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Berlin at midnight was as silent and beautiful as a pearl embedded in the sky, tranquil and enchanting. Yet, when the city revealed its quietude and romance, it also hinted at an underlying danger.

Gunshots suddenly rang out outside a suburban villa. Eighty percent of the armed bodyguards on the perimeter rushed into the villa with their guns pointed at the man in the main seat. Dozens of black gun barrels were poised for action, the air thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood. It seemed that these men could turn the entire villa to rubble in an instant; another middle-aged man had already fallen dead on a chair with a bullet through his forehead.

Moyao's expression was cold. Beside him stood Yun, her pistol aimed at the man who had just died across from them. The other scattered men were panicked and didn't know how to react. Moyao calmly sipped tea; the sound of the teacup lid clinking against the cup echoed sharply, striking their hearts. The blood of the dead man was already staining the floor beneath him; no one dared look at him, even though he had been the largest powerbroker in Berlin's black market.

Silence!

Utter silence prevailed, save for the sound of tea lids clinking against cups. The other side only had two people, while they numbered dozens, yet no one dared move. For some inexplicable reason, none of them could bring themselves to shoot this godfather who seemed unfazed even by a collapsing world. Moyao's imposing aura intimidated everyone; in his eyes, the life of that leader was worth less than a fly.

"Who else has objections" Moyao asked, sounding extremely cold and businesslike. They finally saw killing intent on this man’s face, with his tightly pursed lips exuding an ominous atmosphere that made people shiver involuntarily. Such a man seemed to be like a death god walking out of the fields of battle, standing there unsmilingly yet fearfully, ready to cut down everyone else. He didn't even need to move a hair to destroy them all, and everyone believed this without doubt. Thus, their gaze turned to the first man on the right side of the leader, an imposing elder with clouded but sharp eyes like venomous needles. He was seemingly the largest figure in Berlin's black market aside from those who were dead, and the most influential person there; they all hoped he would give a command, even if it was just to order them to shoot.

All waited silently as Yun scanned her surroundings with focused readiness, prepared for conflict. If one erupted, she only needed to protect herself; Moyao definitely had other ways out of this situation, so she wasn't worried about danger at all.

The elder stood up in a fury and accused, "Mr. Mo, you are plundering."

Moyao replied, "Plundering I am plundering from you; who did you plunder To survive in this world, one must follow its rules. Everyone here is inherently predatory, it's instinctive. You survived by instinct and now accuse others for doing the same. It’s ridiculous."

His German pronunciation was thick yet precise, like that of a news anchor on German international television, as if he had grown up in Germany from childhood and been influenced by German education.

A man such as him was frightening, with a face different from their bloodline, speaking their language even more accurately than they did, imposing without anger, instilling fear and unease.

The elder found himself unable to respond. They were used to playing power games openly but rarely played dirty tricks; thus, in terms of rhetoric, there was no way they could match Moyao... The elder said, "We plunder our own country's resources here in Berlin, while you come over the border and plunder ours."

"Global resource sharing—don't you know this" Moyao asked coldly, his attitude arrogant and domineering.

Seemingly losing patience, he asked again in impeccable German, "Does anyone else have objections"

The voice was deep and dangerous; no one dared speak. The elder slumped back down defeated, like a deflated balloon, knowing it would be futile to continue arguing with such an overpowering opponent who wanted a piece of meat and would get it regardless.

Moyao was quite satisfied.

This time coming to Berlin, he aimed to take over the black market there. Moyao had accurate information that a large number of diamonds and jade would circulate on the black market from this year till next year, washing money through illegal means and turning it legitimate. They were experienced in such matters, and with the distribution of power held by the mafia in Europe, they lacked only Germany. After half a year of research and much negotiation work, along with this opportunity, he cleverly obtained what he desired.

The middle-aged man opposite the elder stood up; bald-headed and slightly overweight, with fat ears giving him a rather unscrupulous appearance. He bowed his back as he said many flattering words to Moyao. The others looked at his traitorous demeanor disdainfully.

