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Little White was severely injured, and he had never been hurt this badly before. This was Little White's first time being captured and tortured, his first time enduring such abuse. When Mo Yue checked his wounds, he saw some... ambiguous marks on his body.

Fuck, these damned beasts.

Mo Yue felt the veins on his forehead about to burst; they actually dared to treat Little White like this. Just now, when he was only focused on how much pain Little White was in, he had missed one of the special forces' ambiguous movements. Now that he thought about it, it was like a snake crawling up his spine.

Little White was unconscious, with blood all over his face. Mo Yue held him tightly, tears welling up in his eyes as they stung, "Little White, Little White..."

The hoarse call mixed with a tremble of suppressed sobs; he wished he could tear off his own hands. His nose felt stuffy and almost cried out, "Little White, it's Brother’s fault, Brother is wrong. When you wake up, no matter what you want to do—scold me or hit me or kill me—I won’t stop you..."

The overwhelming despair and remorse left him at a loss for words. If time could be turned back, he would rather cut off his own hand than lay it on Little White; instead, he would watch with tenderness as he pleased to do so. He wanted to hit or kill anyone else, and Mo Yue wouldn't care—letting him do whatever he wished, but never hitting Little White.

If he hadn’t hit Little White, this situation wouldn't have happened.

The blood from the transfusion bag was slowly being infused into his veins. Mo Yue gave him simple yet effective treatment for all of his wounds; there were many injuries on his legs—scratches and puncture wounds, among other things... Mo Yue ground his teeth in anger. Little White’s lips were dry and chapped, looking severely dehydrated. Mo Yue slowly poured the saline solution and glucose from a small bottle into him. To keep their weight down, they only carried small bottles of these fluids; there wasn't much left, but it was enough to give someone some energy.

Little White slept quietly, seemingly very tired and exhausted, so calm that he fell asleep like this without a care. Mo Yue called his name repeatedly but couldn’t wake him up, his heart feeling as if it were being cut by a knife.

Wu Shuang asked, "Boss, don't waste time in the prison; leave as soon as possible."

"Little White can't walk. I can't take him out through the air vent, so we'll have to go straight ahead and change our route. You guys will cover for us. Once he wakes up, I’ll bring him out." Mo Yue said concisely; Wu Shuang understood.

The boss would need to take Little White straight ahead, passing through the eastern main road where there were dozens of guards with every sniper point having a 100% line-of-sight view of the east gate. If he carried Little White, he wouldn't be able to move quickly on this route; in other words, they would either die or suffer severe injuries.

Wu Shuang observed their position and ordered Feng to head to the second floor of the building overlooking the eastern main road. If a confrontation happened when they exited, Feng should clear out the snipers first; Wu Shuang would deal with other defenses while Yun led them away.

No Double called Feng to arrange for a helicopter to land four kilometers away at the airport and to activate four military fighter jets. If there's any combat, he ordered them to wipe out everything here.

Moyao said over the channel, "No need to make too big of a commotion. Just send the helicopter over. There's no need to cause panic or chaos. We're going to Mexico, and once we leave US territory, things will be easier."

No Double thought about it for a moment before nodding and making new arrangements. Yun worriedly asked Moyao, "Boss, how is Xiao Bai Is he okay"

Moyao didn't answer; there was no way he could be okay after what had happened. But as for what happened to Xiao Bai here, Moyao would never tell anyone else. He tenderly brushed away the sweat-soaked hair from Xiao Bai's forehead and waited until he woke up.

Wind suddenly shouted, "Boss, be careful! Two special forces soldiers are heading towards the prison. They'll arrive in ten minutes. You need to evacuate."

Moyao frowned as he quickly packed his equipment. He didn't have time to evacuate; Xiao Bai hadn't woken up yet, and Moyao couldn't take him along like this. Moyao thought for a moment before putting on adhesive gloves and booties and sticking himself to the top of the wall like a cockroach. Thankfully, it was dark and no one noticed that he was there because the walls were rough and his position wasn't very secure. Moyao relaxed slightly as the prison's only conscious man didn't understand why he did this.

