The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 777, The iron box was opened by Ji Mingqian (1)
Watching her lazy antics, Li Mochan raised his hand to touch her head, a faint smile creeping onto his lips, "Still sleepy?"
"Hungry." Ye Jiuliang shook her head, her voice still warm and soft with sleep, carrying a hint of huskiness having just woken up.
With one arm around her, Li Mochan freed a hand to pour a glass of water and brought the cup to her lips.
"Drink some water first, I’ll get you some snacks."
Due to the prolonged flight time and the inconvenience of getting food on the island, Li Mochan had arranged for Jiangyue Restaurant to pack some food for the journey before they set off.
Ye Jiuliang took the cup in her hands and drank leisurely.
Letting go, Li Mochan stood up to fetch her some snacks.
No sooner had he left than Gu Xinuo came over.
Pushing the backpack on the seat aside, Gu Xinuo sat down and teased her, "Ajiu, you can really sleep, it seems Li Mochan has almost become your sleeping pill."
She had been worried that Jiuliang, now pregnant, would not adjust well to flying, but it turned out that Jiuliang had fallen asleep as soon as she got on the plane.
Meeting her teasing smile, Ye Jiuliang rolled her eyes at her, "Have Aqian and the others arrived yet?"
Gu Xinuo glanced at her watch, her smile lifting at the corners, "Almost, there should be a few minutes left."
They had intentionally slowed down the flight speed, just waiting for Wang Shuo’s side to make their move, and then they could seize the opportunity to capture Mo Ce, that old fox.
Ye Jiuliang raised an eyebrow, her finger lightly tapping on the table.
The generous gift had already been sent over; it remained to be seen whether Mo Ce could stomach it.
...
The sea breeze scattered the fog, and the beautiful dawn wrapped around the island from above.
The plane slowly landed on the endless sandy beach, the considerable commotion quickly drawing the attention of those stationed on the island.
The wary looks dissipated upon seeing the people disembarking the plane, as defenses were lowered.
The island’s inhabitants all recognized Wang Shuo, and seeing him return, the patrolling guards all went back the way they came.
Wang Shuo had changed back into his usual black attire, his complexion pale, lips purplish, still wearing that somber expression.
Seeing the patrolling guards lowering their guard and leaving, his gaze flickered, and he took a step back to hide in the shadow of the plane’s door.
The hand behind his back made a sign, his voice pressed low, "Mingqian."
Before the words had even faded, a grey figure dashed out of the plane, moves quick as a shadow, then darted into the verdant forest.
In the blink of an eye, the figure was gone.
Wang Shuo’s eyes darkened as he strode away.
Having familiarized himself with the island’s paths long ago, he located Mo Ce’s butler’s room and was about to knock when the door was opened from the inside.
"Why have you returned?" Seeing Wang Shuo’s sudden appearance, the butler’s face showed surprise.
His gaze dropped, noticing the dried blood on his clothing, and he frowned.
"What happened?"
"I had just arrived in the capital when I encountered Li Mochan, and he injured me during our fight," Wang Shuo said grimly, grinding his teeth, "Now Li Mochan’s men are scouring the capital for me. I had no choice but to come back here to lay low."
Hearing this, Mo Ce’s butler furrowed his brows even more deeply, "How could you be so careless? Did you expose yourself?"
Wang Shuo shook his head, "No, I managed to escape after being injured. There’s also another thing, I..."
He hesitated mid-sentence.
Seeing him so hesitant to speak, which was rare, the butler felt a sudden apprehension and urged, "What else happened?"
Wang Shuo looked around, then leaned in close to the butler’s ear, whispering, "I overheard a conversation between Li Mochan and Ye Jiuliang, it’s about the iron box being opened by Ji Mingqian."
At the mention of the "iron box," the butler’s complexion subtly changed, focusing more intently on Wang Shuo’s words.
"What was actually hidden inside that iron box was..." Wang Shuo watched his expression, a flash of cold light in his eyes.
In an unseen corner, his fingertips gripped a silver needle and swiftly, like lightning that strikes before thunder claps, jabbed it into Butler Mo’s neck.
Completely unprepared, Butler Mo felt pain in his neck and looked at Wang Shuo in horror.
His fingers trembling, he pointed at Wang Shuo, "You..."
Wang Shuo sneered with disdain and pushed Butler Mo back into the room.
The force was uncontrolled, and Butler Mo stumbled, falling to the ground.
"Thud—"
Wang Shuo stepped into the room and casually closed the door behind him.
Butler Mo raised his hand to his neck, feeling a quick and intense wave of dizziness.
His eyes full of menace, he glared at Wang Shuo, "Wang Shuo, have you lost your mind?"
"Heh."
Wang Shuo walked over to him, looking down from above, "When you stole my herbs and caused my amnesia, how do you think we should settle these accounts?"
"You..." Butler Mo was terrified, his tongue twisting in fear, "You’ve regained your memory?"
"Seems you’re not completely stupid." Wang Shuo mocked, "All these years you and Mo Ce have used me to do such terrible things, today we’re going to settle this score properly."
With that, he took out a thumb-sized porcelain bottle from his pocket.
Unscrewing the cap, he poured out a pill.
"Wang Shuo, I warn you, if you dare to touch me, don’t even think about leaving this island alive." Seeing the pale blue pill in his hand, Butler Mo felt a bad premonition.
"Whether I can leave alive is none of your concern, better worry about yourself first."
With those words, he bent down, grabbed his jaw, and stuffed the pill directly into his mouth.
Already weakened by the silver needle, Wang Shuo was powerless to resist, and before he could fight back, the pill had melted in his mouth.
"Cough, cough, cough."
Knowing the pill Wang Shuo gave him was certainly no good, Butler Mo coughed until his face turned red, trying to spit the pill out.
Wang Shuo withdrew his hand, looking at him with contempt, "Don’t bother, soon Mo Ce will join you."
"Wang Shuo, you’re not..." Butler Mo’s face turned deathly pale, as if someone were choking him, struggling to catch his breath.
Suddenly, a sweet taste in his throat and he turned his head to vomit a mouthful of blood.
"Ptooey—"
Bright red blood splattered on the gray marble floor, a desolate sight.
Wang Shuo’s expression was indifferent as he observed the bloodstain on the ground, neither happy nor angry.
Suddenly, his pant leg was yanked on. Looking down, he saw Butler Mo clinging to it, his eyes begging for mercy.
"Save me, please save me..."
Wang Shuo remained unmoved, stepped back, and pulled his leg free.
Butler Mo’s forehead hit the floor, his breathing gradually weakening.
A few minutes later, the fist he had clenched slowly relaxed, his eyes slowly closed.
With a tilt of his head, he drew his last breath.
Wang Shuo took the room key from the table and left.
He locked the door behind him and quickened his pace.
Upon reaching the second floor, a gray figure suddenly emerged from around the corner.
Wang Shuo paused, looking at the face that was identical to Butler Mo’s, and then thinking back to the lifeless Butler Mo in the room, he felt something wasn’t quite right.
