âAre you trying to mess around?â
Leng Chenmo stared at Tang Zhou, whose neck was squeezed by Leng Weixuan. The veins on his hand that held the gun popped out, and his voice hoarsened, âWell then, today, Iâll play along with you!â
Sweat soaked Leng Weixuanâs entire body. He tried to make himself smaller, hiding behind Tang Zhou, thinking that Leng Chenmo wouldnât dare to shoot recklessly, in case he hit Tang Zhouâ¦
Unexpectedly, a gunshot rang out, âBangâ.
âAh!â Leng Weixuanâs left kneecap was hit, causing him to kneel down due to the unbearable pain.
âBangâ, another gunshot sounded.
Just as he was forced to kneel, Leng Chenmoâs gun was already aimed at his crotch.
âAh!â
This time it wasnât a cry like a pig being slaughtered, but a chilling howl. He didnât care about holding Tang Zhou anymore, he instinctively froze and covered his crotch, rolling on the ground. His blue sports pants were quickly stained with blood.
Leng Chenmoâs next movement was to stride forward to catch Tang Zhou, whose body was collapsing.
Tang Zhou could barely hold himself up, and with great effort from his swollen eyes, he could see that the person coming to rescue him was Leng Chenmo.
He tried to muster a smile, eager to reclaim his usual composure. His words gushed out around the blood trickling from his mouth, âWhyâ¦didâ¦you⦠come⦠so late?â
âIâm sorry, Iâm late,â Leng Chenmo stared at the congealed blood pouring out of Tang Zhouâs mouth, his breath staggering. His long arms held him firmly, allowing Tang Zhouâs head to lean on his shoulder. His movements were protective as he wiped the blood from Tang Zhouâs mouth, repeating with regret and self-blame, âIâm sorryâ¦â
âI⦠wasnât⦠a cowardâ¦,â Tang Zhou seemed to care a lot about this.
âI know, youâre never a coward,â Leng Chenmo picked him up, intending to take him to the helicopter.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
However, Tang Zhou pointed to his pants on the ground, âPick up the pants, give them to me.â
Leng Chenmo stared at the pants on the ground, now marred with numerous footprints, he said, âForget about them.â
âNo, I want my pants.â He didnât want Leng Chenmo to know about his hidden condition. Besides his own brother, he didnât want anyone else to know his secret. He didnât want anyone to look at him differently.
But with his eyes barely open, Tang Zhou, still on high alert, looked at the remaining people at the scene: âThey know my secret,â
âDonât worry, Iâll silence them for you,â Leng Chenmo understood what was at stake and what Tang Zhou feared.
Hearing this, the few people who were still alive all knelt on the ground, knocking their heads continuously, making loud noises: âMr. Mo, Mr. Tang, please spare us. I promise to keep this a secret. I wonât utter a word about it. I swear on my familyâs lives that I absolutely wonât disclose a single word.â
Leng Chenmo tossed his gun to one of the followers who had gotten off the plane with him. His merciless voice, void of any emotion, ordered, âKill them all, leave none alive. Except for Leng Weixuan.â
He wouldnât let Leng Weixuan die so easily!
âYes!â Ling Zufeng, who had accompanied Leng Chenmo, respectfully nodded.
Ling Zufeng was quite curious about Tang Zhouâs secret, but he dared not to ask. Seeing Leng Chenmoâs sullen face, Ling Zufeng knew that his boss was truly furious. Pissing him off at this point would be a death sentence!
After leaving these words behind, Leng Chenmo carried Tang Zhou to the sports car, picked up the trousers from the ground, brushed off the footprints, and handed it to Tang Zhou. He asked in an extremely gentle voice, âDo you need help putting these on?â