"Just follow my beat," said Ye FeiMo, who led her through the music's melody. Dancing alongside him to his rhythm was a rare pleasure for her; Warmin had never danced so freely before.Lin Ling and Cai...Chapter 628

In a bustling area, if there's a sniper attack, it would cause great commotion. Therefore, the assassin chose silent shooting; only the sound of bullets piercing through air could be heard, no gunshots were audible. Mo Yue pressed Bai Liu to the ground and rolled him behind a stone statue with just an arm movement as they passed by several bullet holes on the ground. Bai Liu squinted his eyes as Mo Yue observed the surroundings from behind the sniper's line of sight. There were very few vantage points that could be used for sniping; based on the trajectory of the bullets, he quickly determined the assassin was positioned at 11 o'clock direction. Bai Liu threw off his hat, which got shot through several times.

Mo Yue's expression darkened. Apart from the sniper, there were also close combat killers in the van. The crowd began to panic; Mo Yue’s pistol was a silenced one as well, but shooting amidst a bustling area would inevitably hurt innocent bystanders. While he was contemplating how to escape, suddenly, a man clutched his chest and fell down beside them, blood gushing out of his heart position as he fainted.

Bai Liu snarled in anger; screams erupted from the crowd who were frantically running away. Mo Yue suddenly grabbed Bai Liu and ran towards Bodhi Tree Street direction, where there was more cover and no clear line of sight for the assassin at 11 o'clock position to shoot them down. Three men exited the van fully armed and chased after them. Mo Yue dragged Bai Liu swiftly; shooting in a bustling area would definitely injure someone, taking their life away. He kept dragging Bai Liu until they reached the middle of Bodhi Tree Street where he suddenly turned into a mall and quickly ascended to an elevator. Their pistols were all concealed within their coats as they followed them into the mall. Mo Yue and Bai Liu led them to the mall restroom; fortunately, there were only two people using it at that time. Bai Liu darted into the restroom while Mo Yue washed his hands by a sink.

The restroom was long with six sinks. Mo Yue saw three men enter the restroom together through the mirror as two bystanders left. One of them checked something, another pretended to be casually using the facilities; when one man passed by him and suddenly turned back, hiding within his clothes, he pulled out a submachine gun-like weapon aiming at Mo Yue from point-blank range. Mo Yue had already dodged; the bullets hit the glass causing it to shatter, destroying the sink as well, breaking the water pipe so that water gushed out onto the floor. Mo Yue flashed beside him and drew his pistol, firing three shots consecutively: one bullet struck the man's shoulder while another penetrated his forehead. Seeing he was a professional killer, Mo Yue couldn't kill him with just one shot; thus, he had to add another round. Another man used the restroom door as cover to shoot at Mo Yue; meanwhile, someone else noticed Bai Liu who then leapt over bullets from the commode using his powerful Browning pistol that pierced through the large man's arm. The assailant dropped his gun and stepped back just in time for Bai Liu to kick open the bathroom stall door with a somersault, firing a shot at him, blowing his head apart while avoiding the splattered brain matter. Mo Yue’s exchange of fire with this man almost destroyed every water pipe inside the restroom; the water pooled up but couldn't flow out as Bai Liu was right opposite that person who, after eliminating one adversary, easily finished off the last man in a clean shot to the heart. A man intending to use the restroom shouted out "God!"

Mo Yue and Bai Liu exchanged glances before leaving the mall properly dressed, taking the elevator down as they heard sirens outside once they exited. Bai Liu slapped his forehead, “I forgot my artwork.”

"Your art is still at the original spot," Mo Yue gently reminded him. Bai Liu realized it and both of them returned to their original location where his sketchbook and tools were still there; however, the scene was now cordoned off as a crime scene with bodies lying around. On their way back, they noticed eight people had been injured, two dead. Mo Yue hated collateral damage but this time he had no choice because these killers lacked humanity for hurting innocent bystanders to achieve their goal.

A good assassin wouldn't harm innocents while carrying out a mission; if it did happen, then the killer was incompetent. The police confiscated Bai Liu's art equipment and sketchbook.