The moment the door opened, those two special forces soldiers approached Xiao Bai's cell with bottles of alcohol in hand and began drinking while walking over to him. They laughed lecherously as they entered his cell and started to awaken him. Moyao suddenly realized what these men wanted: they intended to humiliate Xiao Bai and do whatever they wished with him. There were no women at this base, so the special forces soldiers stayed here for years without any company; as a result, all sorts of strange things happened in military camps. Some even suffered from sexual perversions due to long-term abstinence. They were used to seeing rough men and found Xiao Bai's delicate appearance particularly attractive.

Moyao finally understood why they destroyed other people’s appearances and eyes but left Xiao Bai unharmed. Moyao clenched his teeth as he watched them pinch Xiao Bai's nose and call out, "Wake up, little beauty." They said it was no fun to have sex with a corpse, so they preferred seeing Xiao Bai weep and beg for mercy beneath them.

“Little beauty, your brother is here to hurt you….” He patted Xiao Bai’s face and asked his companion, “He won’t resist today, right”

"If he's already dead, what good would it do to resist"

The other person took a few steps back and drank for the thrill. When Moyao Xiao Bai regained consciousness, his eyes widened in surprise before returning to their usual calmness and disdain. He was battered so badly yet remained spotless as though his pride had never been defiled.

These men seemed excited; one began unfastening his belt while making the most despicable moves. Moyao Xiao Bai coldly mocked him, saying he was impotent. The other man's face showed nothing but arrogance and disdain. Moyao finally understood why so many of Xiao Bai’s wounds were self-inflicted.

The drinking man threw down his bottle and tried to approach them as well. Moyao silently dropped his legs onto the man's head, still sticking to the wall with both hands. Before the man could even open his mouth, Moyao used his legs to snap the man’s neck. He then gently lowered the body without making a sound. Xiao Bai had clearly seen this and turned pale. Seeing that Xiao Bai appeared frightened and ashamed, the other man became even more excited. Knowing that they were able to make Xiao Bai show emotions beyond disdain made them feel accomplished; he was so ashamed it seemed he wanted to bury himself somewhere. This further fueled their excitement as one of them lunged forward to grab Xiao Bai's legs. Moyao patted his shoulder and coldly said, “You’re too slow.” He stabbed the man’s throat with a small military dagger, spilling blood everywhere. Another person taken care of, he dragged both bodies together. Xiao Bai finally noticed something was wrong; his wounds had been treated, and he felt some strength returning. … Moyao must have dealt with their corpses. Turning to go over and help Xiao Bai up, he found the latter rolling on the ground and hiding in a dark corner. "Don’t touch me."

"Xiao Bai…" Moyao called out his name anxiously. Xiao Bai looked at him like a frightened bird; all traces of his usual arrogance were gone, replaced by fear and shame. He couldn't believe that Moyao had seen this… Why hadn't he died from the knife wound just now Wouldn’t it have been better if he did

The Whitey looked disheveled; he dared not meet Mo Yue's gaze and merely turned his head away, speaking coldly, "Get lost, I don't need you to save me. Get out of here..." At the end, his fists pounded hard against the wall.

"Don't be upset, don't be upset... I won't go over there, Whitey, I won't go over there, don't hurt yourself..." Mo Yue hurriedly waved his hands; he knew that this time, what they had done to Whitey was too great. Whether it was him or their enemies, they had both left a shadow on his mind. He hated himself.

He looked at the hate in Mo Baite's eyes toward him and understood that Whitey should hate himself; if not for him, he wouldn't have ended up this way. With Whitey’s cautious personality, he would never let things get so out of hand.

The Whitey was flustered, trembling involuntarily, shaking his head, curling into a ball and cowering in the corner while trembling. Tears welled up at the corners of his eyes due to some physical reactions, but he didn't want to cry; yet he couldn’t control the side effects of something beginning to flare up within him. Mo Yue thought that Whitey was crying and felt as if he had been slapped several times in the face; he watched anxiously as tears streamed down Whitey's cheeks uncontrollably. The Whitey trembled so violently, looking pained and distressed, banging his head against the wall. Mo Yue rushed over, embracing his head. "Whitey, don't do this..."

"Get lost!" The Whitey growled, pushing Mo Yue away; it seemed he felt that Mo Yue hadn’t moved far enough away from him and kicked him so hard that pain shot through the Whitey’s body. Unparalleled knew that at present, the Whitey was most unwilling to see Mo Yue, saying, "Boss, give the earphones to the Whitey; I want to speak with him."

