th. He just couldn't accept that Wen Nuan should be an artist. Yes, he had a prejudice against artists, one that ran deep, but despite this, he had never stopped Wen Nuan from pursuing her dreams. She...“Really!” Mo Yao gave him the most direct affirmation. The pale color in Bai Liu’s eyes slowly faded, replaced by a bright hue. He suddenly burst into laughter, the sound tugging at his wound, causing him to pause, but the man raised his proud head, appearing so dashing and imposing, like an emperor commanding the world, “Then let me see how important I am. I want to watch my man charge for me with my own eyes.” 。I want to see my man charging into battle with his own eyes. 。My man 。Mo Yao's eyes darkened, like the deepest, stillest pond water, so deep you couldn't see its color. Within, there were hidden depths and currents, as if concealing countless joys, sorrows, angers, and pleasures, all covered by a veil of placidity. No matter how much turmoil surged beneath, his face remained utterly unchanged. 。He gazed at the man bound to the cross, clad in white, his body marred by blood, yet he seemed untouched, radiating an indomitable spirit. It was as if he had been born with this pride, raising his head defiantly. 。Mo Yao thought that such a white willow was extremely charming. 。They were speaking Chinese, the assassin agents were all foreigners, none of them understood Chinese, which made them feel uneasy. A German man shouted and told them to shut up. Mo Yao and Bai Liu both understood German. He looked at them with eyes as cold as a blade, instantly giving them a chill, as if he was about to execute them. Mo Yao's sharp eyes recognized the man; this was one of the men from the meeting room that day. He probably worked for the elder who had been shot by him. 。No, there should be a familial relationship. He and the old man have some resemblance in their features. The management of Berlin's trading market is rather peculiar, always favoring kin. This leads to connections being formed between families. 。Mo Yao judged this man to be the elder's son, or nephew. 。 Mo Yuan cut straight to the chase and asked, "What conditions!" He didn't act like someone who was being held hostage at all, just like Bai Liu. Not like a bargaining chip. He was so calm, so domineering, as if this abandoned site was their stage, where they could indulge themselves freely. 。As if this were their center, they could walk freely. 。The young man dangerously narrowed his eyes, the cold metallic glint flashing across them. Mo Yao's gaze shifted, and the gun barrels at his side were almost all cocked; they would turn him into a hornet's nest the moment he gave the order. 。Mo Yao let out a cold smile. He wasn't worried at all. He'd seen this kind of bluff before. If White Willow truly wanted his life, he wouldn't be alive today. This was just a trap, and White Willow was the bait. 。He is also grateful now, thanks to this young man's yuwang, that Bai Liu was able to survive and be able to laugh and joke with him. He doesn't mind at all, stepping into the trap born from his own actions. 。He believes he can take it out to live together. 。The young man said, "Father, you are indeed decisive! I ask you to kill Krobu and return the control of the black market to us. " 。“Yes, that traitor Krober is an idiot. Get out of our territory and go back to Rome! The Berlin black market belongs to us. What gives you the right to try and take a share” 。"

Mo Yao stood with his hands behind his back, his posture arrogant, “If you have the ability to come to Rome and divide my market, I welcome you. Just be sure you have the ability, because I'm afraid you don't qualify>>> 。"The strong are respected, this is a world where the strong rule, whoever has the greater skill can swallow up the market. You also took over the Berlin black market from others, why can't I do the same"

The young man said, "Shut up! You are twisting words! You took my father's life and our family's honor, we will not let you get away with it. You're right, whoever has the greater skill can possess the market, even if I use inferior methods, this man is in my hands. If you don't agree, I'll kill him." 。"

Mo Yao looked at him coldly, even mockingly, "Do you think he's that important"

The largest man closest to Li Bai Liu raised his iron rod and struck Bai Liu in the abdomen. In front of Mo Yao, time seemed to slow down. A mouthful of blood shot out from Bai Liu's mouth, forming a semicircle in mid-air before landing on the ground. " 。Mò Yuǎn's hand tightened, and her heart ached as if struck by a heavy blow. Bái Liǔ only felt a searing pain in his throat, blood continuously spilling from the corner of his lips, yet he still held his head high. The second blow followed immediately, striking his abdomen with equal force. Another mouthful of blood erupted, Mò Yuǎn knew exactly where that vulnerable spot was. If one more blow landed, Bái Liǔ's pancreas would be crippled, and his stomach would be ruined. 。Just as the man was about to raise his third blow, Mo Yao said in a deep voice, "Stop, I agree to... " 。"

Mo Yao said in a deep voice, he narrowed his eyes and stopped the big man's beating, "I promise you, let him go" 。" He is rarely vulnerable, but now he has to admit that his weakness has been grasped. He cannot just watch Bai Liu being beaten to death in front of him. This man loves him so passionately. For him, he wants to personally see his man charge into battle for him. He can't let Bai Liu die either; he wants Bai Liu to see him charge into battle "。The young man laughed eerily and threw a phone at him, “The one who called you is making a move, kill Kropp first.” 。It was obvious they hated Krupp with all their hearts. Mo Yao glanced at Bai Liu, who looked exhausted and utterly defeated, yet he smiled at him. Mo Yao took out his phone, "Kill Krupp" 。 "

"Boss…" Yun seemed puzzled by such an order, but Mo Yao was too lazy to explain, "This is an order!"

"Yes!" Yun's cold and respectful attitude came from the phone. Mo Yao knew that someone would definitely send them a message. His promise would surely be fulfilled, but if it were made to a dead man, then there was no saying... He wanted his power back in the black market transactions, he just had to see if they had the life to get out of here. 。The young man reached out, signaling to Mo Yao to hand over his phone. Mo Yao looked at Bai Liu, and a slight smile appeared on Bai Liu's lips. Mo Yao threw the phone up, the pearly white phone drawing a parabola in mid-air before being thrown towards the young man. The young man was so engrossed that he looked up at the phone, reaching out to catch it. At this crucial moment, no one saw how Mo Yao moved. Mo Yao's gun had already been raised, and the bullet pierced through the young man's skull. At the same time, Mo Yao rolled on the ground, firing two shots at the ropes on Bai Liu's left and right hands. Where Mo Yao rolled, a row of bullets appeared instantly. Bai Liu rolled from beside the cross to a derelict car, shielding his head from the incoming bullets. The bullets all hit the car. This was the only blind spot in the abandoned lot. 。This series of actions was performed in one smooth motion, as if rehearsed countless times. 。ve him a keen sense of danger. The moment he stopped, Yun suddenly pounced on him, knocking him to the ground. A huge explosion followed, and the car caught fire. The hood was blasted into the air by...