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handed the menu over to the waiter, "The two of you just enjoy your meal."Ye Tianzong pouted and bit his finger, whispering in Ye Feimo’s ear, "Mommy is so domineering. You’re too weak, Daddy."There...824

Moyao brought Lei to go on a cruise ship, with four people protecting them from behind. As soon as they arrived at the pier, he saw a middle-aged British man approaching him with a smile and offered his hand for a handshake. That was a rather honest-looking man who seemed harmless in appearance. Who would have thought that this person controlled half of Europe's drug market Moyao had a relationship with him because the Mafia had also been involved in the drug trade in their early days, so they inevitably had to deal with them. By the time Mo Ye and Mo Juan came around, they were already dealing with people from the European drug market, so by Mo Ye’s generation, the network of relationships had shifted accordingly.

Fis mainly dealt in drugs but recently wanted to enter the arms market. The most stable smuggling network belonged to the Mafia side, so he naturally thought of Moyao. Entrepreneurs don’t discriminate between industries; they play whichever one is profitable. Moyao was no exception. Moyao was also interested in the arms market business, but since terrorist organizations had already made huge profits from it, he didn't want to get involved anymore later on. If it was about helping someone transport and smuggle goods, he could still do that kind of business.

After exchanging pleasantries, they boarded the cruise ship. Moyao and Fis went to the main hall to talk business. As soon as they sat down, Fis clapped his hands, and a handsome man carrying an XO approached them. He had a tight-fitting body with long legs that were straight and slender, and he looked charming and clear-eyed.

Moyao was stunned for a moment, remembering this man whom he had seen in Rome. On the day when he and Bai Liu went to a bar and saw an assassin, it was him. He didn’t expect to see this man on the yacht.

Moyao sat still without showing any reaction, pursing his lips as he looked at him. The man seemed quite young and spoke very little. After placing down the drink, he sat beside Fis. Fis patted him on the face and laughed, asking him to serve Moyao.

Moyao raised a hand and said coolly, "I'm not interested in men."

Fis was taken aback for a moment before bursting into laughter. The man smiled lasciviously as his body twisted like a snake's, lying down beside Moyao with slender fingers brushing over his chest, gently tapping it like playing the piano keys.

"Godfather, am I not qualified to serve you"

Moyao was unmoved and coldly glared at Feis. "I have urgent matters today; once we finish talking, I'll leave immediately. Who is this person If he's unrelated, please ask him to leave."

Feis chuckled and said, "Do you see any resemblance"

Moyao frowned. He had been distracted all day and hadn't used his brain much; previously, he thought the man looked familiar but couldn't recall where he'd seen him. Feis mentioning it made him realize that indeed, the man seemed somewhat familiar.

He didn't want to guess riddles and waited for Feis to reveal the answer. Feis said, "You remember Riley, right This is his adopted son. Since killing Riley, he's been secretly controlling the cultural smuggling market in France; Riley was someone you personally promoted."

Moyao also recalled this figure. Riley was a Frenchman and an expert in cultural smuggling. The mafia also engaged in cultural smuggling, though it wasn't their core business but still contributed significantly to their profits. Moyao had eliminated the original boss to better control Europe's smuggling market because he was too arrogant and disobedient; thus, he elevated Riley, who was more compliant. This person was a puppet, doing little but being obedient.

Moyao and Moychen valued him greatly. These days, such obedient subordinates were rare, especially one who was also the head of a mafia clan. But within two years, this man had killed Riley. It was rumored to have been due to internal strife in the Riley family. This man didn't have any sons but adopted several; these adopted sons vied for power and brought him down. Moyao and Moychen found new replacements and abandoned their ties with his mafia clan.

Moyao finding this man familiar wasn't because he resembled Riley. He had seen this young man at a mafia meeting where the boy had looked rebellious yet harbored resentment towards him. Most members of the mafia had similar looks, which Moyao was used to and didn't find odd.

"What are you doing here" Mo Yue asked in a deep voice. The man grinned seductively, and Feis said that this time the arms market was mainly planned by him and this man, otherwise he wouldn't be able to handle it alone. Mo Yue usually didn’t like cooperating with opponents who had competed against him; he narrowed his eyes dangerously, sarcastically criticizing Feis for hiding things. Feis just smiled, and then the man said, "You doing business with Feis is still business, and me doing business with you is also business. What’s different Money doesn't discriminate."

Mo Yue sneered coldly, "I don’t lack money, so I choose my partners carefully. You’re not qualified."

The handsome man smiled in a sinister manner, saying icily, "If I’m not qualified, does that mean you think I lack the courage"

Trying to provoke Mo Yue had almost no effect on him. Mo Yue said, "Put away your tricks; they won’t work on me. Feis, we’ve known each other for years, and yet you try to set a trap for me—how daring!"

Mo Yue stood up, and Feis hurriedly got up to stop him. "Mo Yue, I have no ill intentions; it's just one business deal."

"A man who can even kill his own father—I won’t do business with him," Mo Yue said coldly as he looked at the time on his watch and made to leave. The man who had been sitting casually on the sofa suddenly gave a soul-stirring smile. "Godfather, do you know why I killed Riley"

Mo Yue frowned. "I have no interest in why you murdered your father."

"He wasn’t my father," said the man with a mocking laugh; his gaze toward Mo Yue revealed a faint hatred that soon disappeared. "In your lifetime, you’ve killed so many people that you probably don't remember how many lost their lives at the end of your gun.

Moyao narrowed his eyes and was about to respond when the phone suddenly rang. It was Mo Xiaobai calling, "Boss, where are you We're running out of time. Have you managed to get back yet"

The tone in his voice was anxious. Lost in thought, Moyao idly wondered if Xiaobai was worried that he wouldn’t make it in time for the wedding. With a faint tone, Moyao said, "I still have some details I need to confirm. Go ahead without me; I'll be there shortly."

"Are you okay"

"I'm fine!" It was clear that Moyao didn't want to waste any more time. He hung up the call and coldly looked at the man, "Who are you What do you want"

Moyao's group had already arrived at the venue; there were only thirty minutes left until showtime. Xiaobai was becoming increasingly nervous, his heart racing out of rhythm. Why hadn't Moyao shown up yet

Xiaobai couldn’t hold back any longer and called Moyao again. Before Xiaobai could ask, Moyao said, "What's the rush I'm on my way…"

Just as Xiaobai heaved a sigh of relief, a gunshot rang out, abruptly cutting off Moyao’s voice.

Xiaobai hurriedly shouted, "Boss... Brother!"r that, they wouldn't attempt to run anymore unless they had carefully planned everything.They attempted to escape three times in total, with the last one succeeding.But only he managed to succeed.Lea...