Chapter 270 "I Want to Go Back"

Just when everything seemed to be returning to normal, Zhang Mo, inside the bubble, stared at Qin Yuechuan's phone screen from afar and suddenly said, "Could you reconstruct his escape route on the map for me?"

The National Security Bureau's software happens to have the function Zhang Mo mentioned. It not only restored the previous trajectory but also predicted possible routes based on the average speed.

On the map, an almost straight line pointed firmly to due north without any hesitation or detour!

Rather than running away aimlessly, it's more like heading towards a pre-set goal.

Thinking about this, Qin Yuechuan felt a little strange. Along this route, there were either ordinary residential areas or open forests, and no special institutions. Where exactly was his destination?

His fingertip traced across the unremarkable areas of the screen, his doubts deepening until he followed the predicted route upwards and saw a familiar place...

Those coincidences, those similarities, collided in his mind, and in a fraction of a second, all the color drained from Qin Yuechuan's face, leaving only a deathly pale expanse and pupils dilated with extreme shock. He abruptly turned his head, looking at Zhang Mo in disbelief.

That was the Bai family's villa on a hillside in the suburbs.

Today is Bai Tianjiao's birthday, and the Bai family has agreed to all come home to celebrate with him.

In fact, if it weren't for Yang Qiang's incident, Qin Yuechuan himself would be there right now.

In a daze, Qin Yuechuan heard Zhang Mo let out a very soft sigh, a sigh that seemed to carry a sense of helplessness at the loss of fate, as well as an undeniable determination.

Then, in a calm, almost cold tone, she clearly uttered four words—

"I want to go back."

Jiang Mian's eyes widened, as if she had heard the most unbelievable and insane command in the world: "What did you say? Are you crazy?! You can't go back!"

Lin Qing and Lin Hong were also terrified: "Boss, calm down. You don't need to get involved in this kind of thing."

Jiang Rong said rationally, "What you're doing is dangerous."

Zhang Mo: "Don't worry, I'm the safest one."

Her voice sounded so calm, but Qin Yuechuan still felt a chill run down his spine: "What are you going to do? Going there now is just suicide."

Zhang Mo slowly raised her eyes, her gaze calmly landing on Qin Yuechuan's face, which was filled with panic and confusion, through the transparent bubble: "What, you don't care whether your mother lives or dies?"

"I..." Qin Yuechuan was instantly speechless, as if an invisible hand had gripped his throat, tearing him apart with immense conflict and pain. "You...you and her...you..."

Zhang Mo looked at his face, which had turned pale instantly, and the pain surging in his eyes. A faint, elusive emotion seemed to flicker deep within her gaze. Her tone softened slightly, but it still carried that calm composure of someone in control: "Don't worry, I haven't thanked you yet for helping me through security today."

"I won't let your mother die."

I will not die either.

As a certain point of light was illuminated, some crazy idea exploded in Qin Yuechuan's mind.

All the struggle, fear, and hesitation were replaced by a desperate, all-or-nothing resolve. With a decisive swerve, the "submarine" changed course.

Qin Yuechuan: "Okay! I'll trust you this once! Come on up!"

I hope you're not lying to me!

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At the entrance of the Bai family villa.

Zhang Mo's appearance stunned Shi Tou and Long Xi: "Boss, you, why are you back?"

Only Jiu Xuan sighed softly: "It still came to this."

Jiang Mian followed behind Zhang Mo, tears streaming down her face with nervousness. Her tears turned into pearls, rolling down the marble steps at the villa's entrance.

Zhang Mo bent down, picked up a pearl, and tossed it into Jiang Mian's trembling palm. She then sternly criticized him, "I told you, you can cry, but use a bag to catch it. Don't waste things or litter. Didn't you hear me?"

Jiang Mian: "......"

Jiu Xuan: "Ahem, let me explain the situation inside. There are four adults inside the house, all of whom are unconscious."

Wang Heng used the 'Soul-Destroying Silk' to wrap around their necks. With just a little force, they would be doomed, their souls scattered.

Furthermore, he set up a barrier, clearly indicating that only you are allowed to enter.

"If we launch a direct assault, the humans inside probably won't be able to withstand it."

In short, it boils down to this: with hostages in hand, I have the world at my fingertips.

Zhang Mo: "'Soul-Destroying Silk'... Okay, I understand. I'll go in and talk to him."

"What, you're just going to go in like that?" Shi Tou, Long Xi, and Jiang Mian were all stunned and instinctively tried to stop them.

But Jiu Xuan stopped them: "This is the path she chose, and she needs to walk it alone."

And so, Zhang Mo walked alone toward what might have been a predetermined ending.

The Bai family villa was deathly silent, like a tomb. Under the halo of the crystal chandelier, Bai's father, Bai Tiancheng, Bai Tianjin, and Bai Tianjiao lay neatly asleep on the sofa, like insects trapped in a spider web. Thin, almost transparent energy threads were wrapped around their necks, the other ends of which converged in Wang Heng's palm.

He stood high on the spiral staircase leading to the second floor.

With the slightest tug, the thin thread glows with a dark, blood-red light—this is the "Soul-Destroying Thread" formed from demonic power, which snaps at the slightest touch, killing the entire family.

On the coffee table in front of the Bai family of four, there was a cake with only a single candle (the number "2") inserted.

The other "2" is still in Bai Tianjiao's hands.

To encounter something like this on one's birthday, this kid is really unlucky.

Wang Heng occupied Yang Qiang's aging body, his withered fingers hovering above a thin thread. He was still wearing the same clothes Yang Qiang had worn during his interrogation, except for a small hole in his chest, surrounded by blood, as if something had recently pierced through him.

He looked at Zhang Mo, who had burst through the door, and grinned with a smile mixed with blood and foam: "They all say you're smart, but unfortunately, you're just a little bit short. In the end, you chose the stupidest path."

Zhang Mo spread her hands: "If you don't go and see for yourself, how will you know if you're stupid or smart?" As she spoke, she sat down on a single sofa next to her and casually waved her hand, a handful of silver powder leaking out of her hand.

The powder particles shimmered with a cold metallic light under the lamp, like crushed stardust.

Wang Heng instinctively dodged backward. Because of the burden of Yang Qiang's body, his demonic power was less than 20% of what it used to be, so he had to be extremely careful.

Unexpectedly, the powder did not target Wang Heng, but instead enveloped the four members of the Bai family like a snowy mist!

The silver-gray particles melted upon contact with the skin, instantly covering the four people's exposed skin with a cold, hard gray-white hue, and even the folds of their clothes solidified into hard, marble-like edges.

“A joint production by Shi Tou and Jiang Rong, it’s like an invincible armor. Pretty effective, right?” Zhang Mo smiled, flicking the silver-gray residue off her cuff. “I think this makes it easier for us to communicate on a relatively equal footing.”

Wang Heng: "......"

Such hardness clearly meant that the "Soul-Destroying Silk" couldn't cut it easily. This meant he would lose his hostage.

In that case, Wang Heng put away the "Soul-Destroying Silk" in his hand.

Never mind, it doesn't matter anyway, his only target is Zhang Mo.

In terms of both qualifications and suitability, Zhang Mo is far superior to Yang Qiang.

He was determined to win.