Mo Yue asked, “Do you need me to buy new ones for you”

"No thanks," Bai Liu replied. Mo Yue thought he was leaving but instead waited until the police car left before driving off with them towards the station…

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Mo Yue watched in astonishment as Bai Liu walked out from behind the police station, stealthily retrieving his belongings without a word – truly formidable. He had intended to help but Bai Liu said he could handle it himself and returned shortly with his sketchbook and tools; of course, everything went smoothly which Mo Yue appreciated greatly for his decisive personality.

Bai Liu got into the car as Mo Yue drove off from the police station.

"One day you'll lose your life over these things."

"Maybe," said White Willow. Perhaps, because it was important to him, he would naturally protect it well. Mo Yao shook his head; the place wasn't far from their apartment, and they could get there by car in no time. A shooting incident had occurred in Berlin, causing casualties, and a shooting also took place at a mall. Three more bodies were found, and this was a serious matter that couldn't be suppressed because it happened right under everyone's eyes, and soon the whole world knew that a terrorist attack had taken place in Berlin.

Indeed, it was a terrorist attack.

In recent years, there seemed to be an unwritten rule: any death caused in public would be labeled as a terrorist attack. Who wanted to conduct such a small-scale terror attack When Kaka saw the news, he scoffed; if someone wants to carry out a terror attack, they should kill dozens of people, and who cares about just a few

The occurrence of this terrorist attack made Mo Yao quite certain that it was done by the loyal followers of the deceased bosses from the trading market. They mistakenly believed that Mo Yao had killed their boss, so these people were willing to risk everything for revenge against him.

After returning to the apartment and taking a shower, Mo Baiwei called. Mo Yao's phone rang incessantly in **, and he was drying his hair when he picked up the call casually. Little White asked, "Boss, are you okay"

Mo Yao said, "I'm fine."

Who had leaked this information to him Mo Yao frowned; he didn't want Baiwei to know about these bloody matters. Mo Yao said, "It's just a minor scrape, nothing serious. Did Yun tell you"

"She said she was very worried and wanted you to return to Rome first. But since she knew she couldn't convince you, she called me instead, asking me to persuade you."

Mao Baiwei's voice was calm as if he was deliberately hiding something; Mo Yao had no interest in analyzing his thoughts at the moment. He simply replied, "I'm fine, and I'll leave after a few days. If there's nothing else, I'll hang up now."

"Boss!" Mao Baiwei exclaimed urgently, with an apology stuck in his throat; Mo Yao couldn't refuse all of his requests, so he didn't end the call. He asked, "What is it"

Mao Baiwei said, "Nothing, I'm just concerned about you. Your gunshot wound hasn't fully healed yet. Don't overexert yourself and definitely don't incur a new injury when an old one isn't healed."

"I'm fine," Mo Yao said. Mao Baiwei thought for a moment and then added, "Boss, I might return to Rome in the near future."

"If you're going home, why tell me" Mo Yao asked back. Mao Baiwei was momentarily speechless; right, why did he need to tell him He wanted to say that he would take Ji Bing back with him, but why should he mention it now when something happened to him Mao Baiwei almost despised himself at this point.

White Willow came out of the bathroom, his hair dripping wet. He asked, "Mo Yao, there's no shower gel left. Is there a new one"

Mo Yao glanced at White Willow and said to Little White, "Wait a moment."

Holding the phone, he walked over as water continued to flow from the bathroom; steam filled the entire space with heat. Mo Yao pointed to the third drawer and said, "There are new ones there. I had quite a few when I started using them. What have you been doing"

"I like to use an entire bottle of shower gel while bathing," White Willow chuckled lightly. Mo Yao muttered a soft curse before walking away. Placing the phone back to his ear, he heard Little White say hastily, "Brother, I'll hang up now; I have things to do.

Before he could speak, Xiao Bai hung up the call. Mo Yue was bewildered; just a moment ago, there wasn't any urgency, so why did it suddenly become urgent

Mulling over this for a while, something felt off to him. He had taken the phone into the bathroom to talk about shampoo with Bai Liu, and now the sound of water was still audible in the background. Anxiously, Mo Yue hurriedly redialed the number; it rang several times without anyone picking up. Despite his patience, Xiao Bai finally answered: "Hey boss, I'm busy here—do you have something urgent"

"What's so urgent for you" Mo Yue asked.