This middle-aged man was called Krupp, an American. His status was equal to the elder’s. Now that the big picture had been set, it was only for the sake of competing for first place that Moyao knew what was going on and intentionally indulged Krupp's boldness while deliberately provoking others' anger.

The moment his old boss left, he betrayed him; every one of his subordinates felt indignant. With a wave of his hand, Moyao made a decision: Krupp would become the first chairperson in the black market transactions and everyone had to obey his command. Krupp fawned over Moyao as much as possible, but Moyao remained indifferent. He watched them squabble together while their bodyguards looked at each other uneasily, yet he did not speak up to stop them.

They were almost about to fight; Krupp couldn’t win the support of everyone else. The only advantage he had was being favored by Moyao. Otherwise, first place would have been the elder's.

Moyao and Yun left the villa as he had already finished what he wanted to do, making the remaining tasks much simpler. It wasn't his business for them to fight amongst themselves, so he didn’t bother with it. However, an unexpected event occurred—right when Moyao reached his car, he narrowed his eyes. His trained instincts told him that danger was near. In that instant, Yun suddenly rushed over and threw him down onto the ground;緊接著是一聲巨響，車子著火了，引擎蓋因爆炸的衝擊力衝上天又重重摔下，砸得稀巴爛，四處飛濺火花。

Yun was still shaken from what had just happened, anxiously asking Moyao if he was alright. Although Yun had pressed him to the ground and left no obvious injuries on his body, Moyao’s face was slightly flushed due to the heat from the blast. Suddenly, Moyao shouted something amiss and leaped up like a swift leopard, rushing back into the villa. A minute later, nine bullets were fired in rapid succession; when Moyao arrived, gunfire erupted chaotically as those guards opened fire indiscriminately since they didn't know where their target was. The conference hall was filled with people who had turned on each other, all dead except for Krupp who hid under the table out of fear. Each shot hit precisely between their eyes in an astonishingly accurate manner, akin to Yun's style.

Krupp shouted loudly, "I’ll do whatever you say, don’t kill me! I'll listen to everything."

He was now afraid.

Moyao heard the sound of a motorcycle driving away and ordered Yun to chase after it. Yun nodded and set off in pursuit while Moyao stood by with his hands behind his back, meticulously examining the indoor environment. He couldn’t understand how someone could carry out such an ambush so flawlessly yet manage to kill eight people instantly; this person's shooting skills were miraculous.

No matter who it was, anyone disrupting his plans wouldn't leave Berlin alive.

Moyao started another car since there were plenty of cars outside and the dead didn’t need them anymore. The vehicles raced fiercely on the streets of Berlin with Yun barely able to see who was ahead due to their speed. He rode a motorcycle at an extremely fast pace, making it difficult for her to catch up despite having powerful engines. The distance kept increasing; he had already reached the ground level but she still couldn’t catch him. Yun hit the steering wheel in frustration and cursed this demon.

Not only was his shooting superb, but also his driving skills were exceptional as well. Berlin's streets were nearly empty at night, with the rider weaving a zigzag path that made it hard to predict his movements. Suddenly he turned a corner from the road onto the pedestrian walkway and jumped down the steps; the motorcycle's performance was excellent on the stairs, causing Yun to stare helplessly. Her car couldn’t go down the stairs either. He arrogantly stopped and raised two fingers to his forehead, pointing at Yun before driving off again. Yun smacked the steering wheel hard almost breaking it.

Moyao’s car pulled up beside her, asking sternly, "What happened"

"Lost him," Yun replied quietly, offering no excuses. Moyao didn’t blame her but his face darkened. She continued, "I couldn't see who he was clearly; only that it was a man around 183 cm tall."

"Just this much"

"Yes!" Yun was almost in tears. Every time he went out with the boss, he had to be prepared for death, even if the boss didn't actually intend for him to die; he could sense the impending danger from the boss's silence.

Moyao narrowed his eyes and said, "Check it immediately."

"Yes!"

This person was likely framing someone else. Moyao guessed that the bomb might have been a mistake by this guy since his car model was the same as his father's; it was easy to mix up. Since everyone involved is dead and their methods are so similar to Yun’s, Moyao figured that upon examination, the bullet would also match Yun’s gun.

