The night was as dark as ink, shrouded in rain and fog.

"Ahh..."

A piercing scream cut through the clouds and mist, sending chills down one’s spine.

The steady drizzle washed the blood off the ground, the thick scent of iron mingling in the air.

Wei Xi looked at the scattered corpses on the ground and wiped the rain from his face with a hand.

This rain sure had perfect timing.

He turned to the person beside him and said respectfully, "Master, the leader of the Roles Organization has been captured by the men of Dark Hall. However, the person the leader mentioned wasn’t found—seems like they caught wind of us and ran off in advance. Along with the missing is Sun Yu."

The sudden rain had drenched the man’s clothes, the sharp edges of his handsome face wet with raindrops, those cold, deep eyes flashing a piercing dark light.

Ran off in advance?

To the left was the sea, to the right the mountains. With their sudden attack and the aerial surveillance in place, it was impossible to slip away so quickly without a trace.

Unless...

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the woods beside him. The cold wind howled, and a black shadow flashed by.

Who’s there?

Li Mochan gave a cold snort and quickly chased after it.

Hearing the noise, Wei Xi turned around and saw that Li Mochan had already gone far.

This is bad.

He wiped the rain from his face and hurriedly followed.

The bright moon was concealed by dark clouds, leaves rustling ominously.

Black boots stepped on the muddy ground, splashing the cement, the hem of the pants stained along the way.

Li Mochan’s eyes narrowed as he pursued the shadow ahead, his lips curving into a bloodthirsty smile.

He lifted his foot and kicked at a nearby bamboo tree. With a crack, a segment of the bamboo broke off and fell forward at an angle.

Sensing something amiss, the shadow turned back, only to see the green bamboo bearing down on him with fierce momentum.

The man’s complexion turned grave as he busily dodged the falling bamboo, unable to concentrate.

Seizing the opportunity, Li Mochan caught up.

Lifting his knee, he delivered a kick straight at the man’s stomach.

He had dodged the bamboo only to face a greater danger.

The man staggered back several steps, grabbing onto the bamboo in a rapid response, barely avoiding falling down the slope.

The mask above his nostrils concealed most of his face, blood trickling from his mouth, his lips drained of color.

One could imagine the force of Li Mochan’s kick just now.

The man glanced back at the slope, with the waves churning below.

He redirected his gaze and looked up; that tall figure was slowly approaching, the ice-cold darkness in his eyes unbearable to meet.

Li Mochan raised an eyebrow. The most dangerous place is the safest?

His thin lips parted, and a cold voice emerged, "Was it you who instigated Sun Yu?"

"So what if it was? Your Dark Hall failing to discipline your men and their seeking greater heights is nothing abnormal," the man in black replied, holding his aching stomach, while letting out a mocking laugh.

"Sun Yu, that fool has a great ambition, but unfortunately, he didn’t have the life to enjoy it."

Li Mochan asked, "And the Roles Organization, did you incite them too?"

"So what if I did? The collaboration was beneficial, a matter of mutual consent. How can you call it instigation?" the man in black retorted.

"Who’s the person behind you?" Li Mochan stood with his hands behind his back, playing with a black dart that had slipped from his sleeve to his fingertips.

The man chuckled, "Ha, you think I would tell you?"

Li Mochan’s expression remained indifferent as he probed, "Is it the Mo Family?"

The man’s smile froze, and his pupils constricted.

Concealing the unnatural look on his face, he said mockingly, "What Mo Family, don’t think about prying any information from me, do you really think I’m that easy to deceive?"

Li Mochan’s deep eyes dimmed slightly, not missing the flash of astonishment that had just passed in the black-clothed man’s gaze.

"Didn’t pry anything?" He curled his lips, sneering coldly, "Your expression just now proves that I, as the head of the family, must have guessed correctly." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"What you want to think is your business, it has nothing to do with me," the black-clothed man said indifferently.

He stealthily reached towards his waist, but before he could draw his gun, Li Mochan acted first.

The black dart left his hand, teeming with murderous intent.

In the blink of an eye, the dart pierced the chest, and the black-clothed man didn’t even have time to react.

Looking down at the dart in his chest, blood gushed uncontrollably.

The black-clothed man turned pale, clutching the wound, and looked up at Li Mochan, veins throbbing on his face, "Li Mochan, do you think you’ve won like this? I’d rather die than let you get any clues from me."

Before he finished speaking, he turned and leapt away.

Li Mochan’s expression darkened slightly. He stepped forward, looking down, where the waves churned, leaving no trace of the black-clothed man.

"Master."

Wei Xi came searching, looking around but saw no sign of the black-clothed man.

"Master, did the man get away?"

"He jumped into the sea," Li Mochan retracted his gaze and said blandly.

At those words, Wei Xi was slightly startled and quickly looked down; the vast ocean was unfathomable, especially dangerous tonight with the tide rising.

"Master, should we search for him?"

Li Mochan shook his head, "He was hit by my dart, he won’t survive."

He would lose too much blood, and besides, the dart was coated with poison by his pack’s youngest. On top of that, faced with the raging waves, surviving would be even less likely than a red rain falling from the sky.

Besides, knowing that this incident was related to the Mo Family was a gain in itself.

A dart? Was it given by the lady? Wei Xi wondered.

If it was from the lady, then the likelihood of survival was truly zero indeed.

Wei Xi asked, "Master, what about the women and children of the Roles Family?"

The leader of the Roles Organization made the wrong decision, and those who conspired with him must not be let go, but the women and children hadn’t done anything wrong. It might be too cruel to deal with them as well.

Li Mochan turned and walked back, "As usual."

Wei Xi followed behind him, "Yes."

As usual meant they would be let go, given some money to fend for themselves. Nevertheless, they still needed a warning, to prevent anyone from not knowing their place and causing trouble in the future.

Back at the courtyard, the killing had already ended.

The rain began to let up, drop by drop, tapping against the eaves and producing a clear sound.

Under the deep night, the personnel of the Dark Hall were already organizing, gradually returning to the warplane.

Walking past the messy ground, Li Mochan had not yet returned to the warplane when someone ran up to him.

"Master, your phone rang just now, it was Madam calling."

Li Mochan paused, taking the phone and redialing Ye Jiuliang’s number.

Wei Xi exchanged a glance with the young man, willingly returning to the warplane, firmly refusing to be a third wheel.

The call was answered after barely two rings.

The woman’s cool voice entered his ear, slightly uncertain, "Li Mochan?"

Li Mochan’s eyes, previously frosty, now softened, and the corners of his lips curled into a charming curve; he hummed a response, "Have you had lunch?"

Finally hearing his voice, Ye Jiuliang was reassured and spoke softly, "I’ve eaten already, have you taken care of everything on your end?"