Chapter 626

irector Zhang was displeased but not as obviously irritable as usual. In dealing with others, no matter how unhappy or irascible one is, considerations should still be made for relationships and circu...Chapter 626

Berlin at midnight was as quiet and beautiful as a pearl embedded in the sky. While this city's night exuded a hint of tranquility and romance, it also hinted at an underlying danger.

The sound of gunfire abruptly rang out outside a suburban villa. Eighty percent of the armed bodyguards rushed into the villa with their guns aimed at the man sitting in the main position. Dozens of black gun barrels were ready to fire, filling the air with the smell of gunpowder and blood. It seemed that these men could turn the entire villa into rubble at any moment. Another middle-aged man had fallen dead onto a chair, a bullet right between his eyes.

Moyao's expression was cold as ice; only Yun was by his side. Yun's handgun pointed at the already-dead man across from them. The other seated men were in a state of panic and confusion, not knowing how to react. Moyao sipped tea calmly, the sound of the teacup lid clinking against the cup resonating sharply, echoing in their hearts. Blood had stained the floor beneath the dead man's feet, yet no one dared look at him, even though he was the largest authority figure in Berlin's black market.

Dead silence!

Total silence except for the sound of the teacup lid tapping on the cup. They had only two people on their side, but they were dozens strong, yet no one dared to move. For some reason, they couldn't bring themselves to shoot this godfather who seemed unaffected by any threat. Moyao's formidable aura shocked everyone; in his eyes, even a life wasn't worth more than a fly.

"Does anyone else have objections" asked Moyao, the business atmosphere at its coldest point. They finally saw killing intent in that man—his tightly pursed lips exuded an intimidating aura, causing people to involuntarily shiver. Such a man was like a death god emerging from hell's battlefields, holding his scythe and standing menacingly without even needing to show anger, ready to decimate everyone around him with just the slightest movement. Everyone believed he could annihilate them effortlessly. Thus, all eyes turned towards the first man on the right side of the leader: an elderly figure with cloudy yet sharp eyes like venomous needles. He seemed to be the second most influential person in Berlin's black market after the deceased, and everyone hoped for him to give an order—even if it meant firing shots—to break this deadlock.

Everyone waited silently; Yun surveyed her surroundings intently, preparing herself for any conflict. Should one erupt, she only needed to protect herself, as Moyao would certainly find another way out—therefore, she wasn't worried about danger.

The elderly figure stood up with a face full of rage and accused, "Mr. Mo, you are plundering."

Moyao replied, "Plunder I am plundering you, but who are you plundering We survive in this world by following its laws; everyone here is inherently greedy. You survive on instinct yet criticize others for doing the same—it's ridiculous."

His German pronunciation was thick and precise, like a German international news anchor’s voice, making him seem as if he had grown up and been educated in Germany.

This man was terrifying, with a face unlike theirs but speaking their language more accurately than they could. His calm yet commanding presence instilled fear and unease into everyone's hearts.

The elderly figure was at a loss for words; used to political maneuvering, they preferred open confrontation over underhanded tactics, making them no match for Moyao’s rhetorical skill… The elder said, "We plunder the capital of our own country in Berlin, but you come across national borders to plunder us."

"Global resources are shared—don't you know this" Moyao coldly retorted with an arrogant and domineering attitude.

Seemingly losing his patience, he asked again in impeccable German: "Is there anyone else who objects"

The voice was deep and threatening; no one dared to speak. The elderly figure slumped back down defeatedly, like a deflated balloon, knowing it wouldn't help now that their opponent was too powerful—they wanted a piece of meat, and they would get it.

Moyao was very satisfied.

This time coming to Berlin, he aimed to take over the black market in Berlin. Moyao received accurate information that there would be a large number of diamonds and jadeites circulating on the black market from this year until next year, used for money laundering and turning illicit gains into legitimate ones—something they often did with great experience. Additionally, after half a year of research and numerous connections made within the European Mafia's power distribution (which was still missing Germany), he skillfully obtained what he wanted thanks to this opportunity.

The middle-aged man opposite the elder stood up; he had a bald head and was slightly overweight with a pig-like appearance. His posture suggested an unscrupulous nature, bending over as he said many flattering words to Moyao. The others looked at him disdainfully due to his traitorous appearance.

This middle-aged man is named Krupp, an American who holds a position equal to the elder's. Now that the overall situation has been settled, they were competing for first place, which Moyao was well aware of. He intentionally tolerated Krupp's audacity and provoked others' anger.

Right after their previous boss left, he betrayed them. How could his subordinates not be enraged With a wave of his hand, Moyao made a decision: Krupp became the first chairperson in black market transactions, with everyone needing to follow his command. Krupp flattered Moyao shamelessly, but Moyao remained indifferent, watching as they quarreled and the bodyguards exchange looks, without intervening.

They were almost about to fight; however, Krupp could not win their trust except for being handpicked by Moyao. Otherwise, this first chairperson position would belong to the elder.

Moyao and Yun walked out of the villa as he had completed his tasks and now everything was simpler. It wasn't his concern that they fought among themselves; however, unexpectedly, right when Moyao reached his car, he narrowed his eyes sharply, sensing danger due to years of training making him highly alert. As if on cue, Yun suddenly lunged over and pushed Moyao down just as a loud explosion occurred, setting the car ablaze. The hood flew up into the sky before crashing back onto the ground in pieces.

Yun was still shaken but asked about Moyao's condition. Pressed under Yun, Moyao did not have any injuries, except his face reddened slightly from being scorched by the blast force. Suddenly, he shouted out and like an agile leopard, leapt up to rush inside the villa. Before reaching it, a series of chaotic gunshots were heard; the bodyguards shot at random as they didn't know where their targets were. In the meeting room, those who had been fighting each other all died except for Krupp, hiding under a table out of fear. They were all killed with precise shots to their foreheads.

