CHAPTER 270: DESPERATE RESCUE

"Daddy..." Angela screamed. Mo Chen frowned slightly. Killing her father in front of Angela was a bit cruel. In that split second of his distraction, Julie had already opened fire. Mo Chen rolled on the ground, picked up Angela, and hid behind the wreckage.

Blood flowed continuously from John’s abdomen, spreading across the ground. Julie used John as a human shield, covering her escape to another part of the ruins. Gunfire immediately erupted, filling the entire junkyard.

There were John’s men, and there were Mafia men, complexly interwoven into a chaotic scene.

Julie knew the Mafia had arrived. She sneered coldly, pushing John away. He immediately fell to the ground. Julie then fired at Wen Nuan, who was suspended in mid-air. The bullet accurately struck the rope, and Wen Nuan plummeted seven or eight meters down, directly towards sharp iron rods.

"Wen Nuan..." Ye Feimo, disguised as Mo Xiaobai, his eyes bloodshot, swiftly moved forward and forcefully bent the sharp iron rods. He reached out to catch Wen Nuan. To absorb the impact, he had to roll once on a discarded oil tanker. Sharp iron nails deeply pierced his muscles, and Ye Feimo let out several muffled groans. Due to the impact, Wen Nuan’s thighs and calves were scraped by metal shards.

Dust kicked up, and the piled-up discarded items lost balance and fell. Ye Feimo’s eyes flashed with pain. It was too late to avoid it. He flipped his body, completely covering Wen Nuan, wrapping his arms around her head and pressing it into his embrace.

Discarded oil tanker debris, metal shards, and other trash all cascaded down, covering them.

It conveniently blocked a volley of bullets.

Something pierced his back. Wen Nuan only heard another muffled groan from the man above her. She immediately became anxious. Who was this person, and why was he risking his life to save her?

Did he not want to live?

That familiar voice... Was it Feimo?

"Little Cousin..." Mo Chen shouted. Suddenly, gunshots rang out. Four figures fell from the four high positions. Mo Wushuang, carrying an M99 sniper rifle, blew a smiling whistle.

The woman, in a white shirt and black cool pants, with a silver chain at her waist and long, flowing hair, had an enchanting smile and unparalleled marksmanship, inheriting all of Ye Wei’s excellent shooting skills, even surpassing her own mother.

Hearing movement behind her, Mo Wushuang turned around and fired precisely, directly blowing up both the person and the boat. Sparks flew everywhere, and dust splattered.

Her gun-wielding posture was clean and sharp, exuding a beauty of strength.

Beautiful.

Mo Chen covered his face. "Sis, please, don’t play so excessively. It’s such a waste of resources. Do these ants warrant a sniper rifle like that?"

This was the Mafia’s newly modified M99 large-caliber sniper rifle, comparable to the damage caused by Russian K67 anti-armor semi-automatic cannon ammunition. Its destructive power was terrifying.

This was a classic case of using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

"It’s been a while since I’ve had a chance to flex my skills. Handguns aren’t exciting enough," Mo Wushuang said. She had a peculiar habit of liking powerful weapons. Her small frame contained immense strength, with astonishing arm power, so ordinary handguns didn’t impress her.

"Where’s Xiaobai?" Mo Chen looked around. Mo Wushuang pointed to the pile of wreckage and asked with a smile, "Don’t you think digging them out is what you should be concerned about?"

"Ahhh, Little Cousin, Little Cousin-in-law..." Mo Chen didn’t rely on Mo Wushuang. He turned and shouted, "Feng, Yun, Lei, Dian, once you’re done, come and dig them out."

Julie fled towards a pre-arranged oil tanker. They had prepared two escape routes, and a few people were left on the ship. Mo Yeyan was cunning, unpredictable, and intelligent, so they had to prepare in advance.

As Julie ran onto the ship, she cursed John. It was his foolish soft-heartedness that ruined everything; otherwise, she would have succeeded. Sooner or later, she would kill Mo Yeyan to avenge her fallen brothers.

As soon as she boarded the oil tanker, she roared for them to set sail. A head popped out from the second-floor deck. A man smiled at her, full of charm. "Beautiful, where do you want to go? Tonight, I’m at your service."

Julie instantly looked up and saw an exceptionally handsome face, with four parts allure and six parts charm, making one’s heart flutter. He possessed a captivating charm that drew people like moths to a flame.

Mo Yeyan!

She looked back in panic. She had clearly just seen him fall with the woman, their fates unknown. How could he appear here perfectly fine? Julie raised her gun and opened fire with her machine gun. Mo Xiaobai’s figure darted like lightning, reappearing on the other side, smiling. "Beautiful Julie, I’m this handsome, and you still have the heart to shoot? I specifically waited for you here. It’s fine if you don’t thank me, but at least say hello before you start shooting."

Julie fired several shots, but Mo Xiaobai dodged them all, still grinning. "Didn’t John satisfy you? So much anger, hormonal imbalance, perhaps?"

"Bastard!" Julie roared, firing several more shots. Mo Xiaobai, like a cunning snake, darted around on the second floor without engaging, infuriating Julie to the point of losing her mind, and she fired several more rounds.

Anyone would be enraged if their enemy looked at them with an ambiguous gaze, teasing them, as if stripping them bare from head to toe with just their eyes. For a proud woman like Julie, this was an utter humiliation.

Mo Xiaobai was definitely the type to revel in chaos, a man who would infuriate others without paying the price. He swung over the ship’s railing, his smile charming. "Julie, I’m right here. Actually, I’ve always wanted to tell you, you’re really beautiful. Being with John was a waste. Why don’t you come into my arms? I’ll treat you very well."

"You stinking man!" Julie roared, firing several more shots. Finally, she ran out of bullets. Mo Xiaobai’s lips curved into a smile. He leaped from the second floor to the main deck, then sprang upwards, seizing Julie and pressing her against the ship’s railing. Julie dropped her pistol and struck with her bare hands. Mo Xiaobai grabbed her wrist and twisted it backward, his eyes still holding a charming allure.

He stretched his neck, deliberately rubbing against Julie. "Is it really stinky? Smell me, it’s very fragrant, very sweet-smelling. Go on, smell."

Julie raised her knee to strike him below the belt, but Mo Xiaobai was faster. His thigh blocked her legs, leaving Julie unable to move. In close-quarters combat, she was no match for Xiaobai.

"Wow, nice figure! So soft." As their bodies pressed tightly together, Mo Xiaobai maliciously rubbed his chest against hers. A voluptuous beauty, indeed. Julie’s face flushed crimson, her eyes wide with fury. Mo Xiaobai tsk-tsked. "Blushing? Shy?"

Mo Xiaobai said helplessly, "I knew women would have no resistance against me. Even a beauty like Julie is no exception. But what to do? I’m not really interested in girls with too good of a figure. How about we cut off your two ’grapefruits’ before we discuss further?"