wasn’t entirely happy. Warming was thoroughly angry, "If you dare be unsatisfied, I’ll never let you kiss me again."“Very satisfied!” Ye Feimo answered quickly.Satisfied, Warming thought she could alr...Chapter 644

The German doctor arrived promptly and, upon seeing Bai Liu's injuries, criticized them for being so careless in caring for the patient. Not only had he sustained gunshot wounds, but he also suffered significant blunt force trauma. While the bullet wound and internal injury didn't kill Bai Liu, it was the punches that were nearly lethal. Mo Xiaobai hadn't been injured himself, his fists were hard, breaking two ribs in Bai Liu's chest, and causing severe concussion—a clear indication of a fight meant to end someone's life.

Moe Yao remained silent beside him, while Yun looked anxious. The German doctor muttered to himself as he administered an IV drip, asking Moe Yao, "Where is your idiot brother"

"He fled after intentionally injuring someone," Moe Yao replied coolly. The German doctor turned and pointed at Bai Liu, "Did he do this"

"What do you think"

The German doctor slapped his head, "I should have known. He really is ruthless."

Moe Yao didn't respond. Yun was uneasy about the situation and went to call the captain, asking, "Has the Third Young Master called you"

"No, is he leaving" The captain asked in confusion.

Yun shook her head, "It's fine."

She hung up the phone and anxiously paced around alone. Mo Xiaobai had never suffered such a grievance from childhood to adulthood; while he had experienced setbacks before, this kind of grievance was different from those caused by training or Moe Yao.

The hateful look in his eyes as he left truly indicated his hatred for the boss.

Driving like that, I just hope nothing happens.

Why must things be so troublesome

The cloud contacted Xiao Bai by phone, and after two rings, the call was disconnected. When he tried again, the phone was turned off. The cloud rolled his eyes and said, "You don't even need to hang up my calls, I am your personal attendant."

The cloud muttered to himself, feeling inexplicable unease.

If it had been any other time, he would have broadcasted what happened to everyone right away. But this time, the cloud dared not say a word about it; if he said that Mo Yao hit Xiao Bai, no one would believe him anyway.

"Sit down," Mo Yao coldly said. The cloud had already noticed that he was standing on the upper floor and didn't know for how long. He thought that Mo Yao might need an explanation, so he said, "Boss, I just called Xiao Bai's phone, and it went to voicemail after two rings."

Proving that there was nothing wrong with Xiao Bai, he could now relax.

Mo Yao turned around and entered the room. The cloud stuck out his tongue and followed him upstairs.

After returning to his own room, Mo Yao ran his fingers through his thick hair in regret. He hadn't forgiven himself since hitting Xiao Bai. How could he have acted so impulsively Given how proud Xiao Bai was originally, this slap shattered all of his expectations.

The sight of Xiao Bai biting his lower lip with tears welling up and a look of stubbornness on his face filled Mo Yao's heart with coldness that even went to the bone.

Hatred

He never thought that Xiao Bai would hate him.

"I'm sorry..." Mo Yao said, as if speaking to thin air. If Xiao Bai were in front of him, he probably wouldn't be able to say it, so now he could only repeatedly apologize to the air.

The phone rang, and he hurriedly picked it up to find a letter sent by mail from Mo Chen. Mo Yao didn't even glance at it; he tossed it aside and tried calling Xiao Bai's phone, but it was turned off. He then called another number, which did ring, but there was no answer. Undeterred, Mo Yao dialed again, only to find that this phone was also switched off.

He didn't even want to hear an apology from him.

Mo Yao wished he could chop off his own damned hand.

A German doctor asked Yun, "Hey, is it due to jealousy"

"You talk too much," Yun said irritably. "Is he dead"

"He won't die, but he came close. That guy really went all out."

"Okay, you've repeated this so many times already."

It took until late at night to finish treating all his wounds. Mo Yao looked at the sunset and frowned at Yun, saying, "Go find out where Xiao Bai is."

He had been uneasy all day long. Just as Yun was about to leave, she heard car sounds and a doorbell ring. She felt relieved—she knew that no matter how much Xiao Bai was angry with Mo Yao, he wouldn't stay away for long.

Although she did think the slap was quite heavy-handed.

The door opened to reveal Berlin police officers. Yun looked around carefully and then looked up at the second floor where Mo Yao walked down. The policemen saw that they were Chinese and, fearing they wouldn't understand German, explained in simple English: There had been a chain of car accidents on the highway today due to drunk driving by two people and speeding by another; three cars caused an unimaginable tragedy with sixteen severely injured, several lightly injured, and four dead.

One body was unclaimed. The police checked the vehicle registry and found that all three vehicles belonged to Mo Yao, registered at this address. It wasn't hard to locate him.

The cloud was utterly shocked.

Drunk driving, speeding, a chain collision, an unclaimed body

Whose body is unclaimed

Her throat felt as if it had been choked. Mo Baibai rarely lost control of his emotions, and when he did, one must never let him get behind the wheel. There was once such an incident in Rome; he was penalized for a year for speeding. He simply wouldn’t care about road speed limits, always pushing to the limit with his superb driving skills, which had seldom resulted in accidents other than speeding tickets.

But if there were also drunk drivers involved, that would be serious.

"Boss..."

Moe Yao's expression was even worse. She noticed that his right hand hadn't opened since he hit Baibai; it had remained clenched into a fist. He stood near her, and she could feel the slight tremor emanating from him...

"The unclaimed body is likely an adult male of Chinese descent or a local Berliner, around 187 cm tall." Moe Yao's voice was steadier than Cloud had imagined, though he did ask rather hurriedly.

When the Berlin police mentioned that the deceased was a Chinese man with skull fractures and severe facial damage, making it impossible to identify him but estimating his height at around 187 cm, Moe Yao's complexion turned ghastly pale.

The description largely matched Mo Baibai’s profile.

Two police officers asked Moe Yao who was driving out. Standing by the door and silent for a moment, Cloud hurried to answer, "It's our Third Young Master."

"Come with us to identify the body," said the policeman.his purpose; provide them with weapons of any quality they desire. The bigger the fuss, the better; let them take their chances!"These words were spoken quite harshly.The group nodded in agreement bef...