Chapter 651

he got injured after being kidnapped by someone and fell from a height of seven or eight meters. Ye General acted as a human cushion for her, but they both ended up hurt. It must be because fate is he...Chapter 651

Little White seemed not to have heard what he said; he shut his ears and senses, opposing everything outside. Mo Yue held Little White's face and stroked it slowly, until the stiffness in him gradually relaxed, and the blank look in his eyes regained focus. Mo Yue was deeply distressed when suddenly Little White pushed him away and crouched into a corner. Mo Yue knew that he had calmed down.

Little White slowly raised his head to look at Mo Yue; Mo Yue approached him step by step, cautiously, "I suddenly regretted everything in the past. Why did I hide my feelings Why didn’t I explain myself clearly to you Can you understand"

Moe Yue stubbornly held Little White's face and made his eyes meet his own. Mo Yue said, "Don't hate me; don't resist me. Can we go back to the past If you want us to be brothers, then we will be brothers. I won’t force you anymore. You can see me as your elder brother, and I’ll always be your elder brother forever. Can we return to the past Anything you want, just say it, even my life. Everything will go according to your wishes, I’ll pamper you all my life."

He couldn’t bear it; he couldn't stand Little White's resistance towards him, and he hated seeing those hateful eyes staring at him.

Mo Yue found that the times when Little White could smile, play, and act capriciously were so beautiful, so much so that Mo Yue felt heartache. He had torn this beauty apart with his own hands, hating himself for it.

The way he forced Little White to become like this now was because originally he intended to pamper him forever. Why did a little warmth lead him to hurt Little White

Little White shook his jaw nervously as if trying to suppress something; Mo Yue, concerned with his emotions, ignored the abnormalities in him. People are always like that—when they care too much, it makes them confused. Little White pinched his head, looking pained; Mo Yue held him tightly and repeatedly said sorry, sounding desperate.

"Let's go home, brother, I'll take you home." Mo Yue said as he helped him stand up. But Mo Bai’s legs couldn't even support him—his calves were injured in two places seriously, and after being tortured for half a month, his body was completely drained of energy. No matter how much energy he replenished, it wouldn’t be enough to help him stand up again. His hands and feet felt like they had been broken. Little White said, "After we get out, don't let me see you again."

His voice carried a deliberate coldness.

"Alright!" Moyao said, "After I leave, I won’t appear in front of you for the rest of my life. As long as you don't want to see me, there's no way you'll spot me." [Urban Fantasy]

Moxiaobai sneered coldly; all previous smiles vanished from his face, leaving only a chilling expression. Moyao thought painfully that he would be willing to die if he could bring back the Xiaobai of before.

The gun was useless for Moxiaobai, so Moyao didn’t hand it over. Xiaobai couldn't fire the weapon anyway; Moyao put away his equipment bag and held Moxiaobai in his arms instead. He originally planned to carry him on his back, but he feared that someone might shoot them from behind, worsening Xiaobai’s injuries. Rather than risk this, he’d rather carry the gear bag while holding Moxiaobai; they would die together if need be and live or die together.

The only awake inmate in the cell yelled for Moyao to save him. Turning back, Moyao saw him pleading on all fours, but his voice wasn’t loud enough. Moyao turned around again and carried Moxiaobai away.

He didn't have any strength left to help others.

The Wuduang’s heart fell; it really was quite difficult handling Xiaobai. Silently carrying Moxiaobai upstairs, Moyao hadn’t made a sound. Just as the Wuduang prepared to send someone for backup, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded inside the building, followed by chaos. The Wuduang quietly cursed "dammit"; if Moyao carried Xiaobai up now, it would be suicide. He didn't understand why an alarm was raised when they hadn’t disturbed anyone.

Moyao hid Moxiaobai in the darkness on the first floor while outside, a team of about ten people were searching for something. Two gunshots rang out from west of the building. Trained police dogs barked loudly and the area descended into chaos before slowly settling down again. Shortly after, two bodies dressed in black dropped from the fourth floor to the west; they had been shot dead. The Wuduang relayed this information to Moyao, advising him not to leave as there was an intrusion.

The Wuduang cursed vulgarly at someone messing up where they shouldn’t have; tonight another party was attempting a rescue, possibly for political prisoners within the building. These were likely special operatives from some country—how many more remained unknown.

Moyao crouched in the shadow, Moxiaobai sound asleep on his chest with even breathing, extremely at ease. A smile couldn’t help but spread across Moyao’s face; how adorable was this Xiaobai who had been so resistant to him It could have been days since he slept properly for fear that someone would harm or humiliate him. Yet now, amidst the chaos and gunfire where they weren't sure if they’d get out alive, Moxiaobai was sleeping peacefully in his arms.

Such a sense of ease.

Moyao thought that because of this trust, he would be willing to risk his life.

Get some sleep, Brother will definitely take you home.

