The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 713, where else do you want to go (1)

"Young Master, please stop causing trouble; halt immediately before you hurt yourself," Mengzhu implored, standing in Mo Chen’s way and trying to persuade him with kind words.

Determined that they were all the same, Mo Chen couldn’t be bothered to deal with her and naturally, his tone was far from gentle, "Step aside, I don’t want to hear it."

Mengzhu was helpless, "Young Master, then I have no choice but to offend you." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Seeing the hand that was attacking him, a hint of ferocity flashed in Mo Chen’s eyes. He grabbed her arm and bit it without mercy.

Mengzhu’s face turned red as she gasped in pain.

She immediately withdrew her hand, the bite mark on her wrist showing blood.

At that moment, the sound of a sports car engine came from outside.

Arrogant and ostentatious.

"Vroom vroom vroom—"

Mo Chen’s eyes lit up, sure that Sister Ajiu had arrived.

"Damn it." Mo Su cursed under her breath as she hurried over.

"Mo Chen, if you dare step out that door, I’ll shoot," she threatened through gritted teeth.

Mo Chen turned his head to see Mo Su running towards him.

He reached out to pull Mengzhu and pushed Jiang Yisheng towards the door with his other hand.

"Brother Yisheng, you go first; hurry."

Taken by surprise, Jiang Yisheng stumbled, steadying himself with the rusty doorframe.

"Jiang Yisheng, if you dare take another step, don’t blame me for being rude," Mo Su chased him, the dark muzzle of the gun pointed in his direction.

The sound of the gun being cocked was cold and cutting.

Suddenly, a figure rushed over, standing in front of him.

Jiang Yisheng was shocked, the person in front of him suddenly turned around and urgently growled, "Brother Yisheng, go quickly, Sister Ajiu and the others have arrived, go find them, I’ll be fine, hurry."

"Mo Chen..."

"Go, hurry!" Mo Chen struggled to hold Mengzhu, veins on his forehead bulging.

Before he finished speaking, Mo Su caught up to them, grabbed Mo Chen by the collar, and flung him to one side, "You traitorous bastard, get out of my way."

She turned to look at Jiang Yisheng and was about to move forward, but suddenly her left leg was gripped by a firm force.

She looked down to find Mo Chen holding onto her leg, holding her back.

"Brother Yisheng, go now," he roared at Jiang Yisheng.

Mo Su’s face grew a few shades colder as she kicked towards his chest with no regard for sibling affection.

"Get lost."

Mo Chen gasped in pain but stubbornly refused to let go.

"Mo Chen." Jiang Yisheng was startled, not expecting Mo Su to be so ruthless, able to harm her own brother.

With her left leg caught by Mo Chen, Mo Su couldn’t break free and turned her head to glare at Jiang Yisheng. The cold gun barrel now aimed at Mo Chen, she coldly threatened, "Jiang Yisheng, if you dare run, I’ll shoot him dead. Don’t believe me? Just try it."

Jiang Yisheng’s steps froze, his eyes a complex mix as he looked at Mo Su, "Mo Su, that’s your own brother."

Mo Su sneered coldly, "What of it? I won’t let go of anyone who opposes me."

Her gaze turned murderous, "Come to my side immediately. My patience is limited, you’d best not provoke me."

With Ye Jiuliang and the others here, without him as her bargaining chip, she had no chance of winning the battle. Having a grip on Jiang Yisheng gave her a chance to turn the tables.

"Three."

The cocking of the gun resounded, and the atmosphere was on the verge of exploding.

"Two."

Jiang Yisheng glanced at Mo Chen on the ground, clenched the necklace in his hand, braced against the doorframe, and lifted his foot slightly.

Suddenly, a cold, large hand covered the back of his hand.

Jiang Yisheng’s eyes trembled lightly, and before he could react, an overpowering force dragged him out without the chance to struggle.

"Idiot, where do you think you’re going?"

The magnetic voice suddenly rang out, hiding barely detectable relief.

In a daze, the man’s handsome profile forcefully seized his vision, with a faint scent of tobacco lingering at the tip of his nose.

He had saved him again.

A foggy haze covered Yisheng’s eyes, filled with surprise and excitement, but above all, a regained sense of safety.

He looked up, and only then did Ji Mingqian see the wound on his face, the trace of blood at the corner of his mouth stinging his eyes as anger surged within him.

Damn it.

Who hit him?

He reached out as if possessed, his fingertips wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Yisheng’s expression froze, his earlobes flushing with a crimson as if they were dripping with blood.

He...

The hand that had grabbed him suddenly let go, and a low voice followed, "Don’t come in, wait outside."

Jiang Yisheng hadn’t recovered when the man’s towering figure moved past him.

"Ji Mingqian." Mo Su’s expression turned cryptic as she watched the man who entered the room alone.

Could it be that Ye Jiuliang and the others hadn’t come, and only Ji Mingqian had arrived?

Without time for further thought, Mo Su reached out and pulled Mo Chen, using him as a human shield.

Unlike her tension, Mo Lian’s face lit up with joy, momentarily forgetting the pain in his chest, "Brother Mingqian."

Ji Mingqian glanced at him, noted the footprint on his clothes, and could roughly imagine that he must have been beaten up not too lightly.

A mocking cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth, "Mo Su, it seems we’ve overestimated your character. You can even lay hands on your own brother, your heart must be blacker than ink."

On the other side, Mark stopped fighting with Alei and, along with Mengzhu, took positions on either side of Mo Su.

"Ji Mingqian, cut the crap. What, only you came? Where’s Ye Jiuliang?" Mo Su gripped Mo Chen’s collar, not letting him move.

Noting her glances toward the door, Ji Mingqian’s voice held a mocking edge, "To deal with you, I alone am enough. Rest assured, from today on, there will be no Tengyue Group anymore. It’s time for you to pay for what you’ve done."

"What do you mean?" Sensing the implication in his words, Mo Su’s face showed a trace of wariness.

"What I mean, you’ll find out soon enough," Ji Mingqian replied, his eyes emitting a ruthless chill, "Tell me, who laid hands on Jiang Yisheng?"

No sooner had the words fallen than Mo Chen blurted out, pointing at Mark, "It was Mark, he hit Brother Yisheng."

He had long been annoyed by Mark, who, backed by Master Extinction, had been too bullying, and had just attacked Brother Yisheng. Mark was nothing but a nuisance.

Following Mo Chen’s gaze, Ji Mingqian looked toward the blond man standing beside Mo Su with eyes as sharp as frost.

He raised an eyebrow, "Was it you?"

Mark remained silent, his gaze ferociously fixed on Ji Mingqian, oozing provocation.

Ji Mingqian tilted his head, a trace of a bloody smile on his lips.

"No response? That’s an admission."

Before the echo faded, the tall, imposing figure sprang into action.

A murderous aura surged forth, and as Mark’s breath caught, he hadn’t even had time to react before he was kicked and sent flying.

Mengzhu was taken aback, crying out instinctively, "Mark."

Crashing into a pillar in the warehouse, Mark felt like his spine was about to split, his face turning deathly pale.

Slumping down along the pillar, he raised a cloud of dust.

Mark lay on the ground, curling up as a severe burning pain lashed his back, causing him to gasp in agony.

Watching her own person be beaten in front of her, Mo Su’s face twisted in rage as she shouted, "Ji Mingqian."