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rous other businesses. However, the core profit source for the First Terrorist Organization is military arms.This includes profits from both legal and illegal channels for weapon transactions. Almost...The Substitute Wife of the President: Complete 756
Moyao and Bai Liu entered a period of ambiguous relationship. He didn't avoid Bai Liu's feelings, nor did he accept them; instead, he conveyed that while he liked her, it wasn't romantic love yet. If Bai Liu decided to let go, he would be fine with it, but if they could develop further, the time hadn’t come for that yet either. Bai Liu was a very patient person. That day in the bathroom, when he clenched his fist after thinking about Moyao seeking help from his right hand, he started to clash with Moyao head-on, convinced that he would eventually win over Moyao. In Bai Liu's mind, Moyao was an exceptionally pure and innocent person, someone who could display both extreme purity and coldness. He was very pure in his heart and single-minded about things, loyal and righteous towards friends, and incomparable when it came to his brothers; everyone under him respected him immensely, while he treated enemies with utmost coldness.
Such a person would be won over for life once he’s captured.
Bai Liu was quite confident about this. However, alongside that confidence, there seemed to be a little demon in his heart. He found that from that day onwards, he had developed an unusually strong yearning towards Moyao's body. Moyao could practically be looked at by another man with a cool gaze anytime and anywhere, which made him laugh and cry at the same time. Unable to bear it any longer, he asked, "Hey, is this really necessary"
Bai Liu told him very seriously, "It's extremely necessary."
Moyao fell silent, also thinking about his own strong yearning towards Xiao Bai. He couldn't find words to describe it; indeed, it was very important. Bai Liu thought that he really couldn’t be blamed for this; it had to be Moyao’s fault for being so attractive. It was truly tempting, and under the same roof as him, how could Bai Liu appreciate Moyao's body with a normal mindset
Moyao's every aspect seemed to attract his gaze, and Bai Liu wished he could offer everything about himself to be accepted.
The way he looked at Moyao was bright and passionate.
Moyao thought it might just be a temporary infatuation; perhaps after some time, this feeling would disappear. He also felt quite astonished by his own feelings towards Bai Liu, who could find such joy in him, an uninteresting and cold-hearted man like himself. This couldn’t help but make him feel joyful and shamelessly elated inside. It wasn't denied that he was indeed happy; it seemed to even erase the bitterness Xiao Bai had given him.
Bai Liu is a great partner.
These days, Moyao and Yun were dealing with issues concerning the Krupp family. Almost half of Berlin's black market for transactions under the control of the Black Hand was now within their grasp. The puppet was quite obedient, so Moyao didn't have to put in much effort to take over the entire black market. He chose Berlin's Black Hand market because it had the largest jewelry black market trading area, and most of the Black Hands' jewelry came from smuggling, which meant they operated mainly through black markets. Therefore, he needed this market; after much deliberation, he chose Berlin as it was easier to control.
Now he began subtly discussing his matters with Bai Liu. The Don of the Black Hand family thought that Bai Liu would be scared off by it all but instead saw Bai Liu smiling and asking if he was the Don from The Godfather movie. Moyao replied that he wasn't; movies were movies, while reality was reality. He said, "Reality is much more terrifying, yet also infinitely better than any movie." Bai Liu couldn’t grasp these contrasting meanings, and Moyao didn't elaborate further.
He just wanted Bai Liu to know what he did for a living; everything else wasn't important.
He wasn't scared off, which is good.
The two of them walked out of Krupp's villa for the third time. Mo Yao had already settled everything with Krupp; there would be專人接手這邊的事，他的事情處理得差不多了。他們剛從克虜伯家裡出來開車一段時間就遇到了暗殺。以墨遙和雲的經驗來看，這些殺手根本無法對他們造成任何傷害。這一次來的人比較多，墨遙和雲把他們引到暗巷裡，逐一擊破。這個城市的角落時不時傳來槍聲，鮮血濺出，生命變得微不足道。在暗巷中有一個小型垃圾場，天上有一輪明月，明亮與汙穢的鮮明對比讓墨遙皺起了眉頭，不禁想到了他和白柳：一個是乾淨如明月，另一個則是黑暗如這暗巷。
During combat, being distracted is the most fatal thing. A moment of inattention and a bullet grazed his arm. Fortunately, Mo Yao reacted quickly. Because of Eleven's abnormal body, he inherited part of the unique abilities from this pair of twins; he had an eerie speed and strength that was scary to see. His physical functions were so strong that it made him stand out from ordinary people. When he was three years old, his condition was detected. Mo Yao trained according to his own body conditions, making him several times stronger than Mo Chen and Xiao Bai. Because of his special body, natural emphasis had been placed on his training. This kind of ability differs from Eleven's forced change in physical structure; it was innate to him, so he didn't have any aftereffects.
