The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 712, his necklace (3)

Jiang Yisheng sidestepped, catching a glimpse of the pitch-black gun muzzle aimed at him out of the corner of his eye; his footsteps faltered.

"Jiang Yisheng, if you don’t start behaving, I won’t be polite anymore," Mo Su threatened coldly.

A chill spread across Jiang Yisheng’s face as the punch came straight at him, striking true on the corner of his lips.

Jiang Yisheng staggered back two steps, a bruise forming at the corner of his mouth right away.

A faint taste of blood spread in his mouth, and he couldn’t help but frown.

Before he could come to his senses, another fist came flying at him from the opposite side.

With the gun muzzle trained on him, Jiang Yisheng couldn’t move an inch, let alone strike back.

In this moment, compared to losing his life, it seemed better to endure a beating and at least buy some time.

Taking a punch to the chest, Jiang Yisheng’s striking green eyes narrowed, and his complexion turned deathly pale in an instant.

"Cough cough..."

He bent over, coughing nonstop, a faint blush creeping up his neck and earlobes.

Mo Su, observing his disheveled state, still didn’t feel it was enough.

"Continue," she said.

Mark rotated his neck, cracking his knuckles rhythmically.

He grabbed Jiang Yisheng by the collar, slamming his fist hard into his abdomen.

One punch followed another, each one merciless and brutal.

Hiss.

Jiang Yisheng bit his lip, blood oozing from the corner; still, he didn’t make a sound.

Suddenly, Mark let go and kicked him, sending him tumbling.

"Bang—"

The tall and lean body flew backward, crashing harshly to the ground.

Jiang Yisheng looked dizzily at the grey-white ceiling, his ashen face reminiscent of a water lily about to wither in autumn.

He glanced at the necklace that had fallen to the ground, fingers stretching out, trying to hook it back.

A slight movement sent waves of searing pain across his chest; he squinted, his eyes rimmed with red.

All of this was witnessed by two people hiding outside the window.

Mo Chen was frantic with urgency, unable to hold back any longer.

Why hadn’t Sister Ajiu arrived yet?

He couldn’t wait any longer. If he delayed any further, Brother Yisheng would be beaten to death.

He had just gotten up when the person beside him held him down.

"Young master, you can’t go in there," Alei whispered, trying to keep his voice down.

Unable to bear his persuasion, Mo Chen shook off his hand, "Alei, don’t stop me, Brother Yisheng is getting beaten to death."

With that, he got up and ran toward the warehouse’s main door.

Seeing this, Alei sighed helplessly and hurriedly followed.

Black high heels came into his view.

Jiang Yisheng’s gaze lifted lightly, meeting Mo Su’s scornful eyes.

An icy voice resonated overhead, "Jiang Yisheng, I’ve heard you play the violin as if it were the music of the heavens. Tell me, if you were to lose the use of one hand, would you still be able to play?"

Jiang Yisheng remained silent, his mind focused on retrieving his necklace.

Completely ignored, Mo Su’s face darkened.

She refused to believe his resolve was that unwavering. She was determined to make him beg for mercy.

Knee up, foot down.

"Enough."

An angry roar came from the doorway, charged with fury.

Mo Su withdrew her foot, her brown eyes narrowing dangerously.

Damn it.

How had he found this place?

Mengzhu and Mark looked at the newcomer, their faces showing surprise.

"Little master, why is he here too?"

Against the light, Mo Chen rushed in frantically.

He glanced at Jiang Yisheng’s slender, jade-like hand and breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness, it wasn’t stepped on.

Mo Su’s high heels were so sharp, if they had stepped down, Brother Yisheng’s hand would definitely not have been spared.

Mo Chen puffed his cheeks, glaring at Mo Su, and accused, "Mo Su, have you gone mad? To do something like kidnapping, and you even injured Brother Yisheng so badly, how could your heart be so cruel?"

Mo Su glanced sideways at Alei, a hint of murderous intent flashing in her eyes.

She knew keeping him was a mistake.

"How did you find this place?" she asked coolly, "It’s not your place to lecture me. You’d better roll back obediently and stop getting in the way."

"If you want to harm Brother Yisheng, I won’t allow it." Saying that, Mo Chen squatted down and helped Jiang Yisheng to stand up.

Seeing the bruises on Jiang Yisheng’s lips and forehead, Mo Chen felt a sourness in his nose, "Brother Yisheng, are you alright?"

"The necklace." Jiang Yisheng shook his head slightly, grabbing his arm, and said with a weak breath.

Mo Chen was startled and followed his gaze, the emerald-green diamond pendant seizing his attention.

He bent down to pick up the necklace and returned it to Jiang Yisheng’s side, "Brother Yisheng, is this what you wanted?"

Jiang Yisheng couldn’t wait to take back the necklace, clutching it tightly in his palm.

Thank goodness.

"Mo Chen, my patience is limited. Get out of here quick, or I’ll take care of you too," Mo Su’s patience ran out, and she reprimanded him with a bad tone.

Mo Chen looked up, meeting her cold gaze fearlessly, "I won’t move aside unless you release Brother Yisheng."

"Alei, take him away," Mo Su commanded in a deep voice.

Alei stood rooted to the spot, hanging his head low.

A harsh light shone on him, his gaze unfriendly, "What? Can I not command you now?"

Alei remained silent, just standing by Mo Chen’s side.

Mo Su’s eyes gradually turned sinister, "Mark, pull Mo Chen away."

"Yes."

As Mark took a step forward, Alei blocked his way, not letting him get close.

In an instant, the atmosphere became tense.

Receiving a look from Mo Su, Mark didn’t hesitate to strike.

Alei wasn’t going to just stand there and take the hit - he blocked the punch with the back of his hand, and the strength between the two men was evenly matched, making it hard to determine a winner.

Mo Chen helped Jiang Yisheng to stand and took two steps back, trying to look for an opportunity to slip away.

However, Mo Su noticed all his petty schemes.

As he took one step back, she moved forward, her gaze locked on him sharply, "Mo Chen, if you don’t move aside now, I won’t be polite."

Seeing the gun in her hand, Mo Chen swallowed, not daring to make a move.

"Mo Su, I’ve already notified Sister Ajiu. If you dare to mess around, when Ajiu arrives, you’ll be awaiting misfortune," he threatened with feigned bravado.

"You’ve informed Ye Jiuliang?" Mo Su emitted a chilling aura, looking at him as if she wanted to devour him.

Mo Chen nodded, trying to use Ye Jiuliang to scare Mo Su away, "Yes, I’ve notified Sister Ajiu. If you’re sensible, you should let me and Brother Yisheng go quickly."

Mo Su took two large steps forward, reached out to pull Mo Chen’s hand away, and gritted her teeth, "Get out of my way." 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

This damn guy actually dared to mess up her plans; there was no need to be courteous with him anymore.

Mo Chen refused to let go, and in the next second, the dark muzzle of the gun was pressed against Jiang Yisheng’s forehead, his eyes widened in fear.

"If you don’t let go, I will be unkind to him. By the time Ye Jiuliang gets here, all she will see is a dead body, and I’d like to see how you’ll explain that to her," Mo Su said ominously.

Mo Chen tightened his grip on Jiang Yisheng’s hand, his brow furrowed with tension.

Plucking up his courage, he swung her hand away, "I won’t let go."

The dark gun muzzle was knocked aside, and Mo Chen, pulling Jiang Yisheng, ran towards the door.

"Mo Chen, stop right there," Mo Su’s gaze followed him, with Mo Chen covering him, aiming at Jiang Yisheng became even more difficult.

"Mengzhu, stop him for me."