CHAPTER 574: CHAPTER 558: TAKE GOOD CARE OF HER

"Are you okay?"

He appeared calm and composed.

The elusive Song Moting appeared before them.

Silently.

She nodded.

"Let’s go!"

He said, gripping her arm and leading her toward the door.

Jiang Xiaoxiao reached out tightly to hold that small chubby hand.

Song Moting picked up the little boy, "Hold on to me, close your eyes, it’ll be over soon."

There was a hint of tenderness in his voice, and Jiang Xiaoxiao knew that Song Moting was reminded of Tang Yuan.

The boy closed his eyes, nestled tightly against Song Moting’s chest.

His small hands clutched tightly at Song Moting’s chest.

When on a mission, Song Moting’s senses became more acute, the calm within radiated outward.

The tighter the mission, the calmer he became, as if time slowed to slow motion.

In moments like these, he could see and hear every detail, analyzing and predicting outcomes in his mind, then making decisions and acting.

Everything completed in a fraction of a second, yet felt as if it lasted several minutes.

All appeared in his mind.

Adrenaline surged through his body, he could feel the blood rushing through his veins, but his mind remained calm and detached.

Someone had once told him that in these moments, his face was so calm it was frightening, utterly devoid of expression.

They were almost in complete darkness, the only window had heavy curtains that blocked most of the light.

Song Moting didn’t even pull open the curtains, finally able to conceal their movements.

But Jiang Xiaoxiao knew it was nighttime, the noise from the guards patrolling outside gradually decreasing.

She didn’t know what was beneath her window.

But she didn’t feel any panic; Song Moting had come in and out several times, if anyone noticed, they would have detected it long ago.

This was not something she should worry about.

Finally, there seemed to be some noise coming from the direction of the hall.

Many people were heading in that direction.

Time ticked away, one second, then two, before he carefully grasped her hand with his gloved hand.

His hand was much larger than hers, she felt its size, and the warmth wrapping around her cold fingers, realized his firm resolve, he gently squeezed her, then let go.

"We have two minutes to get out of here," he whispered. "Follow my instructions."

Jiang Xiaoxiao didn’t know if she could do it, but the close bond and rapport between them encouraged her.

Jiang Xiaoxiao nodded and stood up, her legs trembling uncontrollably.

She forced herself to stand firm, brushed away the hair from her face,

"I’m ready."

She had just taken two steps when gunshots pierced the silence of the night, coming from below them.

In the blink of an eye, he had quietly and swiftly turned and moved away from her side.

Opened a window, the window without the curtain’s cover, so when he looked at her, she could see his face, half hidden in darkness, the other half illuminated, revealing high, sharply defined cheekbones, a square resolute jaw, and lips with clear lines like a Greek sculpture.

"Keep your eyes on me," he instructed, "follow my hand signals."

He explained the basic hand gestures to her, a clenched fist held high meant "stop," while an open hand meant simply "pause."

Along with gestures for moving forward and hiding.

Fortunately, they didn’t have to travel far.

"We’re going out through this window," he said in a low voice, "it’s a five-meter drop from the window to the ground, no place to hold on. I’ll take you down, when you jump to the ground, leave the bright area and wait in the shadow of the building, try to minimize yourself, understand?"

Jiang Xiaoxiao nodded, she whispered, rising up and crossing through the window.

Then her whole body went airborne.

She wanted to lean on him, but worried she might hinder his actions.

Her life... and his... completely depended on his professional skills.

She couldn’t help, but at least she could ensure she wasn’t in the way.

Suddenly a guard appeared before them, he obviously froze upon seeing them, then shouted loudly, instinctively reaching for his gun.

Song Moting acted almost before the guard saw them.

He handed the child in his arms to Jiang Xiaoxiao and pushed her against the wall, while kneeling to draw the gun from his ankle.

The guard panicked, fired too early, the bullet hit the concrete three meters ahead of him.

Song Moting calmly raised his hand.

Jiang Xiaoxiao saw his face expressionless as he shot.

His first shot hit the guard’s chest, followed by another to the forehead.

The guard fell.

Song Moting grabbed Jiang Xiaoxiao’s hand, pulling her to stand.

Screams rang out in the distance, hurried footsteps ran towards them.

"Quick!"

He pushed her towards the left exit.

Guarded her and the child into the underground garage.

Mu Chen was holding Mu Shaocheng, "Dad! Dad!"

"Respiratory failure, Dad won’t make it. Big brother..."

Mu Chen frantically checked Mu Shaocheng’s breathing, gradually weakening, visibly dying.

Mu Feng stood up, drawing the weapon from his waist.

"Big brother, Jiang Xiaoxiao can’t die, we must bring her back."

Mu Feng ran out of the room, hearing but seemingly unaffected.

He ran towards the end of the corridor, but instead of going down the stairs, he vaulted over the railing to the next level’s landing, rushing into Ziluo’s room.

Ziluo looked pale at her brother, breathing rapidly, the oxygen mask fogging up from her hurried breaths.

Ziluo had another attack.

Mu Feng carefully picked up Ziluo like a treasure.

"Big... brother!"

"Big brother is taking you to get treatment."

Mu Feng carried Ziluo.

This time he reached the ground floor.

The gunshots seemed to come from the right below, near the backyard.

That’s beneath Jiang Xiaoxiao’s room, just as they expected.

The garden was almost filled with people, security personnel futilely searching for Song Moting’s shadow.

But upon seeing Mu Feng holding Ziluo, they all stopped automatically.

"Find them at all costs."

Mu Feng shouted.

Watching all the guards turn and rush into the night.

Mu Feng slowed his pace, thinking.

Song Moting would try to get a vehicle, not escape on foot, but the vehicles were parked in a guarded outdoor lot, while the villa’s underground garage was Mu Shaocheng’s favorite.

The most dangerous place is the safest place.

Heading towards the garage area.

Emergency lights lit up the entire villa, everywhere filled with armed guards.

The dark garage was silent, he moved between rows of sedans and jeeps.

"Are you here?"

He asked softly.

Ziluo trembled slightly, her face paler.

"Yes."

Mu Feng suddenly turned, seeing Song Moting emerging from the darkness, behind him a woman holding a child.

"Go quickly, take my sister, heal her, I will fulfill my promise."

He said in a low voice, taking out a set of keys from his pants pocket and throwing them to Song Moting.

Song Moting released Jiang Xiaoxiao, caught the keys with his left hand.

Reached out to take Ziluo, the girl as light as a feather.

Ziluo watched her brother’s determined leaving figure, at a loss.

What happened?