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pted her with a private message: "You're still browsing this late, are you being a ghost"She smiled warmly, giggling softly, wrapped in her blanket and typing on her computer, "I'm just browsing aroun...Mo Yao brought Lei on a cruise, with four bodyguards trailing behind. As soon as they arrived at the dock, they saw a middle-aged British man walking towards them, smiling and shaking hands with Mo Yao. He was a rather trustworthy-looking man, with no hint of threat whatsoever. Little did anyone know that this man controlled half of Europe's drug market. Mo Yao knew him because the Black Hand had dabbled in the drug business in its early years, inevitably leading to dealings with them. Mo Ye and Mo Jue had dealt with people in the European drug market back then. By Mo Ye's generation, the network had shifted.

Fei mainly does the drug business, but recently he wants to enter the arms market. The smuggling network is most stable on the side of the Mafia, so he naturally thought of Mo Yao. Business people don't divide industries; they play whichever one makes money, and Mo Yao is no exception. Mo Yao was also interested in the arms market business, but the first terrorist organization had already made a big profit, so he later didn't want to get involved in this area. If he helped cover transportation and smuggling, he could still do business.

After a brief greeting, the two boarded the cruise ship. Mo Yao and Rhys went to the main hall to discuss business. As soon as they sat down, Rhys clapped his hands, and a handsome man in tight-fitting clothes appeared with an XO. He was tall and straight, with a handsome and clear appearance.

Mo Yao was startled, remembering this man. He had seen him in Rome. The assassin he and Bai Liu saw at the bar that day was him. He hadn't expected to see this man on a yacht.

Mo Yao sat still and expressionless, her lips pursed as she watched him. The man didn't seem very old and rarely spoke. He put down his wine and sat beside Fei Si. Fei Si touched his face and smiled, gesturing for him to serve Mo Yao.

Mo Yao raised her hand and said lightly, "I'm not interested in men."

Fees was stunned, then burst into laughter. The man also gave a coquettish smile, his body swaying like a water snake as he slithered past and leaned against Mo Yao, his slender fingers brushing across his chest, light taps like the keys of a piano.

"Godfather, am I not worthy to serve you"

Mo Yao remained unmoved, coldly glaring at Feis. "I have something urgent to attend to today. I'll leave immediately after we finish talking. Who is this person If they are not involved, please leave."

"Look at him, who does he resemble" said Face.

Mo Yao frowned. He'd been absent-minded all day, not thinking much of anything. He had felt that this person looked familiar before, but he couldn't remember where he'd seen him. When Feis mentioned him, he finally realized that the man did seem familiar.

He didn't want to guess the riddle, waiting for Feis to reveal the answer. Feis said, "You still remember Riley, right This is his stepson. After he killed Riley, he has been secretly manipulating France's cultural smuggling market from behind the scenes. Riley was the one you promoted."

Mo Yuan also recalled this person. Riley was French and a master of cultural smuggling. The Mafia also engaged in cultural smuggling, although it wasn't their core business, it still brought them a significant portion of profit. Mo Yuan, to better control the European black market, eliminated the original owner because he was too arrogant and disobedient. He then promoted Riley, a pliable puppet, to take his place. This man was a figurehead, not doing much himself, but the key was his obedience.

Mo Yao and Mo Chen both valued him very much. In this day and age, such obedient subordinates were rare, especially one who was a mafia boss. Who would have thought that in just two years, he would be killed It was said to be an internal power struggle within the Riley family. This man had no sons, but he raised several adopted sons. These adopted sons were all vying for power, so they brought him down. Mo Yao and Mo Chen found new replacements and gave up on their mafia afterward.

Mo Yao felt that this man looked familiar, not because he resembled Riley. He had seen this kid at a gangster meeting. Back then, the kid was unruly but held a grudge against him. Most gangsters had that kind of look in their eyes, and Mo Yao was used to it. He didn't think anything was wrong.

“What are you doing here” Mo Yao asked in a deep voice. The man gave a charming smile, and Feis said that this arms market was mainly planned by him and this man. Otherwise, he couldn't handle it with his own strength. Mo Yao has never liked to cooperate with rivals who compete with him. He narrowed his eyes dangerously, sarcastically accusing Feis of hiding something. Feis just smiled, the man said, "Whether you do business with Feis or me, it's still business. What's the difference Money doesn't recognize people."

Mo Yao sneered, "I'm not short of money, so I choose people. You don't qualify yet."

That handsome young man smiled with a touch of feminine softness, and said coldly, "I'm not qualified, is it because you think I lack the courage"

Provocation had little effect on Mo Yao. He said, “Stop with this act, I won't fall for it. Feis, we've been friends for years, and you're actually trying to play me You're shameless!”

Mo Yao got up, and Fei Si hurriedly stood up to stop him, "Mo Yao, I meant no harm, it's just a business deal."

“A man who can kill even his own father, I wouldn't do business with him.” Mo Yao said coldly, raising her wrist to look at the time, she was about to leave when the man who had been lounging on the sofa suddenly smirked, “Father Figure, do you know why I killed Riley”

Mo Yao narrowed her brow. "I have no interest in why you killed your father."

"He's not my father." The man said, a sinister smile playing on his lips as he looked at Mo Yao. A flash of hatred glinted in his eyes before disappearing just as quickly. "You've killed so many people in your life, you probably don't remember how many have died by your hand."

Mo Yao narrowed her eyes, about to reply when the phone suddenly rang. It was Mo Xiaobai calling, "Boss, where are you It's almost time, have you come back yet"

His voice was a bit anxious. Mo Yao absentmindedly thought, was Xiaobai worried that he wouldn't make it to his wedding So eager... Mo Yao said lightly, "I still have some details I need to figure out. You guys go ahead, I'll be there in a while."

"Are you okay"

"It's fine!" Mo Yao clearly didn't want to waste time. She hung up the phone and looked coldly at the man, "Who are you What do you want"

Mo Xiaobai and the others went to the auditorium first. There was still half an hour before the scheduled time, but Mo Xiaobai's mood grew increasingly tense, his heart beating almost out of its normal rhythm. Why hadn't Mo Yao appeared yet

Mo Xiaobai could really bear it no longer and called again. Mo Yao picked up the phone, and before Xiaobai could even ask, Mo Yao said, "What's the rush I'm coming back right now…"

Just as Xiaobai had taken a breath, a gunshot rang out, and Mo Yao's voice came to an abrupt halt.

Little White hurried and shouted, "Big Brother...!"arm heart is like being constantly boiled in alternating hot and cold water. His face flushed then paled, his eyes welled with tears. Last night he was still loving her, saying he thought of her. But...