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Fang Jiachi pulled Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either, so she whispered 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 great respect both internally and externally. Her influence could be said to be immense, perhaps even akin to summoning wind and rain. Being so blatantly disrespected in her own territory, coupled with recent unrest due to Wu Shuang's actions within the organization, had only fueled Zhuque’s frustration. "Why should I fear him"

She looked at Mo Yao, "You might be the mafia Don, but this is London, not your turf. Furthermore, you aren’t a member of the First Terror Organization either— at most, you’re just our guest. We are discussing matters here; it’s none of your business to interfere."

Fang Jiachi was increasingly conflicted, unable to dissuade Mo Yao, who gave an icy laugh: "Guest Are you the host"

Zhuque sneered back, "Whether or not you're the host, it's none of your business regarding our affairs within the First Terror Organization. We’ve had enough of Wu Shuang’s troubles— she’s your sister; talk some sense into her and tell her to stop harassing Nanfeng... Ah..."

Before Zhuque could finish speaking, Mo Yao moved like a specter, suddenly grabbing her neck with one hand from behind. Zhuque cried out in pain: Mo Yao’s speed was far beyond hers. As she tried to assert her dominance over Mo Yao, she hadn’t expected him to strike so abruptly. With her throat clamped tightly and struggling for breath, she kicked at Mo Yao; he caught her knee with his free hand, twisting it forcefully...

“Ah...” Zhuque screamed as the sound of bones breaking was clearly heard by everyone present. Fang Jiachi was shocked, pleading with Mo Yao to let go— Zhuque had already fainted from the pain, her face pale and bloodless. Her right knee had been twisted and crushed ruthlessly by Mo Yao, a truly cruel and cold-hearted act. Fang Jiachi broke out in a cold sweat and nearly cried out loud. Under duress, she pulled out her gun; however, Mo Yao’s movements were faster still, his silver rifle firing without hesitation, the bullet grazing Fang Jiachi's right arm, tearing through her white coat, and effectively stunning her.

In history, no one had ever fired a gun within the First Terror Organization's territory.

Except for their own people, no outsider dared to act so brazenly on their turf. Not only did he break the leg of a leader but also shot at their fiancée in broad daylight; the gunshot was particularly loud and clear, causing everyone present to freeze in shock.

The people in the underground lab did not hear it, but those above heard and stopped their actions, looking at each other in confusion.

"What's going on"

"Could it be that the London police have arrived"

"How could that be It might just be an accidental discharge."

They preferred to believe it was a mishap rather than someone daring enough to shoot here.

The little white rabbit and Gao Mian in the ward were extremely surprised, as were Chu Chu. Mo Baixue asked Gao Mian to stay behind while he and Chu Chu rushed out. When they arrived, Qing Long, Bai Hu, Xuan Wu, Zhou Muhannan, and several researchers along with some top assassins and intelligence officers who happened to be at headquarters during this time had all gathered, but no one dared point a gun at Mo Yao.

The entire scene fell silent!

Chu Chu and Mo Baixue were also quite surprised. Mo Yao was choking Zhurou with his hand, standing much higher than him and lifting him off the ground by the neck. With his other hand, he pointed a gun at Fang Jiachi.

The man's face showed no expression, while Zhurou’s face turned ashen, clearly on the verge of fainting.

Fang Jiachi clutched her arm; Mo Yao's aim was precise. The bullet grazed through her white robe without causing any harm, leaving a scorching mark but no blood…

Moxiao White squinted her eyes to look at Zhou Muhan, who had a faint and indifferent expression on his face, showing little emotional fluctuation. Qinglong, Baityu, and Xuanwu were closest to Zhuque emotionally; they didn't know what to do in this moment.

Moyao asked Zhuque indifferently, "Choose your way of death. I want to see who would dare say a single word if I kill you."

Only his indifferent voice echoed throughout the venue, like cold wind piercing everyone's hearts.

The look on his face seemed as though he truly wanted to kill Zhuque.

Moyao was right. Even if he killed Zhuque and no one dared say a single word in protest, Ye Wei and Shiyi’s prestige within the First Terror Organization still held weight. The leader of the organization had retired at 35 years old, but others hadn't. They were indeed researchers or internal intelligence agents—old veterans who remained loyal to headquarters over the years. Researchers grew more valuable with age, while new recruits among assassins and special agents lacked clout compared to their veteran counterparts within the First Terror Organization. Moyao was Shiyi’s son; should he kill someone in this organization, who would dare speak up

No one dared respond. Zhou Muhan merely said symbolically, "Moyao, forget it. Zhuque did wrong by offending you. She's already crippled and punished enough. Let her live."

Fang Jiachi also pleaded, "Mr. Mo, please show mercy and spare Zhuque. She can hardly breathe."

Moxiao White whistled and clapped, saying, "Boss, you’ve been my boss for so long; today’s you are the coolest."

The others were speechless.

Kaka arrived late and asked with a furrowed brow upon seeing the situation, "What's going on"

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

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

Mo Yao gave a cold snort, suddenly hearing laughter. Wu Shuang's mocking voice floated over, adding a touch of seductive allure to the tense atmosphere, "Boss, what’s this all about Don’t you mind getting dirty"

Mos and Moxia were definitely born from the same mother, so their words carried an indescribable icy venom. Wu Shuang leaned lazily against Guimian's shoulder as he supported her, seemingly indifferent to the scene unfolding.

Mo Yao snorted coldly again, casually tossing Zhuque aside. Fang Jiaqi held back tears and helped Zhuque up; she had already fallen into a coma. She quickly instructed Xuanyu to carry her to the hospital ward and called for a group of orthopedic experts to conduct an emergency consultation.

Moxia sauntered over with a grin, clasping Mo Yao's hand in mock concern and patting it a few times — her sister did say it was dirty after all.

Zhou Muhuan signaled with his eyes, and the rest dispersed. Qinglong and Baihu also left; Mo Yao was right when he said that no one dared to speak up, not even then or in public.

Wu Shuang yawned widely, her tender pink lips curving upwards, "Big Brother Mo, do you really need to take it this far"

Zhou Muhuan reached out his hand and Chu placed hers in it.

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