"You’ve been drugged?" Ye Jiuliang took back his phone, his voice steady and calm, his tone certain.

"With the way you are now, if the blood on your hands doesn’t stop soon, you’ll lose too much blood. By the time your people get here, you’ll probably only be carried out."

Mo Yuan fell silent, the bright red blood incessantly seeping through his fingers.

If it hadn’t been for the secret attack, the drugging, he wouldn’t be so controlled by others like he was now.

However, the fact that this young man could easily discern that he had been drugged suggested that he was not as simple as he appeared.

At the very least, the impressive skill of the young man, as well as his courage in the face of danger, was enough to earn Mo Yuan’s regard.

"Add one more condition," Ye Jiuliang said, leaning against the railing, speaking in a casual manner, "I’ll help you."

The cold wind howled in his ears as Mo Yuan looked up at the young man across from him. Gazing into those clear, cold eyes, an inexplicable sense of familiarity arose in his heart.

The silence did not extend; the remaining color drained almost completely from his face. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

After weighing his options, he agreed, "Alright."

A slight curve appeared on Ye Jiuliang’s lips as he stepped forward with his straight, long legs, "Follow me."

Mo Yuan watched the slim figure of the young man and followed without hesitation, unable to explain this baseless trust he felt.

The corridor on the third floor was even darker, pitch black.

Ye Jiuliang reached out and pressed a switch on the wall; both rows of wall lights lit up.

Compared to her nearly silent footsteps, the person behind her made much heavier steps.

Pushing open the door of the private room, Ye Jiuliang walked in first.

"Come in."

With a "click," the lights in the room illuminated.

This private room hadn’t been entered for a long time; the air was tinged with a somewhat pungent smell.

As soon as he stepped into the room, Mo Yuan almost couldn’t hold himself up any longer, stumbling a bit.

He raised his eyes to the young man pacing back and forth not far away, and pressed hard on the wound on his arm, using the pain to keep himself from passing out.

After finding the medical kit, Ye Jiuliang turned to the man standing at the door and said indifferently, "Sit on the sofa."

Mo Yuan nodded, dragging his feet to the sofa.

Ye Jiuliang placed the medical kit on the table, opened it, and took out two small porcelain bottles.

Picking up the green porcelain bottle, she pulled out the wooden stopper and handed him a brown pill.

"Take it."

Mo Yuan looked down at the pill in her palm, his lips pale and tightly pressed together.

Ye Jiuliang scoffed lightly, "What, afraid I might still poison you?"

If it weren’t for Mo Chen’s sake, and the fact that she begrudgingly found him somewhat agreeable, she wouldn’t bother with him at all.

"Never mind," she said, pretending to retract her hand.

"Wait." Mo Yuan’s voice was hoarse as he reached out and took the pill from her hand.

This time, he didn’t hesitate, removed his mask, and directly popped the pill into his mouth.

This private room was exclusively theirs; it was rarely frequented by others, so naturally, there was no hot water, only a few bottles of mineral water.

Ye Jiuliang reached for a bottle and placed it in front of him; only then did she see his face clearly when she looked up.

His features were chiseled, the pale complexion unable to hide the man’s intense, formidable presence.

Especially those phoenix eyes beneath his sharp brows; the cold, star-like gaze was chilling to the bone.

Ye Jiuliang couldn’t help but be dazed for a moment; her father also had such beautiful phoenix eyes.

Unlike his coldness, her father’s eyes always held a gentle smile when he looked at her.

After a brief lapse in attention, she subtly shifted her gaze away.

"The blue porcelain bottle contains medicine powder, it can stop bleeding when sprinkled on a wound."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yuan once again expressed his thanks and reached for the porcelain bottle on the table, pulling out the cork and tilting the opening.

The white powder covered the wound, its faint medicinal scent overpowering the smell of blood. The piercing pain suddenly intensified, and sweat began to bead on his forehead.

But he was quite tough and didn’t let out even a grunt of pain.

After sending a message to Gu Xinuo, Ye Jiuliang put away his phone and turned his eyes towards him, with a thin, chilly smile playing on his lips.

Having taken the medicine, the bleeding from the wound on his arm stopped, and Mo Yuan’s complexion regained some color.

Hearing the low laughter from across the room, he looked up at the young man, "What are you laughing about?"

"The news that the president of Tengyue Group was targeted for assassination would make quite a sensation if it got out," Ye Jiuliang said nonchalantly, taunting.

As the dizziness gradually subsided, Mo Yuan was in the mood for some jokes, replying unhurriedly, "Would you spread the word?"

"That depends on my mood," Ye Jiuliang shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe one day, if I’m short on money, I could even go to a newspaper and blow the whistle on it."

At this, Mo Yuan didn’t get angry but laughed instead, his stern face revealing a rare smile that vanished in the blink of an eye.

Imitating the young man’s teasing tone, he joked, "How about I promise you those two conditions in exchange for money?"

For some reason, he had a strange illusion that talking with the young man before him was quite pleasant, feeling an unprecedented sense of relaxation.

"Really, there’s no business without scheming," said Ye Jiuliang with a glance and a light laugh.

"Turning two conditions into cash, wouldn’t that be a loss for me?"

She would rather use those two conditions to annoy Mo Su, wouldn’t that be more fun?

Meeting the young man’s sly smile, the corners of Mo Yuan’s mouth curved slightly.

With his sharp mind, he wasn’t likely to lose out.

Glancing at his wristwatch, Ye Jiuliang teased, "It seems like your subordinates have all gone home to wash up and sleep, forgetting you here."

Mo Yuan’s lips twitched slightly, realizing that no one could get a verbal edge over him.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and Mo Yuan tensed his back, immediately going into a defensive stance.

Turning his head to look, it was a young woman.

The young man across suddenly spoke, putting him at ease, "Anuo, this way."

Gu Xinuo glanced at Mo Yuan and calmly walked over to Ye Jiuliang’s side.

The two exchanged a look, and Gu Xinuo didn’t ask anything more.

Suddenly, Gu Xinuo’s phone rang.

Thinking it was Chu Chen calling, she tensed up inside, but after looking at the phone, she relaxed a bit.

Sliding to answer, "What is it?"

Whatever the person on the other end of the phone said made her obscure gaze fleetingly sweep towards Mo Yuan.

"What’s going on?" Ye Jiuliang asked.

Gu Xinuo said in a calm voice, "Some people have sneaked into the bar, looks like about ten, all wearing the same black combat gear. They don’t come with good intentions."

Although the voice wasn’t too loud or soft, it didn’t deliberately avoid Mo Yuan, who suddenly spoke up, "They’re not my men."

Hong Li was wearing a grey suit today, plus the fact that so many people had sneaked in, they couldn’t possibly be his men; it seemed more like someone was plotting against him.

Ye Jiuliang’s eyebrows rose slightly as he took the phone, his tone casual, "Tell them to get out. If they don’t listen, just grab them and don’t waste words with them."

The commanding words caught Mo Yuan’s attention, knowing the youngster was not to be trifled with, he didn’t expect such an iron-fisted approach.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Jiuliang handed it back to Gu Xinuo, "Anuo, please help me check it out."

Gu Xinuo stood up, patted her shoulder, "I’ll wait for you downstairs."

Ye Jiuliang hummed a response.