1075 Gold Medal

hospitals," said Mò Xiǎobái.The Ghost Face looked at Mò Xiǎobái in surprise. Transfer hospitals Wushuang's condition was too severe to move her, not to mention that Chu Nanfeng wouldn't agree. A hospi...1075 Extra Chapter for Gold Patrons

This city hurt the one I love the most, so how could I possibly like this place In recent years, all business dealings with Mexico have been handled by Mo Yao. Because of this, he hates it even more; they clash but yet cannot avoid getting close.

It's just like the drug trade that thrives in Mexico.

"If you feel too strained, take a rest here and we'll go home after our business is done," Mo Yao said without forcing Mo Xiaobai. Mo Xiaobai smiled, her eyes clear and gentle, inviting one to get lost in them.

Mo Xiaobai softly laughed and asked, "Big Brother, what if I accidentally go on a killing spree"

If the discussion gets too much for him, he might really lose control and start a killing spree. This is their territory after all. Mo Yao smiled indulgently as always and said, "So what if there's a killing spree If you want to kill, I'll be with you."

"Really"

"Really!" Mo Yao nodded seriously, such seriousness making Mo Xiaobai忍不住笑出來. Only Mo Yao would say such criminal words in this situation.

Every time he says these words, his face is so righteous, as if they're not going to kill people but save them instead.

A black mist shrouds the city sky.

At eight in the evening, Mo Yao and Mo Xiaobai left as scheduled.

An extended bulletproof Lincoln had been parked at the door; the driver was one of their own people. As soon as Mo Yao and Mo Xiaobai got into the car, they headed for the agreed location without any backup following them, effectively going solo.

The moment they left, a figure flashed across the villa roof and made a phone call to report on their movements.

The venue of the business negotiation was on the top floor of an entertainment complex.

From the outside, it looked like any ordinary entertainment complex. Mo Yao and Mo Xiaobai were very familiar with such environments; many casinos and entertainment complexes under the control of the Mafia featured a similar decadent atmosphere.

Mos Xiaobai's lips curled subtly without showing emotion, his smile ambiguous. The moment they got out of the car, they knew that there was an ambush around them. It seemed their opponent had prepared quite seriously, but this didn't worry them; no matter how bold their opponents were, they wouldn’t dare to touch them.

Unless they wanted to be wiped off the map by the Mafia.

Mao Xiaobai and Mo Yao directly ascended to the top floor. In a spacious conference hall sat three men in black suits with sunglasses, while another man in burgundy stood by the window, looking down at the scenery below from his vantage point on the high-rise; that was his world.

The rooftop isn't usually crowded, but the security is top-notch.

Moyao glanced at the three people around the conference table. One of them he recognized as someone he had interacted with before; another was a government official, while the third person was completely unfamiliar to him. Hearing footsteps, the man beside the bed turned around, causing Moyao and Mo Xiaobai to be quite surprised.

He's very young...

The man appeared to be in his early twenties, with a handsome face and delicate features. His eyes were uncommonly slanted, cold yet hinting at a touch of aloofness, shimmering enticingly. He exuded nobility and elegance, like a well-groomed young lord.

His presence was overpowering; even when faced with Moyao's sharp gaze, he did not back down in the slightest.

"Where is Mr. Thorn" Moyao asked as he stood with his hands behind his back, sensing a hint of danger. The leader of Mexico's largest mafia organization was Mr. Thorn, an older man in his fifties—not this young lad before him.

They were all seasoned veterans who could detect changes instantly and knew which person around the table was the boss and which one was above even that. Clearly, this demon-like youth by the window was the boss.

"Regrettably, Mr. Thorn passed away yesterday due to a heart attack; we have yet to announce it to prevent any power struggles. This is Mr. Fede, Mr. Thorn's son and the new leader." The official who knew Moyao explained awkwardly.

Moyao gave a cold laugh. "I specifically requested to meet Mr. Thorn. Since the Mexican mafia has changed hands, this transaction seems unnecessary."

Ferdie spoke indifferently, "What is Mr. Godfather worried about The deals my father was involved in will be continued here as well. Are you concerned that I lack the ability to ensure your interests"

The tone of this young master was cold like a corpse, flat and monotonous, but on closer listening, it hinted at defiance.

Moh Bailai casually sat down and whistled in such a tense atmosphere, "Beauty, don't show your claws so soon. It's not fun to be under my brother's watchful eye."

Moh Yao frowned; the other three were almost speechless. That whistle made them nervous, for the last person who called Ferdie 'beauty' had his tongue and eyes plucked out by Ferdie.

Ferdie glanced at Moh Bailai, a dark anger flashing across his face before he calmed down again. Moh Bailai crossed one leg over the other and said with a smile, "I remember that there are four sons in the Thorn family, two of them being brothers. You have quite a few blood relatives—brothers, uncles, and cousins. As for your eldest brother—the prince of your household—I've even met him personally; I kind of like his straightforwardness. So what Where did everyone go In terms of seniority, it shouldn't be your turn to ascend, right Speaking of which, Thorn is quite close to me, but he never mentioned having a son like you."

Ferdie lowered his gaze slightly and behaved obediently as if he were being compliant. He said indifferently, "After Father's death, my eldest brother was overwhelmed with grief and fell down the stairs to his death. My third brother killed my second brother out of fear that he might seize power, but our uncles deemed him guilty for breaking family rules by killing a sibling and executed him with one shot. I had an excellent relationship with my third brother; they shouldn't have killed them. I was furious, so I dealt with the uncles myself. My cousins wanted to retaliate against me as well, but I took care of them right there."

Moh Yao frowned and Moh Bailai whistled again, saying continuously how interesting this was. The Thorn family was a large clan with ancient traditions; sons were expendable, like chopping vegetables in their household. Sibling rivalry over power was common, lacking genuine brotherly affection. But what truly stunned Moh Bailai was the young master's casual tone while recounting these events.

Just after Thorn died, this seemingly harmless young master swiftly disposed of all his direct and collateral relatives within a day, sending them to their fates directly.

It must be said that such methods, intentions, and cruelty could not find another Ferdie in the world. Among those Moh Bailai knew, only Ye Tianyu was ruthless enough, but even he wouldn't go as far as murdering his father or brothers.e were contemporaries; there was no way he could be called a kid.Ye Feimo didn't explain further, but smiled as he said, "After you left, An Ning did not issue any magazines about you nor put you on t...