In that instant, Rong Chang's expression turned cold, and she stopped in her tracks.
She looked up at the window and saw the luxurious helicopter slowly landing in the spacious courtyard.
It was too late to go downstairs and inform Mo Zhan. Rong Shang knew that the other party wouldn't dare to touch Mo Zhan, so she hurriedly walked towards the other end of the room.
A few minutes later, a group of men in black, armed with tranquilizer guns, stormed into the living room downstairs.
They automatically lined up in two rows.
A few seconds later, the mixed-race man walked in from outside, his studded boots clicking on the smooth floor, his steady footsteps echoing.
When Mo Zhan came out of the kitchen after hearing the noise, dozens of tranquilizer guns were already pointed at him.
Why does this scene make Mo Zhan want to laugh so much?
With a cold and composed expression, Mo Zhan walked to the glass table, took out a few tissues, and dried his hands.
He dropped it and sat down on the sofa with a languid and elegant posture.
Is this state a little too relaxed?
But Su Jun hadn't expected that he would actually transfer all his men to the Mo family's old residence to guard it.
Leaving not a single soldier behind, are they planning a diversionary tactic to lure the tiger away from the mountain?
With a slow, leisurely smile, Su Jun raised his hand and brushed his bangs back from his forehead. His amber eyes flashed with a hint of wickedness. He casually glanced around the living room and finally landed on Mo Zhan.
With thin lips parted, his voice sharp, "Mo Zhan, I only want Mo Qiqi. Hand her over, and I won't harm you in the slightest."
"Hmph." Mo Zhan sneered, ignoring him, but his sharp gaze fell directly on the petite figure at the back of the crowd.
Caught off guard by his gaze, Ye Weiya's heart skipped a beat. She lowered her head guiltily, and Mo Zhan's cold voice came from ahead.
"You got here so quickly; you must have quite a few informants."
"Eyeliner?" Su Jun glanced back at Ye Weiya, then smiled meaningfully. "Speaking of eyeliner, Su Jun really has to thank President Mo, his exceptional friend."
This statement is full of sarcasm.
Behind the crowd, Ye Weiya's expression suddenly changed, "..."
Faced with the cold and unfamiliar gaze of the man she once loved so deeply, Ye Weiya bit her lower lip and tightened her grip on her side.
But Su Jun, disregarding her feelings, spoke his words slowly and deliberately.
"Without Miss Ye's help, we'd probably still be entangled with President Mo's men at the Mo family's old mansion."
How could they arrive so quickly?
After speaking, Su Jun raised an eyebrow at Mo Zhan in a provocative manner.
Unfortunately, the other party ignored him, and he ended up talking to himself.
The smile on Su Jun's lips faded slightly, and he frowned.
After a few seconds of silent confrontation, he steered the conversation back to Mo Qiqi, "Mo Zhan, Mo Qiqi's identity is so special, do you really think you can protect her?"
"If everyone in the country knew that Mo Qiqi was a fox, then I wouldn't be the only one trying to catch her."
The Mohists, too, could not remain unaffected.
Of course, Su Jun knew what his true relationship with Mo Qiqi was, and he also knew that Mo Zhan would definitely not willingly hand over Mo Qiqi for the time being.
So he simply shut up.
Turning her head, she raised a clean, beautiful hand and said, "Search!"
At a single command, twenty or thirty men in black instantly surrounded the entire living room.
With his long, narrowed eyes dangerously, Mo Zhan abruptly stood up from the sofa.
His gaze was sharp and filled with murderous intent.
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