Chapter 11 The Light That Cannot Be Found
——For seventeen years, he stood at the pinnacle of power, but could not find the disappearing light.
Mo Xiaohan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the night view of Bangkok.
The cigar between his fingers was half burned, and the ash fell on the expensive Persian carpet. No one dared to step forward to clean it.
At the age of 27, he is no longer the struggling stray dog in the slums, but the most feared "King of Eternal Night" in Southeast Asia.
He killed his father and brother, massacred the Mohist school, massacred hostile forces, sat on the throne by stepping on countless corpses, and controlled casinos, arms, shipping, underground transactions... and even the political lifeline of some small countries.
His tentacles are everywhere, even the highest echelons of the government have to bow their heads before him. Now, a single word from him can shake the entire Southeast Asia.
"Still no news?" He spoke in a low voice, smoke curling from the cigar between his fingers.
A-Tai, his trusted confidant, lowered his head. "We've completely lost all leads on Dr. Ruan. The medical team's records were incomplete, and she moved several times after returning to China. She originally belonged to Doctors Without Borders, so her whereabouts are uncertain. As for... that lady..."
Mo Xiaohan's eyes darkened and he slowly raised his left hand. The silver ring on his ring finger shone coldly under the light.
"Keep looking." His voice was calm, yet it revealed an undeniable ruthlessness. "I will find you even if I have to search the entire world."
A-Tai hesitated, "Boss, what if...she's already married?"
Mo Xiaohan turned around slowly, a dark, tyrannical look surging in his eyes: "Then kill her husband, break her legs, and lock her up to me."
——His light can only belong to him.
A Tai fell silent, not daring to say anything more, and walked out with his head down.
"Ruan Xingchen."
Mo Xiaohan whispered the name, his voice so low that it sounded like an obsession crawling out from the depths of hell.
Seventeen years.
He searched all over Southeast Asia and even sent people to sneak into China to search for him, but Ruan Xingchen seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth.
Every year on the day Ruan Xingchen left, Mo Xiaohan would go to the old site of the medical camp alone and stand in the overgrown ruins all night.
Power, wealth, the power of life and death... He can use all means to get what he wants, but he can't get the light that once illuminated him.
Outside the window, it was raining heavily.
In Bangkok's top private club, the banquet hall is magnificent, the dignitaries raise their glasses to flatter, and the socialites glance around, but their eyes always seem to fall on the man sitting at the main seat.
Mo Xiaohan was wearing a neatly tailored black suit. He shook his wine glass casually, ignoring the fiery gazes around him.
"Mr. Mo, my daughter just came back from studying in London and is very interested in finance..." A banker introduced with a flattering smile. All parties wanted to push their daughters, sisters, and nieces to his side.
Mo Xiaohan didn't even raise his eyelids, his slender fingers playing with the candy paper boat specimen pressed lighter - seventeen years later, the color was still bright.
"roll."
Just one word and the whole audience fell silent.
This is not the first time such a scene has occurred.
Mo Xiaohan is very handsome, with sharp features like a knife, deep eyebrows and eyes. The old scar on his left eyelid does not make him look hideous, but instead adds a bit of dangerous charm.
Coupled with his ruthlessness and power, countless women have been trying to get into his bed. Celebrities, stars, gangster daughters... They use all means to win his favor.
But Mo Xiaohan never touches women. His bedroom is always clean and deserted, and even the smell of perfume is not allowed to remain.
The daughter of an arms dealer accidentally spilled red wine on his chest at a banquet, and he chopped off her finger on the spot;
A top star was waiting for him in a hotel, naked, but he threw her out of the window along with her bed sheet;
Even when a princess of a certain country publicly declared her love, the entire royal family received a coffin sent by the Mohist school the next day.
Whenever a woman approached him recklessly, Mo Xiaohan's eyes would become as cold as if he was looking at a dead person, as if looking at her for one more second would be a blasphemy to something precious.
There has long been someone living in his heart.
Someone who can never be found again.
Only a few of his confidants had seen him, drunk, murmuring that name to the ring on his left hand—
"Star."
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