Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
His mommy had fallen into the hands of Mu Wanrou and her whereabouts were unknown. This made him grew anxious by the minute.
âI shouldâve gotten rid of that woman long ago! D*mn! Itâs a gross oversight!â His heart turned fretful when he realized how his negligence had led to such grave danger for his mother.
Mu Yichen was astounded after he heard the full story from his brother.
He did not expect so many things to happen in the two days when he was not around!
Earlier, he learned about the so-called shooting incident in the school compound from the news. It was hard to imagine that it was not so simple as thought but an assassination, instead!
Youyou said in a low and serious tone, âThe most important thing now is to get me out of here in disguise!â
His older brother knitted his brows. âThis will be difficult. There are men keeping watch outside the residence. Mu Sheng placed some army troops as sentries outside the house. The only place that isnât being watched is this house.â
The younger boy looked up anxiously at his brother with a frown. This was the first time in his life that he felt so helpless and hopeless!
Just then, a blinding white light flashed across his mind.
He lifted his head abruptly and stared at his brotherâs face with an idea.
âThatâs it!â
Little Yichen cocked his brow. âWhat do you mean?â
âI have an idea, but you need to work with me!â
âAre you sure?â His brother was still worried and had to remind him once more. âYouyou, there are men all over the residence keeping watch. Once you leave this house, youâll be cornered! Now, you are as good as a prisoner who canât go anywhere!â
His younger brother smiled knowingly. âWhat if I donât leave this house? Wonât that solve the problem?â
âHuh?â
He was bewildered by the remark and asked dumbly, âI donât understand what you mean; itâs so profound!â
The younger kid could only snort. âThatâs because youâre stupid!â
His brotherâs face sank and pouted sulkily.
He hooked his second finger and waved it mysteriously at his brother to signal him closer. âCome over!â
The other boy sidled up.
He then came closer and whispered his entire devious plan into his brotherâs ear.
As the older one listened, his face broke into a realization. âWhy didnât I think of that?!â
After saying that, his face scowled anxiously again. âWhat about the injury on your shoulder? Are we making it worse by carrying out this plan?â
His brother dismissed the concern. âDonât worry! Itâs just a minor injury. The dislocated shoulder has been fixed.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Right now, the safety of his mother took the highest priority; his minor injury was nothing in comparison!
The boy went over his plan inwardly again.
The mercenaries employed by Hurricane Group should arrive at the capital by tomorrow night.
This would mean that he must leave the residence before that, and then he could make further plans from there.
His brother mulled on this for a while before he nodded in acquiescence. âAll right!â
...
As night fell, the cold rain shrouded the hustle and bustle of the city.
On the city outskirts, a private, underground warehouse was located; the pedestrian streets were empty and quiet besides the pitter-pattering of a downpour.
There was a strong smell of blood from one of the dark undergroundâs cell.
A tiny beam of moonlight seeped in from the narrow iron grill window. Under the dim light, a badly beaten woman could be seen leaning against the wall.
Her raven hair scattered around her shoulders and covered half of her pretty face.
The tip of her hair seemed to be stained with red and sticky blood. Under the cold and dim light, some bruised marks were visible on her cheeks.