Chapter 382, don’t you think he’s asking for a beating? (First update)

Old Master Mo glanced at her and reached for the teacup, lifting the lid and a light mist spilled out, blurring the sharp gleam in his eyes.

He sipped the hot tea leisurely and said unhurriedly, "If Mo Chen wishes to get close to Ye Jiuliang, let him be. This will save us a lot of effort."

After all, nothing could be more genuine than real feelings, which would make Ye Jiuliang trust Mo Chen even more.

"But what if Mo Chen eventually sides with Ye Jiuliang in the end? That..." Mo Yu’s biggest worry was exactly this. She knew her own son, and as things escalated, Mo Chen might even turn against them.

Before she could finish, a cold laugh came from across her.

"Heh."

Mo Yu looked towards her father, met the bone-chilling coldness in his gaze, and her breath hitched violently.

Old Master Mo suddenly smiled, the malice in his eyes vanishing as if it had never been there, "You needn’t worry about that. In the end, Mo Chen will stand with us."

As a member of the Mo Family, one could only stand on the side of the Mo Family.

Mo Yu lowered her eyes, well aware of her father’s temperament, she fell silent.

...

"This is so boring, Erbao," Ye Jiuliang dropped the game console, listless as she looked over to Erbao, who was dozing by her side.

Startled by her sudden shout, Erbao sprang up, shaking its pristine white fur.

Ye Jiuliang took the cat teaser and played with it, her mind elsewhere.

"Erbao, Li Mochan has been gone for three days. He didn’t even take my call yesterday. Do you think he deserves a beating, hmm?"

Erbao reached out its paw to grab the cat teaser, its round and shiny eyes turning eagerly, "Woof woof woof..."

"Right, you agree, don’t you?" Ye Jiuliang threw the teaser to it, stood up, and stretched her slightly numb legs.

The Desert of Hell was a place she hadn’t visited yet; it should be interesting.

She curled her lips in a smirk and turned to go upstairs.

Moments later, she changed into a set of casual clothes, simple and neat.

She slipped into her black boots, her steps light as she descended the stairs, her backpack swinging with her movements.

Seeing her come down, Erbao wagged its tail and scampered toward Ye Jiuliang.

"Woof woof woof..."

Ye Jiuliang squatted down and reached out to pat its head.

"Erbao, I’m leaving now. Be a good dog while I’m gone."

Standing up, she took the keys from the table, ignoring Erbao’s pitiful gaze, and stepped out.

...

As dusk approached, the angry wind howled, whipping up the sand in gusty whirlwinds, and for a moment, the world turned a dim gray.

The wind carried the stench of blood as it swept past.

A fierce battle had reached its end.

On the ground, a group of men in black lay motionless across the desert.

Wei Dong roughly grabbed one of the men in black, his movements brusque.

"Speak up, where is Dells?"

"Wei Dong, don’t waste your energy, they’re Dead Warriors," said Wei Nan, standing up with a horrible expression on his face.

Wei Dong frowned, glancing at the man in black he was holding, "Are you sure?"

Wei Nan nodded solemnly, "I think they’re not from the Dells Organization, but rather from someone mysterious backing Dells."

"And perhaps related to those men in black we’ve been trailing all this time."

At that, Wei Dong’s frown deepened even further.

He let go of the man in black and tossed him back onto the ground.

Damn, all that effort for nothing.

"With Bei Sen escaping back, he will definitely inform Dells that we have arrived here. They will be even more cautious now, capturing them won’t be that easy anymore."

All of a sudden, a black figure sprung from the ground and charged at Wei Dong.

The figure carried an overwhelming momentum and a fierce determination to fight to the death.

"Be careful."

Wei Nan’s complexion shifted slightly as he extended his arm to block the man in black.

A poison dart sliced through his sleeve, barely grazed his arm, and cut a gash into it.

A tiny blood bead oozed out, an abnormal dark red color.

Wei Dong’s eyes darkened as he kicked towards the man in black and drew a dagger from his waist, throwing it casually.

"Puchi," the sound of the blade piercing flesh was chilling.

The man in black looked down at the dagger embedded in his abdomen, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, his body uncontrollably falling backward.

"Bang—"

The man in black’s gaze was empty, his breathing ceased.

"How are you?" Wei Dong grabbed Wei Nan’s hand, saw the wound on his arm oozing black blood, and his face immediately turned grim.

The poison dart was poisoned.

"Can the poison be cured?" he asked anxiously.

Wei Nan’s face was deathly pale, his lips gradually turning cyan; he reached into his pocket with trembling fingertips and took out a porcelain bottle.

"I’ll do it." Wei Dong took the porcelain bottle, poured out a lustrous pill.

The faint scent of herbs was comforting to smell.

He stuffed the pill into Wei Nan’s mouth, his gaze showing a touch of urgency, "How is it, feeling any better?"

"Help me back first, this medicine can only suppress the poison temporarily." After swallowing the pill, Wei Nan’s complexion was still pale and showed no signs of improvement.

"Let’s go." Ignoring the lifeless body on the ground, Wei Dong supported him and they left.

**

"Koda, something’s happened, come out quickly, you need to come out." The man stumbled in, nearly smashing headfirst into the doorframe.

"Koda, where are you?"

"What’s all this noise about, making such a racket?"

The wooden door beside them swung open, and Koda emerged with a sullen face, his clothes disheveled, clearly roused from sleep by the loud voice.

"Beisen, what are you causing a fuss about now?"

Beisen rushed over, grabbing his arm with a terrified look in his eyes, his voice trembling, "Something’s happened, when I was coming back just now, I saw people from the Dark Hall, they’re after us."

"What happened?" Koda’s expression immediately tensed upon hearing "Dark Hall."

He grabbed Beisen by the collar, "Did you lead them here?"

"No, the Dead Warriors stopped them, I ran back first." Beisen said, still shaken.

"Are you sure they didn’t follow you?" Koda’s eyes were dark and cold as he stared at him, his voice frosty.

"No, no," Beisen shook his head desperately.

Koda relaxed slightly, "How many people came from the Dark Hall?"

"Two." Recalling the situation at that time, Beisen honestly replied.

Koda narrowed his eyes, it was impossible for two people to deal with so many Dead Warriors.

Unless...

Beisen had barely caught his breath when his collar was grabbed again.

"Who are those two from the Dark Hall? Did Li Mochan come as well?" Koda demanded sharply.

"It was Wei Dong and Wei Nan, I didn’t see Li Mochan. How could Mohan possibly come to a place like this." Beisen quickly said.

Koda looked at him with skepticism, "Are you sure?"

The ominous look in his eyes put pressure on Beisen, who nodded eagerly.

Koda let him go, his face showing displeasure, "What were you thinking, going out for no reason? Do you really think you’re here on vacation?"

"If because of one person, all of us are caught by Mohan, don’t think we will let you off, and those people won’t easily let you off either."