Chapter 630

other word, Ye Feimo grabbed Nuan's warm shoulder and pressed the photo-taking button. They took several合影 photos. When Nuan went over to take a look, she found that Ye Feimo's camera function was inc...Chapter 630

Moyao and Bai Liu entered a曖昧period. He didn't avoid Bai Liu's feelings, nor did he accept them. He directly expressed that he liked him, but not in a romantic way. If Bai Liu gave up, it wouldn't matter to him; if they could develop something, it wasn't the time yet. Bai Liu was a person with extraordinary patience. In Bai Liu's mind, Moyao was an extremely pure and sincere person who rarely showed such extreme purity and coldness. He was very pure, single-minded in his actions, loyal to his friends, and incomparable when it came to his brothers. No one under him would不服他; towards enemies, he naturally had to be as cold as possible.

Bai Liu still had great confidence, but at the same time, there seemed to be a little monster in his heart. He found that from then on, Moyao could almost always be calmly watched by a man anytime and anywhere. This feeling made Moyao unable to laugh or cry, so he couldn't help asking him, "Hey, is it really necessary"

Bai Liu told him very seriously, "It's extremely necessary."

Moyao didn't say anything; he truly had nothing more to say. Bai Liu thought he was right and that this could not be blamed on Moyao since they shared a roof. How could he appreciate Moyao with a normal mindset when everything about this person attracted his attention, hoping for acceptance

He looked at Moyao with bright and passionate eyes.

Moyao thought this was just a temporary infatuation that might fade after some time. At the same time, he felt surprised and somewhat shameless. He couldn't deny it; he was quite happy, so much so that he seemed to forget the bitterness and displeasure Xiao Bai had given him.

These few days, Moyao and Yun were dealing with the Krupp issue. Half of Berlin's black market for transactions was already under control, and their puppet was obedient enough. Moyao didn't exert much effort to take over the entire black market. The reason he chose Berlin's black hand transaction was because Berlin had the largest jewelry black market, and the jewelry dealt by mafia gangs was mostly smuggled goods, which operated in the black market transactions. Therefore, they needed this market in Berlin, so Moyao made many choices before deciding on Berlin due to its ease of control.

He started vaguely talking about his business with Bai Liu, referring to himself as a mafia boss. He thought Bai Liu would be scared off but instead, Bai Liu smiled and asked if it was the mafia boss from The Godfather movie. Moyao said no, explaining that movies were one thing and reality another. Reality was much more terrifying but also infinitely more beautiful than movies. Bai Liu couldn't understand these completely different meanings, and Moyao didn't explain further.

He just wanted Bai Liu to know what he did for a living; everything else wasn't important.

The fact that Bai Liu hadn't been scared off was good.

Mafia Novel The two of them came out from Krupp's villa for the third time, and Mo Yao had already settled everything with Krupp. A specialist would take over here; he was almost done with his affairs. Just as they left Krupp’s place by car, they encountered an assassination attempt. With Mo Yao and Yun's experience, these killers couldn't do anything to them at all. There were more people this time around, so Mo Yao and Yun lured them into a dark alleyway, breaking them down one by one. Gunshots echoed through the corners of the city, blood splattered everywhere, and human lives became insignificant when lost. In the dark alley was a small landfill; there was a bright full moon in the sky, contrasting with the filth below it starkly. Mo Yao frowned at this sight, which inevitably reminded him of Bai Liu—she was as pure as the moon while he was as dark as this alleyway.

In battle, being distracted is the most fatal thing; one moment's inattention could mean a bullet grazing your arm. Fortunately, because of Mo Yao’s reaction and Xi's abnormal body condition (Mo Yao inherited some of his special abilities when birthing twins), he possesses strange speed and strength. His physical capabilities are frighteningly strong, which can't be compared to ordinary people; it was detected at the age of three. The training intensity for Mo Yao is based on his unique body conditions—much stronger than that of Mo Chen and Mo Xiaobai. Because his body is special, he naturally needs more focused training. Such abilities are different from Xi's forcibly altered physical structure; they're innate to him, so there are no aftereffects.

So when avoiding bullets, all it did was scratch his clothes, leaving the person unharmed. Mo Yao sidestepped and fired three consecutive shots in the direction of the shadow, with bullets hitting walls and causing dust and smoke.

Suddenly, a cry of pain rang out; Yun broke an enemy's ribs, causing them to scream. They were fighting on the roof of the second floor. Yun dropped someone from above onto that black figure, provoking his anger, who immediately started shooting wildly—angry people lose their minds and are destined to die; Mo Yao killed him without much difficulty.

These few days, they encountered multiple assassination attempts, all targeting Mo Yao.

This was originally hired by the big shots of the black market. There were small fries and big names, even a hitman organization from the first terrifying group receiving an order to kill. Kaka thought it would just add to the chaos, but though he believed in his boss, those under him weren't pushovers; hence, they stopped playing this game. If it was when they were young and brash, perhaps they'd play along, but now that they've grown up and calmed down, there's no point in engaging in such pointless games.

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Yun worried about Mo Yao’s safety and repeatedly tried to persuade him to leave. This time, all thirteen assassins were killed. Mo Yao and Yun returned to the car; Mo Yao said they'd be heading back tomorrow. The situation here was over for now; a member of the Mafia would come to deal with it. Yun heaved a sigh of relief as both of them went back to Mo Yao's apartment. Yun drove off, while Mo Yao confirmed their plans for tonight. As soon as he arrived at the door, something felt off—the door was slightly open. He pulled out his gun and listened carefully inside but heard nothing other than wind sounds. Mo Yao pushed the door open; the entire apartment looked like it had been ransacked, with shattered crystal chandeliers scattered around the sofa, furniture overturned everywhere, signs of a struggle evident, blood sprayed on the walls, and several bullet holes visible. There was clearly both fighting and gunfire here, and Mo Yao admired his own meticulous thoughts in analyzing this situation.