When dodging the bullet, only his clothes were scratched. He was unharmed. Mo Yao darted aside and fired three consecutive shots towards the black figure, hitting the wall and causing dust to fly up.
Suddenly, a cry of pain was heard; it was Yun breaking an enemy's ribs. They were fighting on the rooftop at the second floor. Yun pushed the person off from a height right in front of that black shadow, provoking his anger and making him immediately pull out a gun to shoot wildly. An angry person who lost their mind was destined to die, so Mo Yao killing him was almost certain.
These days they had encountered several attempts on their lives, all targeting Mo Yao.
The hired killers were from the bosses of the original black market transactions; there were small fry and big fish. Even the first terrifying organization's killer group received a deal to kill people. Kaka originally thought it was adding chaos to confusion, but since he believed in his boss, he knew that his subordinates weren't weaklings. Therefore, they no longer played this kind of game; if it had been when he was young and full of vigor, he might have participated, but now that he's grown up and is less passionate, he has become more steady, so naturally, he didn't participate in these boring games.
Yun was worried about Mo Yao getting into trouble, so he repeatedly advised him to leave. This time there were thirteen killers who had all been killed. Mo Yao and Yun returned to the car; Mo Yao said they would go back tomorrow. There would be Black Hand Party members coming to handle this matter. Yun sighed with relief. They went back to Mo Yao's apartment, where Yun drove away while Mo Yao confirmed their schedule for tomorrow night. As soon as he got to the door, something felt off; it was slightly ajar. He took out his gun and listened for any sounds inside, but only heard the wind. Mo Yao pushed open the door and found the apartment in disarray; the crystal chandelier had shattered on the sofa, there were clear signs of a fight, blood sprayed across one wall, and there were several bullet holes. Mo Yao was impressed by his own careful thought process in dealing with this.
Clearly, Bai Liu was captured.
They wanted to take his life, so they took Bai Liu as leverage against him, thinking that Bai Liu was important to him because he lived in the apartment and often went out together. Anyone who had been following him would know how crucial Bai Liu was.
Moe Yao frowned; did he still make a mistake In these few days, there hadn't been any obvious slip-ups except for that time at Brandenburg Gate when they saw him with Bai Liu...
There was a phone on the table that clearly belonged to Bai Liu. It was evident someone would call in due to the mess inside and yet this phone remained untouched.
Bai Liu, you have to hold on; I won't let you die.
It was hard to find someone who could be sincere with him. Although he hadn't accepted it yet, he wasn't heartless when it came to those who were good to him; naturally, he knew and understood that he couldn't let Bai Liu come to any harm.
Bai Liu was important to him because he could cleanse all the sins in his heart.
He wouldn't allow Bai Liu to get into trouble under his nose. Otherwise, he wouldn't forgive himself. Mo Yue pursed his lips and murderous intent flashed from his eyes as if it were going to kill someone.
Await was torturous; he could understand the feeling well because he had waited a lifetime for this moment. He wondered how long Bai Liu had been waiting, being afraid that he wouldn't come in time to save him.
That little guy seemed fearless, but he didn't know what would happen once someone like him fell into their hands. Would they beat and abuse him The thought of it made Mo Yue's face turn grim.
The phone suddenly rang. It was an unfamiliar number, but Mo Yue immediately memorized the number and sent it to Mo Chen to look up who it belonged to before he answered the call.
"Where shall we meet" Mo Yue asked directly without any beating around the bush.
