemed particularly violent tonight.
Qian Mian collapsed on the ground, curling up, his face covered with cold sweat.
His voice hoarse, he called out, "Li Mochan."
He should have known to have coated that silver needle with deadly poison; keeping Li alive had ultimately turned into a disaster.
Meeting his malevolent gaze, Li Mochan could tell what he was thinking with just one glance.
He let out a cold laugh; there was no such thing as a pill for regret in this world.
"Li Mochan, how come you’re here?" Chu Chen caught up and saw Qian Mian on the ground, a schadenfreude smile flashing in his eyes.
He had said it; falling into his hands, one might suffer less, but falling into Li Mochan’s hands would definitely earn a good beating.
Look at these wounds; surely they come from at least six or seven shots.
Li Mochan raised an eyebrow, fingers playing with the gun, and said nonchalantly, "I heard that the K organization has a big shipment at this base, so I came to join in the fun."
Chu Chen’s face darkened, his tone suddenly becoming sharp, "Li Mochan, what do you mean? Are you declaring war on my K organization?"
Wei Xi glanced at Chu Chen and was inwardly laughing like crazy.
So all K organization members are drama queens; no wonder Ji Mingqian also became an actor.
"So what if I am?" Li Mochan’s lips curled into a cold smile, "Chu Chen, let me remind you of something. My Jiuliang has already left the K organization, and some of the organization’s territories were conquered by her. Isn’t it only right for me to take some of it?"
Chu Chen’s face turned ashen, "Li Mochan, this is our K organization’s business; it has nothing to do with you."
"Indeed, it has nothing to do with me." Li Mochan’s eyebrows lifted slightly, his tone mild, "However, if anyone dares to make my Jiuliang unhappy, then I naturally can’t sit back and let them be at ease."
They locked eyes.
Gunsmoke rose, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
As if in a pact, both sides drew their guns at the same time and faced each other.
Qian Mian’s lips turned white as he struggled to keep his eyelids open, his gaze shifting between Li Mochan and Chu Chen.
How did Li Mochan suddenly appear here?
Had he really not conspired with Chu Chen?
Could it all just be a coincidence, and Li Mochan came after the K organization just to avenge Ye Jiuliang?
Before Qian Mian could figure it out, the conflict had escalated again.
"It seems that for Ajiu’s sake, I don’t want to get into a fight with you, Li Mohan. Take your people and leave quickly. I’ll pretend this never happened." Chu Chen said coldly.
Li Mohan ignored his cold gaze and said indifferently, "I don’t want that batch of goods from your base anymore, but I need to take this person with me."
"No way, he’s still useful to me. Besides, we caught him first. Why should we give him to you? Don’t push your luck."
"You caught him first?" Li Mohan sneered with scorn, "Take a good look at who he is with now. I’m definitely taking him with me."
"Wei Xi, tie him up."
"Yes."
Wei Xi, rubbing his hands with glee, grabbed at Qia Mian’s collar with crude movements.
Accidentally, his fingertip jabbed into the wound on his shoulder, making Qia Mian cry out in pain.
"So noisy, shut up." Wei Xi picked up his hand and chopped towards his neck.
Qia Mian’s eyes widened, and before the pain on his face faded, his eyes closed, and he fainted.
Finally, quietness surrounded Wei Xi, who let out a breath, took the rope, and bound Qia Mian heavily.
In an instant, the tense atmosphere dissipated without a trace.
Li Mohan and Chu Chen exchanged glances, the corners of their lips lifting with barely perceptible smirks.
"The person is yours now; I’ll deal with the ones inside." Chu Chen glanced at the tightly bound Qia Mian, a relaxed smile on his lips.
Giving the tough nut Qia Mian to Ajiu was the most suitable choice. Ajiu had been waiting for a long time to settle the score for Li Mohan’s memory loss.
Li Mohan pursed his lips and hummed an acknowledgment, "I’m leaving first."
With that, he turned to leave. Wei Xi, carrying Qia Mian, hurried to follow.
The people from Dark Hall followed closely behind. Before long, the Dark Hall’s aircraft circled in the sky then gradually departed.
"Boss, how should we handle the people inside?" Qin Yi asked.
As the aircraft disappeared from view, Chu Chen withdrew his gaze, a flash of coldness crossing his eyes. "Leave two, the rest—not one should be spared."
The Mo Family had stirred up so much trouble; it was only polite to pay them back in kind.
Otherwise, they might seem stingy.
"Spread the news, Dark Hall has hijacked a batch of goods from Organization K, Organization K and Dark Hall are irreconcilable enemies," he continued.
Qin Yi nodded, "Understood."
Staring into the pitch-black night sky, Chu Chen couldn’t help feeling envious of Li Mohan.
He still had to stay here for a couple more days, while Li Mohan could go back to see his wife, which was really annoying.
...
At three in the morning, the lights were still on in the room.
The computer on the desk was still on, its screen filled with Mo Yuan’s information.
Most of it was very superficial, containing no useful information at all.
A figure on the sofa suddenly moved, tossing and turning, the soft long hair getting all messy.
Ye Jiuliang sat up, glanced at the computer screen, her lips pursed in a rosy hue.
Ever since their first meeting, Mo Chen had called her ’Sister,’ insisting on it no matter what she said, and she never doubted his assured tone.
Later, Mo Yu would look at her with inexplicable hostility every time they met; she was a stranger to Mo Yu, so where did this hostility come from?
The strangest thing was that Mo Yuan had a pair of eyes identical to those of her father, and even his silhouette when walking was strikingly similar.
And now, he even had a scar identical to her father’s.
If this was coincidence, it would be far too forced.
A low sigh reverberated in the room, carrying a touch of wistfulness.
Ye Jiuliang buried her head in the pillow, suddenly missing her family’s Li Mohan.
