"What...what exactly are you plotting?"
You should ask yourself that question.
Ling Mo curled his lips into a smirk, his face exuding a roguish air, which made him appear even more mysterious and unpredictable under the dim indoor lighting.
The woman, sprawled on the ground and barely clothed, shuddered involuntarily upon hearing Ling Mo's voice, mumbling, "Sister..."
"Your hearing is good, it's me."
Ling Mo lowered his eyes and glanced at her indifferently, then slowly squatted down, took out a delicate key from his pocket, and deftly unlocked the helmet on the head of the woman who was slumped on the ground like a dead fish, unable to move.
As soon as the helmet was opened, Ling Tian's pale face was exposed to everyone.
"Little Sweetie..."
Liang Feifan's pupils contracted sharply, his eyes widened like saucers, staring intently at Ling Tian, whose mouth was covered with black tape and who could only sob softly. He asked in a trembling voice:
What are you doing here?
"Waaaaah..."
Ling Tian no longer cared about her embarrassment; her tender eyes were filled with tears.
With a "rip," Ling Mo removed the tape from Ling Tian's mouth and patted her still-blushing cheeks with a beaming smile.
"Didn't you dream of becoming Liang Feifan? I'm just doing this to make your wish come true, so why are you crying?"
"Ling...Ling Mo, aren't you afraid of divine retribution?"
Ling Tian truly dreamed of becoming Liang Feifan's woman.
But she really didn't want to experience Liang Feifan's madness and violence a second time.
Furthermore, the fact that Ling Mo, who should have been dead, was now standing perfectly fine in front of her filled her with dread.
"I'm not afraid. If there really is divine retribution, you will definitely be the one to die before me." Ling Mo shrugged and said nonchalantly.
"Ling Mo, what exactly do you want to do? Persecuting your own sister time and time again, is this something a normal person would do? I really don't understand, how could you be so cruel?"
Liang Feifan stared intently at the smiling Ling Mo, a bone-chilling fear rising within him.
"You and Ling Tian are a perfect match."
Ling Mo witnessed Liang Feifan's shamelessness once again and chuckled lightly.
Seeing Ling Mo approaching him step by step, Liang Feifan's alarm bells went off. He grabbed the scissors he had used to cut Ling Tian's clothes and threatened her:
"Don't come any closer! If you take another step, I'll slash your pretty face with the scissors in my hand."
"You think a pair of scissors can stop me?"
Ling Mo, completely unafraid, snatched the scissors from Liang Feifan's hand, who was bluffing and brandishing the scissors, and threw him heavily onto the stool where Qin Beiming had just been sitting, as if he were a chicken.
"Ling Mo, do you know that trespassing is illegal? If you dare to mess around again, don't blame me for being ruthless."
"Liang scum, how dare you talk to me about the law? Who intended to kidnap you? And who intended to secretly kill you?" Ling Mo picked up a rope that had fallen to the ground, wrapped it around his neck twice haphazardly, and tied a knot in the leg of the stool.
Seeing the madness in Ling Mo's eyes, Liang Feifan realized that she was very likely already planning to kill him.
"Ling Mo, you can't kill me. I'm the president of the Liang Group. If you dare to kill me, the police will find you soon."
His lips trembled with fear, and his arm in a cast swayed slightly as his body shook.
On the other hand, Qin Beiming's focus was clearly a bit off.
Seeing that Liang Feifan had no clothes to cover his body, and that Ling Mo was questioning Liang Feifan intently, he felt increasingly uneasy.
After a moment's hesitation, he simply covered Liang Feifan with the thin blanket on the sofa, making sure he was completely covered.
Liang Feifan was terrified by Ling Mo's frightening demeanor. In a moment of confusion, he regarded Qin Beiming as his savior and begged him for mercy in a kind and gentle voice, hoping that Qin Beiming could save his life.
"Medical Assistant Qin, please save me. You mustn't be bewitched by that venomous woman, Ling Mo. She can even harm her own sisters, let alone us!"
"Save you? That's wishful thinking."
"If you're willing to help me, I guarantee I'll pay you a generous reward afterward. There's not much of a conflict between us. If you're willing to help me tie up that little hussy Ling Mo, I can promise you I'll immediately provide you with a top-of-the-line luxury car."
Qin Beiming hadn't expected that Liang Feifan, even on the verge of death, would still naively try to bribe him with a luxury car. He casually pulled out a syringe he'd taken from one of the thugs from his pocket and abruptly asked:
"They're all trying to kill me, and you call that not a deep conflict?"
"I was still angry at the time. When I saw you hanging out with a heartless woman like Ling Mo, I had you tied up too. However, I didn't have you drugged. Otherwise, how could you be standing here in front of me now?" Liang Feifan argued without batting an eye, still trying to put up a stubborn resistance.
"Do you want to know why tranquilizers don't work for me?"
Why...?
"All of this is thanks to a chronic illness that I've had for a long time. The more I used tranquilizers, the more immune I became."
Before this, Qin Beiming had never imagined that his hidden ailment would one day save his life.
"Hidden illness?"
Liang Feifan was not interested in whether Qin Beiming had any hidden illnesses.
However, in order to buy time, he had no choice but to try his best to deal with Qin Beiming and Ling Mo.
Seeing that Qin Beiming didn't continue, after a moment of contemplation, he turned his head, feigning confusion, and anxiously asked Ling Mo:
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