It was truly malicious to deliberately provoke a conflict between the Black Hand Gang and the Berlin black market.

Moyao had been very confident since he killed one person as an example and installed a puppet leader, Krupp, who agreed to be his puppet. So when Moyao killed someone else for deterrence, everything seemed fine.

However, this unexpected turn of events was troubling. These individuals were significant figures in the black market scene; their disappearance would definitely provoke resistance. What he thought would take three days might now require a much longer period to resolve.

The safety of Berlin also became an issue during these days.

Given that Moyao had killed so many bosses, there must be some underlings who are fanatically loyal and willing to die for revenge. That’s certain. This time he brought Yun along.

"Boss, can I bring in a few more people"

Moyao said coldly, "No need."

He would be targeted if he moved.

"Understood!" Yun followed Moyao's orders even though he didn't understand the reasoning behind them.

Moyao returned to his apartment at two in the morning. He thought Bai Liu must have been sleeping, so he tried not to make a sound, but the apartment was eerily quiet; it was past her usual bedtime and she wasn’t around. A bad feeling rose in Moyao’s heart, just as Bai Liu appeared smiling at the door with surprise written on her face like seeing him back home made her very surprised.

Moyao frowned. Bai Liu held two takeout bags in her hands. He asked, "Where did you go"

"I'm hungry and went out to buy something. I wasn't sure if you'd be back, so I got two portions. If you don't eat yours, I can have it for breakfast."

White Willow said cheerfully as he entered the door and kicked it shut with his foot. Mo Yao looked at him; he was wearing white clothes and black pants, looking carefree like a cloudless sky. His indifferent eyes were soft, and his entire being exuded righteousness.

"What did you buy" He asked while washing his hands. This hand had blood on it, but he never got blood on himself when killing people. He didn't believe there would be any karmic retribution, yet here in front of him, he automatically wanted to avoid the smell of blood.

Just like how he always avoided letting Little White know that he had killed someone; good people shouldn’t be tainted by evil deeds.

After washing his hands, Mo Yao came out. White Willow was already eating; he bought fried rice and salad. He took the fruit salad while leaving the fried rice for Mo Yao. Seeing him eat so happily, Mo Yao asked, "If you're hungry, can eating salad fill your stomach"

"You look hungrier than me. I care about you and want to give it to you," White Willow said blandly but sweetly. Not hesitating, Mo Yao sat down to eat; after all, he was indeed hungry.

He had written a letter on the plane and then negotiated with Krupp before attending a meeting without eating anything except for drinking one cup of tea during the meeting, which wasn't even strong-flavored. Thus, he felt extremely hungry, and everything tasted delicious when one was starving.

This fried rice was especially tasty.

"Where did you buy this fried rice at midnight"

"I made it myself," White Willow said. Mo Yao raised an eyebrow, and White Willow explained, "I suddenly felt like eating and used someone else's kitchen to make it with their materials. The chef is a good person who didn't charge me; they only asked for the cost of ingredients."

"Did you also make the salad"

"Yes," White Willow said, prompting Mo Yao to smile even more as he ate.

White Willow suddenly said, "This is my first time cooking for someone else."

"And this is my first time eating food made by someone other than myself," Mo Yao replied.

White Willow asked back, "Since we both have our first times with outsiders today, does that mean you’re going to be an insider from now on"

Ming Yao didn't understand what ‘insider’ meant in Chinese; he had no idea that White Willow was being cheeky. After all, the richness and depth of the Chinese language were vast, so he simply thought it meant the opposite of 'outsider.' Thus, he nodded seriously, "Alright."

White Willow froze for a moment before laughing uncontrollably, slapping his stomach and the table while rolling on the floor. Mo Yao was perplexed by this reaction, not understanding why White Willow was so amused.oo.The last time I didn’t win the Critics Award for Best Newcomer, Fei Mo said if I don’t get it at the Golden Chapter Awards, he would...She nearly blurted out "self-castrate in apology," but stopped...