Clearly, Bai Liu had been captured.

Their intention was to take his life, so they kidnapped Bai Liu to threaten him. They assumed that Bai Liu was important to him because she lived with him and accompanied him everywhere; anyone trailing them would know how significant Bai Liu is to Mo Yao.

Mo Yao frowned—had he been too careless These few days, there were no obvious loopholes, except for the time in front of Brandenburg Gate. Perhaps they saw him together with Bai Liu and... wherever Bai Liu is, he would be there as well.

Loosening the top button of his shirt, Mo Yao noticed a phone on the table—Bai Liu's dropped one. Clearly, someone would call; given how messy the room was, this phone remained undisturbed on the tabletop.

Bai Liu, you have to hold on, I won't let them take your life.

It was hard to find someone who would open up to him, although the other person had not accepted it yet. He wasn't heartless toward people who were nice to him and naturally understood their feelings. Therefore, he wouldn't let Bai Liu come to any harm.

Bai Liu was important to him because he could cleanse his soul of all sins.

He wouldn't allow anything bad to happen to Bai Liu while under his watch; otherwise, he would never forgive himself. Mo Yao pursed his lips as killing intent seeped out from his eyes and was almost fatal.

Waiting was torturous, and he could especially relate to the feeling of waiting because he had waited for too long this lifetime. He couldn't help but think how long Bai Liu had been waiting for him and how scared he must have been while waiting for rescue.

The kid seemed fearless, but Mo Yao didn't know if such a pure soul would be beaten or abused by these people when in their hands. Just thinking of the image of interrogation made his face extremely unpleasant.

His phone suddenly rang; it was an unfamiliar number. With one glance, he memorized the number and sent it to Mo Chen to find out who it belonged to before answering the call.

"Where do you want to meet" Mo Yao asked directly without any pleasantries.

From the other end of the line came a loud laugh as well as an unusually sharp voice, "The Don is indeed the Don. It's refreshing. Come alone; if I find out that you brought anyone with you, this kid will not be leaving alive."

"Hmph, one person is enough," Mo Yao replied coldly and hung up before they could say more. He didn't need a team to deal with these scum. Soon after, his phone vibrated as the address was sent over.

Outskirts of town; abandoned factory.

Moe Yao went into the garage to get the car. There were two cars in the garage. He drove one out and headed straight for the outskirts of town. It took more than an hour to drive there, but he pressed down on the gas pedal all the way as if trying to catch up with time. As a result, he was twenty minutes earlier than the person who had called him expected.

He parked his car outside the abandoned factory and put on his sunglasses before getting out of the car. From special glasses, he could tell that there were sixteen people inside the abandoned factory. He turned his head to look around; ten more people stood guard outside with four snipers keeping an eye on the area from all angles, leaving no blind spots. The rest held new automatic pistols from the First Terror Organization, while three of them carried assault rifles. Kakka had boasted about these new products and asked him if he wanted one for a test run. He had praised the two types of guns so highly that even Kakka's partner, Wuxiang, had gotten his hands on a special edition. The Black Hand's equipment wouldn't arrive until next month. Mo Yao couldn't believe it when he realized these people already had their hands on them. The First Terror Organization's weapons market was really fast at distributing information and goods.

The pistol was light and easy to carry, designed for use with either hand. Its most distinctive feature was its ability to function as a sniper rifle at close range, typically less than eight meters. Mo Yao frowned; he had been standing outside for a full minute, analyzing the weapons of those present and planning how to lead Bai Liu out safely.

As he walked around observing the room's weaponry, two individuals appeared to be in charge, both armed with this type of assault pistol. The other two were carrying Barrettes, which had greater firepower compared to typical terrorist group assault pistols but would depend on how they were used—Mo Yao himself could wield them incredibly effectively, while others might not fare as well. Finally, his gaze fell upon Bai Liu. This child was usually very clean; however, he was now covered in blood stains from both his own and others' wounds. His face had several bruises from the fight, and Mo Yao judged that the numerous bloodstains on his arms were likely due to perforating gunshot wounds—perforating shots weren't something to fear much. Tied up like Jesus on a cross, Bai Liu looked dispirited but was still conscious.

Mo Yao pushed open the door and immediately found himself facing over a dozen black barrel ends pointed at him. He calmly approached the abandoned place where flickering light bulbs created an eerie, unstable atmosphere that seemed particularly dangerous.

Bai Liu smiled, "Hi, you actually came."

Mo Yao's lips curved into a smile as he looked through his sunglasses at Bai Liu’s radiant grin. Despite appearing tired, Bai Liu was smiling brightly, seemingly delighted to see him. Yet there was a sense of despondency behind the happiness.

Bai Liu didn’t want to see Mo Yao like this; he didn't want to see him facing over ten gun barrels.

Mo Yao said, "If you're here, where else could I go"

Bai Liu chuckled lightly and replied, "Idiot, it's not as if I'm that important. Why bother"

Indeed, why bother.

Mos Yao asked himself the same question; knowing it was a trap, yet stepping into it anyway—why Mo Yao stared at Bai Liu and said in a serious tone, "I’m not an idiot, nor are you unimportant."

"Really" Bai Liu’s eyes sparkled with hope as he looked expectantly at Mo Yao. Did I really matter more than I thoughtho didn’t know better would think they were trying to kidnap them.When the phone rang, Baobao picked up and Avril asked, “Baobao, are you in Rome”Baobao replied, "Sis, how did you know It’s amazing."I...