Chapter 437

it wouldn’t be easy to take him back. Ye Tianzong asked, "Mommy, did Daddy bully you"Wenran said, "No.""Then why is mommy crying" Little Tianzong curiously inquired.Wenran explained, "Mommy and daddy...Chapter 437

Fang Jiagui tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either and whispered softly in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go."

Zhuque was an old member of the First Terror Organization; apart from a few individuals, everyone treated her with respect inside and outside the organization. Her authority could be considered unrivaled within her territory. To have someone look down on her like this in her own domain, coupled with the chaos caused by Wuxiang's issues, had long frustrated Zhuque. "Why should I fear him"

She looked at Mo Yao and said, "You are indeed the head of the mafia, but here in London, it is not your territory. You are also not a member of our First Terror Organization. At most, you're just our guest. We’re discussing matters, and whether we talk about something or nothing, it’s none of your business to meddle."

Fang Jiagui found herself at a loss; she couldn't persuade either party. Mo Yao gave a cold laugh, "You are the guest. Are you the host"

Zhuque sneered and responded, "Whether or not you're the host, it doesn’t concern you to meddle in our First Terror Organization's affairs. We've had enough of the trouble Wuxiang has caused. She’s your sister; talk some sense into her and tell her to leave Nanfeng alone."

Before Zhuque could finish speaking, Mo Yao moved like a ghost, his hands that were crossed behind him suddenly grabbed Zhuque's neck. She screamed as she couldn’t match the speed of Mo Yao’s movement. Just as she was about to suppress Mo Yao's arrogance, he unexpectedly struck back; her neck being choked made it difficult for her to breathe. She suddenly kicked out at Mo Yao, but he caught her knee with his other hand and twisted it.

"Ah!" Zhuque screamed in pain as the sound of bones breaking was clearly heard by everyone present. Fang Jiagui was shocked and pleaded with Mo Yao to let go; Zhuque had already fainted from the excruciating pain, her face pale without any color left in it. Her right knee was broken alive by Mo Yao’s cruel and ruthless action. Sweating cold sweat, Fang Jiagui almost cried out loud as she pulled out a gun reluctantly, but Mo Yao moved faster, drawing his silver gun and shooting instantly without blinking. The bullet grazed Fang Jiagui's right arm, tearing her white gown and stunning her.

For the first time in history, someone had fired a shot on First Terror Organization’s territory.

No one dared to act so recklessly on their turf except for insiders. Not only did he break a leader's leg but also fired at their soon-to-be spouse; and here in the courtyard where sounds echoed clearly, everyone was stunned into silence.

The people in the underground lab couldn't hear it, but those above ground heard it and stopped moving, staring at each other blankly.

"What's going on"

"Could it be that the London police have arrived"

"Impossible. It might just be an accidental discharge."

They would rather believe in an accidental discharge than admit someone dared to fire a gun here.

In the ward, Little White and Masked were very surprised. Chu Chu hurriedly came out with Ghost Face at Bai Xiaoba's insistence. By the time they arrived, Qinglong, Baohu, Xuanwu, and Zhou Muh寒 were already there along with some researchers and top assassins and intelligence officers who had been in headquarters during this time slot, but no one dared to point a gun at Mo Yao.

The entire scene fell silent.

Chu Chu and Bai Xiaoba were equally surprised. Mo Yao was choking Zhirou, towering over him with his hand raised, lifting the man off the ground like he was nothing more than an object in his grasp, while his other hand pointed a gun at Fang Jiaqi.

The man's face remained expressionless, but Zhirou looked deathly pale and seemed on the verge of passing out.

Fang Jiaqi clutched her arm; Mo Yao’s shot was precise, slicing through her white robe without causing any harm. It left a scorching burn mark but no blood.

Moxiao White squinted her eyes to look at Zhou Muhan, who had a faint and indifferent expression, showing little emotional fluctuation. Qinglong (Azure Dragon), Baityu (White Tiger), and Xuanwu (Black Tortoise) were the ones closest to Zhuque emotionally, but they didn’t know what to do in this situation.

Moyao asked Zhuque coolly, "Choose a way to die. I want to see if anyone dares to say even half a word when I kill you."

Only his indifferent voice filled the entire venue like cold wind.

The look on his face suggested that he was truly going to kill Zhuque.

Moyao's words were not wrong. Even if he killed Zhuque, who would dare say even half a word Ye Wei and Shiyi’s prestige in the First Terror Organization still existed. The leader of the First Terror Organization had retired at the age of 35, but the other members hadn’t. They were indeed researchers or internal intelligence officers; these people remaining in headquarters were veterans. Researchers became more valuable with age. New recruits among assassins and agents would be outmatched by those who had been around for a long time within the First Terror Organization. Their words carried more weight than new recruits’. Moyao was Shiyi’s son, and if he killed one person from the First Terror Organization, who could dare say anything

No one dared to respond. Zhou Muhan symbolically said, "Moyao, forget it. Zhuque offended you, which was her mistake. You’ve crippled her legs and given her a lesson; leave her life."

Fang Jiaqi also pleaded, "Mr. Mo, please let Zhuque go. She’s almost suffocating."

Moxiao White whistled and clapped her hands. "Boss, I’ve known you for so many years; today is the most handsome."

The crowd was speechless.

Kaka arrived late, saw the situation, frowned, and asked, “What’s going on”

Fang Jiqi didn't know how to explain to Kaka, as Mo Yao was the type who wouldn't explain anything. She could only grab Kaka's arm and say, "Nan Feng, please help her."

Kaka looked at Mo Yao, "Mo Yao, let her go."

Mo Yao snorted coldly; suddenly he heard laughter, and Wushuang's amused voice floated over. In the tense atmosphere, it added a touch of seductive charm. "Boss, what’s this all about Don't you think it’s dirty"

Mosiwang and Mo Xiaobai were absolutely raised by the same mother, so both of them had words that carried an irksome coldness that could kill without bloodshed. Ghost Face supported Wushuang as she lazily leaned on him, seemingly indifferent to this scene.

Mo Yao snorted again and casually threw Zixu away. Fang Jiqi held back tears as she helped Zixu up; she was already unconscious. She quickly asked Xuanyu to carry her to the ward and requested a few orthopedic experts to come for consultation.

Mosiwang sauntered over with a big smile, holding Mo Yao's hand in a pretentious manner—saying it’s dirty, of course.

Zhou Muhuan signaled with his eyes and everyone dispersed. Qinglong and Baihu also left; Mo Yao was right, indeed no one dared to say anything, even if they wanted to, not now nor openly.

Wushuang yawned widely, her lips curling up in a charming smile, "Big Brother Mo, do you really have to play so big"

Zhou Muhuan reached out his hand and Chu placed her little hand in Zhou Muhuan's palm.

Kaka looked at Wushuang.ǔ had behaved very規矩ly (properly), leading the first terrorist organization to steadily progress. He slowed down his pace and did not provoke any wars with anyone. Moreover, he cooperated well with an...