Krupp screamed, "I'll listen to everything you say! Don't kill me!"

He was terrified.

Moyao heard the sound of a motorcycle leaving and instructed Yun to chase after it. Yun nodded and gave chase while Moyao stood there, examining the room closely. He couldn't understand how someone could execute such a perfect ambush that killed eight people without being detected.

Regardless of who this person was, anyone hindering him would never leave Berlin alive.

Moyao started another vehicle since there were many cars and dead bodies outside. The vehicles chased each other in the streets of Berlin fiercely; Yun couldn't clearly see who was ahead as the rider on the motorcycle sped very fast while her car's engine wasn't powerful enough to catch up, making it difficult for her to keep pace. She watched helplessly as the distance gradually grew longer even though she had pressed down onto the accelerator pedal. Enraged, Yun slammed her palm on the steering wheel nearly breaking it in frustration.

Moyao's car stopped beside hers and he asked seriously, "What happened"

"I lost sight of him," Yun replied softly without offering any excuses. Moyao didn't blame her but frowned deeply instead. She continued, "It was a man about 183 centimeters tall; I couldn't make out who it was."

"Just this"

"Yes!" Yun was almost crying. Every time he went out with the boss, he had to be prepared for a possible death. Even if his boss didn't intend him to die, he could sense the impending danger in his silence.

Moyao narrowed his eyes and said, "Find out immediately."

"Yes!"

This person was likely the one framing others or transferring blame onto them. Moyao guessed that the bomb might have been planted incorrectly because this man’s car model was identical to an old enemy’s, making it easy to mix up. With all these people dead and their methods similar to Yun's, he thought the bullet found in the autopsy would probably be of the same type as well.

How sinister; deliberately stirring up conflicts between the Black Hand Society and Berlin’s black market.

Originally, after killing one person to set an example and having a puppet like Krupp, Moyao was quite assured. He had long agreed with Krupp to support him as the new leader, but if he wanted to remain just a puppet, then Moyao would kill those who refused to comply.

However, things didn’t go according to plan. These individuals were major figures in Berlin’s black market and their sudden demise was bound to provoke resistance. What he thought would take three days might now drag on for much longer.

In the meantime, his safety in Berlin had become an issue.

Having killed so many leaders, there must be some who were loyal enough to seek revenge. This time, Moyao brought Yun along with him.

"Boss, I’ll send more people over."

"No need," Moyao said calmly. "Stay put."

If he moved now, the other side would aim for a quicker death.

"Alright!" Yun complied without questioning, as usual.

Moyao arrived back at his apartment late into the night and presumed Bai Liu was asleep. But when he entered quietly and found it eerily silent, with no sign of Bai Liu despite her usual early bedtime, a bad feeling arose in him. Just as he was about to ask Yun to search for her, she appeared smiling from the doorway, looking at him with surprise.

Moyao frowned; Bai Liu held two containers of late-night snacks. "Where have you been"

"I'm hungry and went out to buy some stuff. I wasn't sure if you'd be back, so I bought two portions. If you don't eat yours, I can have it for breakfast."

White Willow said softly as he entered the door and kicked it shut with his foot.

Murong Yao looked at him. He was wearing white clothes and black pants, looking elegant and carefree like a cloudless sky; nothing seemed to affect him. His indifferent eyebrows were as soft and gentle as water, exuding righteousness.

"What did you buy" he asked while washing his hands. This hand had blood on it; he never got his hands dirty when killing people and didn't believe there would be any retribution. But in front of him, he automatically wanted to avoid the smell of fresh blood.

Just like how he always didn't want Little White to know that he killed someone; good things shouldn't be tainted by evil.

Murong Yao washed his hands and came out. White Willow was already eating. He had bought fried rice and a salad. He took the fruit salad and left the fried rice for Murong Yao. Seeing him eat happily, Murong Yao asked, "Eating when you're hungry, can you feel full with just a salad"

"You look hungrier. I care about you, so I'll let you have the best," White Willow said blandly but sweetly. Murong Yao didn't hesitate to sit down and eat; he was indeed hungry.

He wrote the airplane tickets and discussed with Krupp before attending a meeting. He hadn’t eaten anything, only drinking tea during the meeting which had barely any taste, so he was extremely famished. When one is very hungry, everything tastes delicious.

This fried rice tasted especially delicious too.

"Where did you get this fried rice in the middle of the night"

"I made it," White Willow said. Murong Yao raised an eyebrow; White Willow continued, "When I suddenly wanted to eat, I used someone’s kitchen and their ingredients. The chef was kind and didn’t charge me anything but for the materials."

"Did you make the salad too"

“Yes.”

Murong Yao smiled; he ate even more happily.

White Willow suddenly said, "This is my first time making food for someone else."

Murong Yao replied, “This is also the first time I've eaten food made by someone else.”

White Willow asked in return, "Since we both had our firsts with outsiders today, does this mean you're my insider from now on"

Murong Yao wasn't familiar enough with Chinese to understand the meaning of 'insider'. He didn’t know that White Willow was taking advantage of him; after all, the Chinese language is vast and profound. So he simply took it at face value as opposite to 'outsider', nodding seriously in agreement, "Sure."

White Willow was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, covering his stomach with joy while still hitting the table. Murong Yao looked blankly at him, completely puzzled.er, so…"Ye Feimo fell silent. This eerie silence was terrifying; Cai Xiaoqing's heart raced as Ye Feimo asked, “Which Young Master Fang”The coldness in his voice had dropped to freezing point—it was d...