CHAPTER 700: CHAPTER 702:

The robber was wrapped up tightly from head to toe, dressed in pitch black, not to mention that the only visible part, his eyes, appeared very fierce.

He held a dagger in his hand, which under the sunlight could be seen to be extremely sharp and pointed.

Mo Shu’s belly was huge; at a glance, it was the size of a woman at full term with a child.

The robber eyed that belly with a fiery greed.

Was that just a belly?

No!

It was a pair of twins!

It was a billion!

As long as he could get these children out and kill this woman, then the Mo Family’s billions in property would all belong to Mo Jiantao.

When that time came, wouldn’t it be a piece of cake to then take all this property from the fool Mo Jiantao?

The calculations in the robber’s mind were clanging loudly, and he glanced at his brothers behind him; his smile deepened beneath his mask.

With a wave of his hand, his brothers immediately began searching around.

Indeed, it was only Mo Shu who had come alone.

Mo Shu watched their movements and said with a brimming smile, "What are you worried about? Even if it wasn’t just me, a pregnant woman fallen into your hands, pressuring someone is powerless to resist, after all, there are three lives here."

The robber had not expected Mo Shu to actually be so honest, and immediately thought of Sha Ling as a look of disdain crossed his eyes.

Sha Ling was the same way back then, foolishly naive.

Indeed, the temperaments and minds of mother and daughter were inherently inherited.

Oh no, there was also the mentally challenged Mo Jiantao, a family of three idiots.

The robber sneered ominously, "Where’s the money?"

Mo Shu carried a backpack.

The backpack was large, filled with ten thousand checks.

It weighed about ten kilograms, yet Mo Shu, the pregnant woman with such a large belly, seemed to carry it with ease.

Her face bore a natural expression as she reached to pull the backpack behind her, saying, "Here, give me a hand, my belly is too big, I can’t quite reach it."

Mo Shu’s tone was as relaxed as if she were asking for help passing a tissue.

The robber frowned dissatisfiedly, twirled the dagger in his hand, and called out harshly, "Don’t try any tricks!"

Mo Shu paused, as if she had heard something amusing, the corners of her eyes curved upwards, and a pair of clean, clear water-like eyes seemed to be tinged with the charm of a fox as she fixed her gaze on his eyes.

The robber was abruptly caught by those eyes, his mind ceased all thoughts at once, everything around became a blank space, and all that was left in the world were the eyes before him.

He saw the woman in front of him smile more, saying, "I am your hostage, if I tried any tricks, wouldn’t I be seeking death?"

The robber scoffed, "Good that you understand!"

"But you won’t help me? I can’t take off my bag."

The robber stepped forward to help her take down the bag.

Then, a clear, ethereal voice seemed to ring beside his ear, "Open it and see, inside are ten thousand checks of one million each."

The robber looked down, ready to unzip the backpack.

Immediately afterward, a voice from above said, "Aren’t you going to squat down to see? It’s tiresome to hold it in your hands."

The robber felt there was some sense to this, so he squatted down, heeded Mo Shu’s suggestion, and opened the backpack.

There were checks in the backpack, many checks.

The robber recognized them, but, he couldn’t clearly see how many zeros were written on the checks.

Mo Shu, still with her smile, said, "Now that you’ve confirmed there’s no problem, should you turn over Mo Jiantao?"