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"Really!" Mo Yao gave him the most direct affirmation. The pallor in Bai Liu’s eyes gradually faded, giving way to vibrant colors. He suddenly burst into laughter; however, the sound tugged at his wounds, causing him to pause momentarily. But that man raised his proud head and appeared so spirited, like an emperor commanding mountains and rivers: "Then let me see just how important I am. I want to witness my man charging ahead for me with his own eyes."

I want to witness my man charging ahead for me.

My man.

Moo Yao's gaze darkened, like the deepest still pond where no color could be seen. Beneath that surface lay depths and weight, as if concealing countless ripples and hidden currents, along with myriad joys and sorrows, yet all was covered by a sheet of dead water, undisturbed despite what churned beneath.

He looked at the man bound to the cross, clad in pristine white but stained with blood. Yet none of it diminished his spirited demeanor; he seemed born proud, raising his head so naturally and confidently.

Moo Yao felt that this Bai Liu was absolutely captivating.

They were speaking in Chinese. All the assassin agents were foreigners and none of them could understand Chinese, which made them feel uneasy. A German man barked at them to shut up; both Moyao and Bai Liu understood German. The cold gaze that was as sharp as a blade swept over him, freezing him like ice would, almost making it seem as though he was being flayed alive. Moyao’s eyes were quick and recognized the man as one of those from the conference room on that day—the middle-aged man who had been shot by the gunman. No, there should be some familial relationship between them, since they shared a certain resemblance in their features. The management of Berlin's trading market was somewhat peculiar, with many relatives being involved, thus forming connections among various families. Moyao concluded that this man must either be the old man’s son or nephew.

Moyao got straight to the point and asked, "What are your conditions"

He didn't appear like someone who was being held hostage at all—just like Bai Liu, he didn’t look like a bargaining chip either. He appeared so calm and domineering, as if this abandoned place were their stage where they could act freely. It seemed to be their center, where they could walk about without restraint.

The young man squinted his eyes dangerously, with a cold metallic glint flashing across them. Moyao’s gaze shifted, and the barrels of guns on the side almost all locked onto him. With just a command from him, they would turn him into a pincushion.

Moyao gave a cold laugh. He wasn’t worried at all; he’d seen enough bluffing to know that if they really wanted his life, Bai Liu wouldn’t be alive now. This was simply a trap, with Bai Liu serving as bait. Now he felt relieved that this young man had some desire for kingship, allowing Bai Liu to survive and chat with him casually. He didn't mind stepping into the trap created because of him.

He believed he could take them both out alive.

The youth said, "Don Corleone indeed is straightforward; I want you to kill Krupp and hand over control of the black market trading back to us."

An middle-aged man spoke sternly, "Yes, kick Krupp the traitor out of their territory and go back to your Rome. The black market in Berlin is ours. You're an outsider; on what basis do you think you can share it"

Moyao stood with his hands behind his back, looking arrogant. "If you have the ability to come to Rome and take over my market, I welcome it as long as you are capable of it. But I doubt if you qualify. The strong rule in this world full of powerful people; whoever is stronger can seize the market. You took the black market in Berlin from others, so why can't I do the same"

The youth said, "Shut up! You’re twisting logic. You’ve taken my father’s life and our family's honor away. We won’t let you off easy. Whoever is stronger has the right to claim the market. Even if I use lowly methods, this man is under my control. If you don't agree, I'll kill him."

Moyao looked at him coldly and even mockingly, "Do you really think he’s that important"

The nearest burly man swung his iron rod and hit Bai Liu's abdomen. Moyao saw everything in slow motion; blood spurted out of Bai Liu's mouth, forming a half-circle in mid-air before falling to the ground. Moyao clenched his fist tightly, as if he had been punched, feeling dull pain in his heart. Bai Liu felt real pain in his throat and burning agony in his abdomen, continuously bleeding from his lips. But he still kept his head high; another blow came down on his abdomen with the same force and wound, causing more blood to spray out. Moyao knew that if hit again, Bai Liu's pancreas would be damaged and his stomach injured.

Just as the man raised his rod for a third time, Moyao said firmly, "Stop; I agree."

Moyao spoke in a low voice, narrowing his eyes to stop the burly man’s assault. “I agree; let him go.”

He rarely had any weaknesses, but he now had to admit that someone had found his weakness. He couldn't watch idly as Bai Liu was killed right before him; this man loved him so passionately and said, "I want to see my man fight for me." He also couldn’t let Bai Liu die because he wanted Bai Liu to witness it too. The young man sneered and threw a phone at him: "Order your people to kill Krober first."

It was clear they hated Krober to the core. Mo Yue glanced at Bai Liu, who looked exhausted but smiled as he watched Mo Yue. Mo Yue dialed Yun’s number and said, “Kill Krober.”

"Boss..." Yun seemed puzzled by this order. But Mo Yue was too lazy to explain and simply said, "This is an order!"

“Yes!” Yun's cold but respectful attitude came through the phone as he relayed the message. Mo Yue knew that someone would inform them of his promise being fulfilled, except if it were to a dead man. He wanted back control over the black market trading; whether or not he could survive was another matter.

The young man reached out and gestured for Mo Yue to hand him the phone. Mo Yue’s gaze shifted to Bai Liu who gave a faint smile. Mo Yue tossed the phone in the air, the pale white device tracing an arc as it flew towards the young man. The latter was so pleased he looked up at the phone and stretched his arm out to catch it. In that split second, nobody saw how Mo Yue moved, but his hand already held a gun pointed at the young man’s head; the bullet shot through his skull. At the same time, Mo Yue rolled on the ground and fired two shots into Bai Liu's rope-bound hands. Wherever Mo Yue had just been lying down was now littered with bullets. Bai Liu tumbled from beside the cross to a pile of old car parts, covering his head as he dodged the incoming bullets; they all hit the car parts, which were the only dead angle in the derelict area.

This series of actions was carried out smoothly and flawlessly, like it had been practiced countless times before.he female reporter asked again, "Then what does President Ye feel""It's great." Ye Feimo replied calmly. Sunny chuckled; yes, it was indeed great. She couldn't pinpoint exactly why, but she felt incre...