Chapter 631

te hour," Nuewan looked at him and asked softly. "Did you come to see me"Ye Feimo was exasperated; he had already shown up, yet she still said something so foolish. He could not contain his anger and...Chapter 631

Mine.

Mò Yáo's gaze darkened, as deep and still as the quietest pond, where the depths concealed myriad ripples and emotions, all hidden beneath a surface of placid immobility.

He looked at the person bound to the cross. The man was clad in pure white but was stained with blood; however, his spirit remained unscathed and as arrogant as ever, head held high with unwavering pride.

Mò Yáo found this Bai Liu exceptionally alluring.

They were speaking Chinese, yet the assassins and agents present were foreigners who did not understand a word of it. This made them uneasy; one German man bellowed at them to shut up, but both Mò Yáo and Bai Liu understood German. With eyes as cold and sharp as blades, Mò Yáo's gaze swept over the room, freezing everyone in place like ice. It was as if he were about to torture them with excruciating slowness. Mò Yáo quickly recognized one of the men present; it was a man from that day during the conference hall who seemed to be an aide or blood relative of the elderly man killed by him. More likely, this man was either his son or nephew.

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

He didn't look like someone who was being held hostage at all. Just like Bai Liu, he didn’t resemble a kidnapped victim either. He was so calm and domineering that it seemed as though this abandoned lot was their stage where they could freely indulge themselves. It felt as if the place were their center where they could move about without any restraint.

The young man squinted his eyes in danger, a cold metallic sheen flickering across them. As Moyao's gaze shifted to the sides, he noticed that almost all of the guns there had been cocked; as long as he gave an order, they would shoot him full of holes.

Moyao smiled coldly. He wasn’t worried at all. He had seen through such empty threats before. If they truly wanted to take his life, Bai Liu wouldn't be alive now. This was merely a trap and Bai Liu was the bait. And so he felt relieved that Bai Liu could still be alive and talking with him now. He didn’t mind stepping into this trap created by them.

He believed that he would manage to lead them out of there alive.

The young man said, "The Don is truly amazing. I want you to kill Krupp and return control of the black market transactions to us."

An middle-aged man spoke in a stern voice, “Right, scold Krupp this traitor. Roll out of their territory and go back to your Rome. The black market trading place in Berlin is ours. You’re an outsider; what gives you the right to take part”

Moyao stood with his hands behind his back, looking haughty. "If you guys can come to Rome and snatch my market, I’ll welcome it as long as you have the ability. But don’t be afraid that you won’t qualify for it. The strong are respected; this is a world full of powerful people. Whoever has the greatest strength can monopolize the market, just like how your gang took over Berlin’s black market. Why can’t I take it away from you"

The young man said, "Shut up! You’re twisting facts to suit an argument. You’ve taken my father’s life and our family honor. We won’t let you off the hook. What you say is right; whoever has the greatest strength can own the market, even if I use lowly means. If you don’t agree, I’ll beat him to death."

Moyao looked at him coldly as if it was ridiculous. "Do you think he’s that important"

The burliest man near Bai Liu swung his metal rod and hit Bai Liu on the abdomen. In Moyao’s eyes, everything slowed down as a mouthful of blood spurted out from Bai Liu’s mouth, making an arc in midair before landing back to earth. Moyao’s grip tightened; he felt like someone had hit him hard, causing a dull ache. Bai Liu truly felt pain in his throat, burning and stabbing with each breath. Blood kept seeping out the corner of his mouth, but he still raised his head high as if he were proud. Another blow came down on his abdomen again, hitting the same spot with the same force. A second mouthful of blood spurted out. Moyao knew that a third hit would destroy Bai Liu’s pancreas and stomach.

Just when the man was about to raise his metal rod for a third time, Moyao said in a firm voice, “Stop. I’ll agree with you.”

Moyao spoke in a low voice, narrowing his eyes and stopping the big man from beating someone up. "I promise you, I'll let him go."

This person rarely had any weaknesses, but now he had to admit that his weakness was being held by someone else. He couldn't bear to watch Bai Liu be beaten to death right before his eyes because of the phrase 'I want to see the people who fight for me'. Therefore, he also couldn't let Bai Liu die and wanted Bai Liu to witness him fighting as well. That young man laughed strangely, throwing a phone at Moyao. "Tell your men to take action and kill Krupp first."

Clearly, they hated Krupp intensely. Moyao glanced at Bai Liu; although he was exhausted and looked defeated, he smiled at Moyao. Moyao called Yun's number, "Kill Krupp."

"Boss...," Yun seemed puzzled by this order, but Moyao didn't bother to explain further. "This is an order!"

"Yes!" Yun's cold and respectful attitude came through the phone. Moyao knew that someone would be sending them a message soon, and he would fulfill his promise, yet if it were to a dead man, then there was no point in him saying so, as he wanted to regain control of the black market trade, which depended on whether or not he could survive this situation.

The young man stretched out his hand, signaling Moyao to give him the phone. Moyao's gaze turned towards Bai Liu; Bai Liu smiled slightly, and Moyao tossed up the pearl white phone in mid-air, throwing it at the young man. The young man was overjoyed, looking up with his hand reaching for the phone right when a critical moment arrived. No one saw how Moyao moved, but his pistol had already been raised; the bullet shot through the young man's skull. At the same time, Moyao rolled on the ground and fired two shots at Bai Liu’s ropes that were tied to both sides of him, causing a line of bullets to appear where Moyao had rolled. Bai Liu rolled from beside the cross to an abandoned car, covering his head as he dodged incoming bullets, which hit the car—the only blind spot in this scrapyard.k them, so they can't share anymore."Warmth was speechless."What about Second Young Master Ye He must know about such a big deal; what did he say"The moment she heard Ye Nimo's name, the bitterness in...