Although Moyao was holding Little White, he had a pistol in each hand. He hid himself in the dark area, which made him less conspicuous. Since Little White's body couldn't fit into the air vent, they were currently stuck there and could only wait. Moyao narrowed his eyes and asked Wu Shuang, "Are there any people on the upper floors"

"There is a sniper position on the third floor with one sniper and an observer searching this building," Wu Shuang replied before suddenly speaking in a tight voice, "Boss, you must find a way to leave immediately. A team of people may be heading for the cell block, they are only twenty meters away from you."

As soon as Wu Shuang finished speaking, Moyao, holding Little White, crouched and rushed up to the second floor from the first floor. As soon as he reached the second-floor stairs, he accidentally hit Little White's head against a step. When Little White opened his eyes, Moyao looked at him; then Little White closed his eyes and went back to sleep. Soon after, there was a series of hurried footsteps. Moyao counted ten people heading towards the cell block. Once they entered, he carried Little White up to the second floor.

"Wu Shuang, which room is best for hiding" Moyao asked. Wu Shuang used his x-ray vision to survey and pointed out the last room. Moyao crouched down and carried Little White into that room. Immediately after, a commotion broke out downstairs with shouts of "The famous star is missing..." and "The hostage is gone...".

Soon, the entire building was in turmoil.

Moyao put Little White on the ground. Wu Shuang had directed Moyao and Little White to this room because it had a false ceiling with an empty space above the air vent. Moyao unscrewed the vent cover, found a chair, and placed Little White inside the false ceiling. Then, he moved the chair aside and tossed his backpack down when suddenly Wu Shuang hurriedly said, "Boss, they're coming up..."

The rooms were being checked one by one with a thorough search. Four special forces soldiers kicked open the door. The blood stains in Little White's corner had been covered up by Moyao’s moved table, so there was no difference on first glance. They searched for several minutes before leaving. Upon seeing them leave, Moyao exhaled in relief but suddenly heard an ominous sound.

The sound of wood cracking...

The design of this building is unique. This room is on the second floor, with a slanted roof formed by two sloping sides resembling a fan-shaped structure. The roof is made of wooden planks. Initially, the people living here probably thought it was too tall and unappealing without a ceiling, so they installed a suspended ceiling. They were neurotic about using metal rods to secure it but instead used several wooden boards nailed together to suspend a flat ceiling, making the house appear ordinary. Above this ceiling, they added an exhaust vent and a hanging lamp; the space above the ceiling is hollow, and even when Mo Yao stands up, he cannot reach the roof.

This building has been around for quite some time. The wood used here is glass-iron wood, which becomes infested with insects and weakens after decades of use. With Mo Yao and Mo Xiaobai’s combined weight exceeding three hundred pounds lying on top of the suspended ceiling, it was no surprise that it started to collapse. Mo Xiaobai looked at Mo Yao as he took out a rope from his equipment bag, looped it around an iron rod inside the roof, and hoisted himself up to reduce the load on the ceiling. The two men waited quietly in the darkness.

The place was very dark with no light whatsoever. Mo Yao hung in mid-air while Mo Xiaobai lay under the suspended ceiling. Outside, it remained noisy as Wu Shuang asked them about their situation and reminded Mo Yao to keep his voice down since there were observers on the third floor nearby.

Mo Yao said, "You three should leave and lure them away."

"And what about you"

"We'll wait here. Once you lead them away, I’ll take Xiaobai with me." Mo Yao spoke softly. Wu Shuang frowned, saying, "Understood, be careful."

For now, this was the only solution.

A few people in the prison had died and someone named Xiao Bai was missing, while others were sneaking in. There were no signs of a breach on the perimeter, indicating that intruders were still inside. If they conducted a thorough search, Mo Yao and Xiao Bai would eventually be found; thus, Wu Shuang could only leave with Feng Yun to draw attention away and make them believe that Xiao Bai had already been rescued successfully. Who would expect him to still be hiding here.

Gunshots in the dead of night sounded like the voice of a demon echoing throughout the base as Wu Shuang focused all her energy on taking down each marked sniper one by one, then opened fire with full force, bullets spraying out like water. As soon as one fell, another line went down; she killed as many people as possible.

Yes, she was killing them. Wu Shuang wasn’t a bloodthirsty person, but these were all top-notch experts here; each one eliminated meant less danger for Mo Yao and Xiao Bai. So Feng Yun and Wu Shuang would kill anyone they saw without hesitation. Within ten minutes, they had felled over ten people. The others dared not engage Wu Shuang in a direct fight, choosing instead to hide behind obstacles. Wu Shuang and Feng Yun threw micro bombs down causing intense explosions that allowed them to kick open windows. Each of the three carried long-range iron wire weapons, aiming at towering trees one hundred meters away and firing. Once the wires were secured into the trees, Feng Yun tossed a few more bombs for cover before they attached themselves to pulleys and slid out from several dozen meters up towards shrubbery outside the base at extremely high speed.t; Wu Shuang grabbed her collar, slamming her against the wall and choking her neck while demanding, "Say it. I don't have much patience."Yun had no choice but to recount what happened.In disbelief mi...