Though Mo Yue was reluctant a thousand times over, he still gave the earphones to the Whitey. The Whitey didn't wish to hear anyone talk, and Mo Yue forced them onto his head. Unparalleled said, "Whitey, don’t be afraid; it's me, I'm here outside... everything will be okay..."

It was rare for Unparalleled to speak so gently with the Whitey; she knew that what he must have endured inside was inhuman treatment. At this moment, his body and soul were at their most vulnerable point, unable to withstand even a hint of provocation.

"Whitey, come out with me, we’re going home. Can you talk about it once we get there"

The Whitey removed the earphones from his head and tossed them to Mo Yue, his gaze filled with hatred and determination. "I don't want you to care for me or save me; I don’t wish to see you either... leave..."

Although he couldn’t speak clearly, these words came out smoothly. The Whitey stared fixedly at Mo Yue's hand—the hand that had hit him before—Mo Yue as if pierced by countless arrows. There were things the Whitey could forget and not care about, but he couldn't forget that he once hit him.

Anyone else could have given him a slap; it was just that he himself couldn’t. That slap had stripped him of all his self-respect and directly led to his current state.

Mos Yue subconsciously clenched his right hand, teeth gnashing in pain as the Whitey turned away from him.

The two brothers fell into silence; Unparalleled said that at this moment, the Whitey was emotionally agitated and suggested waiting until he calmed down before talking to him. No one would visit the prison anytime soon, so Mo Yue had plenty of time to wait with him.

The Whitey ignored Mo Yue’s existence entirely and didn’t care how long he remained there; it might lead to danger. Mo Yue told Unparalleled that he wanted to remove his earphones, but she wouldn't allow it—what if the outside situation changed He couldn't take off the earphones. Unparalleled switched to a private channel: "Speak with Whitey if you have anything to say; only I can hear this conversation, and Fengyun won’t be able to listen in."

Moyao looked at Xiaobai, "If you don't leave, I'll stay here with you. If you want to die, I will die with you."

"Suit yourself." Xiaobai acted indifferent, but Moyao knew that couldn’t be further from the truth. If he wanted to die, there were countless ways for him to do so; no one could force him otherwise, yet he didn't.

Xiaobai was aware that after he slapped him, it seemed like he died in a way, and Moyao would live his entire life as if in a daze. Their heart knots would remain unsolved for the rest of their lives; he might spend his whole life in nightmares, possibly going mad. Therefore, despite the excruciating pain, he managed to endure.

Moyao said, "Xiaobai, I shouldn’t have hit you that day. Please, no matter how much you hate me, can we discuss it once you leave Even if you cut off my hands, I’ll accept it."

"Alright then, go ahead and cut them now," Xiaobai replied from the shadows, not even glancing at him. Wu Shuang was worried that Moyao might actually do something rash; Moyao said, "No, we can’t cut them off just yet. I still need to use my hands to help you escape. Once out of here, I’ll immediately sever them as an apology, okay"

"Cut now."

"I won’t!"

"Then leave. If not, I’ll call for help and everyone will know you’re here, see if you can escape then." Xiaobai was resolute, but Moyao responded firmly, "Go ahead and yell; bring everyone over, I’ll die with you."

Xiaobai sneered without saying anything else.

Moyao explained what happened that day. "That day, I lost my temper completely. No matter what Bai Liucheng said, it didn’t justify hitting him. Anyone witnessing such a scene would be furious. In the moment, I couldn't control myself and hit you. I thought you were too capricious and unruly, but I forgot that your capriciousness and lawlessness were nurtured by me. I should have slapped myself for my anger instead of hitting you."

Xiaobai was emotionally fragile at this moment, especially now. Therefore, Moyao spoke to him in an unprecedentedly gentle tone, lowering himself completely, trying his best to make Xiaobai feel more relaxed and taking all the blame upon himself. He wanted Xiaobai to leave with him temporarily, so he needed Xiaobai’s forgiveness.

Otherwise, Xiaobai wouldn’t agree to go, and Moyao would rather die together than have Xiaobai give up on living, especially after seeing such a pathetic side of Xiaobai. If he didn't want to live before, then after witnessing this scene, Xiaobai truly wanted to end his life.

He absolutely couldn’t let that happen. mock her. She believed that Lin Ning had long forgotten her, remembering nothing at all since she was just a passerby in his life.Hearing that Lin Ning remembered, she felt flustered and at a loss fo...