The other person laughed. His voice became sharp and high-pitched, "Don't disappoint me, Father. Be straightforward: you come alone or this kid won't walk out of here alive."
"Humph, I can handle it on my own," Mo Yue replied coldly before hanging up the call. To deal with such riffraff, he felt that even one person was too much. Soon after, his phone vibrated and he received the address.
Abandoned factory in a suburb area.
Mo Yue went to the garage and took out a car. There were two cars inside the garage, but Mo Yue only drove one of them straight to the suburbs. The journey from downtown to the outskirts would take more than an hour, yet he sped down the road at lightning speed, arriving twenty minutes earlier than expected.
The car stopped outside the abandoned factory. Mo Yue put on his sunglasses and got out of the car. He could tell through his special eyes that there were sixteen people inside the factory. As soon as he turned his head, he also scanned the surroundings outside the factory where ten more people were standing. Four snipers were watching over the factory from all angles without any blind spots. The rest of them held a new type of assault pistol developed by the First Terrorist Organization, while three men carried assault rifles. Caca had boasted about these weapons to him and asked if he wanted to try one out; she praised both versions so highly that they were practically perfect in his eyes. The Black Hand's equipment wouldn't arrive until next month. He hadn't expected them to get their hands on such weapons already. Mo Yue pursed his lips: the First Terrorist Organization really had a rapid information exchange and distribution system.
The assault pistol was light, easy to carry, and could be fired with either hand. The greatest feature of the new model was that it could achieve sniper rifle accuracy even at a range of less than eight meters. Mo Yue frowned as he stood outside for one minute, analyzing all the weapons held by those people around him in detail and figuring out how he would get Bai Liu to safety.
As he walked, he observed the weapons inside. Two individuals appeared to be in charge as their gear was almost identical; they both held this particular model of an assault pistol. The other two were armed with a Baretta, which had more firepower than the first terrorist organization's assault pistol and depended on how it was used. If he wielded it well, it could prove formidable; otherwise, its effectiveness would be diminished by whoever else used it. His gaze finally fell upon Bai Liu. This child was usually neat and tidy, but now his appearance was anything but clean—covered in blood from both himself and others. There were several bruises on his face from the fight, and there was a lot of blood on his arm; Mo Yao preliminarily deduced it to be a penetrating gunshot wound. Well, penetrating wounds weren't that concerning. He was completely restrained like Jesus Christ crucified on a cross—his entire body looked exhausted, but he remained mentally clear-headed.
Mo Yao pushed the door open and immediately found himself facing over ten dark barrels of guns. Calmly stepping into the abandoned site, Mo Yao noticed that the light bulb above the entrance flickered erratically, causing an unstable light inside. It made everything seem surreal and exceptionally dangerous, creating a chilling atmosphere.
Bai Liu smiled, "Hey, you actually showed up."
The corners of Mo Yao's lips curled upwards as he looked at Bai Liu through his sunglasses. The man was clearly exhausted but still managed to smile brightly, seemingly happy to see him yet there was a pale and powerless look behind the joy.
Bai Liu didn't want to see this scene; he didn't want to see himself being targeted by over ten gun barrels.
Mo Yao said, "If you're here, where else would I go"
Bai Liu chuckled lightly and replied, "Idiot, I'm not that important. Why bother"
Why indeed
Moi Yao asked himself this question, knowing it was a trap but still stepping into it. Why the need Mo Yao looked at Bai Liu seriously and said, "I am no idiot, nor are you unimportant."
"Really" Bai Liu's eyes gleamed with hope as he looked at Mo Yao—really not that insignificant
Am I important to you
"Really!" Mo Yao gave him the most direct affirmation. The pale look in Bai Liu's eyes gradually faded, replaced by vibrant colors. He suddenly burst into laughter, but it pulled at his wound and he paused momentarily. Yet, that man lifted his proud head, appearing full of spirit like a king commanding an empire. "My dear, let me see just how important I am. I want to witness my man charging forward for me."ember. Gu Xiangyi smiled and said, "And we even spoke."However, there must have been some sad event that had happened to her at the time, making her look quite distressed. Not wanting to bring up her...