"Little Brother gave me a task to handle some disputes between Long Gate and the Mafia; I was just about to leave," Xiao Bai explained. "Oh, I have to deal with my little cousin again—I'm heartbroken."

Heard Xiao Bai's tone sounded normal and there didn't seem anything wrong with his words. Mo Yue wanted to explain something but swallowed it back down. He chuckled wryly to himself: Mo Yue, you really are too sentimental—Xiao Bai would never be upset over such matters; he might even hope that Mo Yue distances himself so he can be free of him.

What was there left to explain

"Go ahead then," Mo Yue said.

Before hanging up, Xiao Bai asked: "Boss, did you have something to say"

Mo Yue could sense hesitation in his question—it seemed to be a probing one. He replied: "It's nothing really; I just forgot what it was."

Xiao Bai pursed his lips and asked strangely: "Is it important"

"Not important," Mo Yue said, almost mumbling to himself, “If it were important, I wouldn't have forgotten.”

Xiao Bai fell silent. Mo Yue said: "I'm hanging up."

Xiao Bai let out a short 'hm' and hung up the call. Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Mo Yue chuckled wryly—each time they talked, it was usually Xiao Bai who ended the call first; he didn't want to be the one to hang up after him unless there was an emergency. He would gladly listen to his breathing for just a little longer.

Outside the bathroom door, Bai Liu watched Mo Yue with a complex expression on her face. He was only wrapped in a white bathrobe, and droplets of water still clung to his hair, trailing down onto his chest and disappearing into places unseen—making him appear extremely alluring.

The sight made one feel rather heated.

Moyao didn't have the heart for that, but Bai Liu suddenly laughed. Her laughter was like a spark blooming on white clouds, stunningly beautiful yet eerie in its beauty. As she walked over with a smile and looked at Moyao, he had just hung up the phone. He asked her, "Was it your beloved who called"

Moyao frowned; he didn't like when people could see through his thoughts. His feelings for Mo Xiaobai were so obvious that everyone seemed to be able to tell. Yet he couldn't control this emotion even though he thought he had good self-control. Why did Bai Liu seem to understand

Bai Liu seemed to notice Moyao's surprise and said with a smile, "You never talk on the phone with your mom for more than three minutes, yet you talked with this person so long. Judging by your expression before and after hanging up, it’s just like how wives in ancient times would see their husbands off as they went to take imperial exams."

Half of Moyao's face turned dark; why did he become the wife who saw her husband off instead of the other way around Moyao didn’t care about this question, but Bai Liu wouldn't let it go. "Who is he Do I know him"

"No."

"There aren’t many people you are that familiar with, and even fewer who can normally have a three-sentence conversation with you. This person grew up with you; were you childhood sweethearts" Bai Liu asked, his interest piqued.

He wanted to see what kind of man could take Moyao’s heart away from him.

"Yeah, I guess so," Moyao said as he threw a towel at Bai Liu for drying his hair. "Dry your hair, you splashed water everywhere."

Bai Liu took the towel and dried his hair while looking at Moyao sideways. "You’re not going to tell me anything"

"There’s nothing worth telling."

"Why would there be nothing You grew up together, you should have something to talk about. Why did he reject you"

"He likes women," Moyao said. Bai Liu shook his head and said, "That doesn’t count as a reason. People aren’t born with the requirement of liking either men or women; sometimes people just like someone regardless."

"Are you forcing me to say he doesn't like me because I'm not attractive enough"

"I think your attractiveness is fine. He's just lacking in taste." Bai Liu concluded, leaving Moyao speechless as he poked Bai Liu’s shoulder. "Go sleep now, before I interrogate you. Get some rest."

"What could there be to interrogate me about" Bai Liu replied indifferently. As Moyao stood up to go to bed, Bai Liu suddenly became wanton like the quickest cheetah, grabbing and pinning Moyao down from above, pressing his lips against Moyao's without saying a word...She won several times in a row, accumulating billions in chips. Sweat dripped down the dealer’s forehead, soaking his handkerchief nearly through.The other gamblers egged her on and followed suit by p...