CHAPTER 417: CHAPTER 397: SHOULD I SEND YOU ON YOUR WAY FIRST, OR THEM?

The cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against her temple, the chill from the depths below spreading upward from the soles of her feet, reaching her brain.

It was like a bucket of cold water suddenly splashing over her, waking her up, and her heart, which was beating almost beyond her limit, gradually calmed down after she took a deep breath.

Jin Jumo parted her lips slightly, cautiously glancing at Fu Mulan who was standing behind her, gripping her neck tightly, and in a hoarse voice said, "Fu Mulan, what do you want?"

Fu Mulan’s gaze suddenly shifted to Xixi and Hanhan, who were standing beside Rong Zhengfeng, and her face, as cold as a corpse, suddenly pressed against Jin Jumo’s ear as she spoke icily, "Isn’t my goal clear enough? From four years ago until now, isn’t it enough?"

When Jin Jumo saw her look at Xixi and Hanhan, she couldn’t help but feel a chill in her heart, her eyelashes trembling in panic, but she forced herself to control them, "Your target is me, right?"

"No, it’s not just you." Fu Mulan chuckled chillingly by Jin Jumo’s ear.

"Besides me, what else do you want?" Jin Jumo asked, her heart already tightened.

Because at this moment, the target could not be more obvious!

One was herself, and the others were Xixi and Hanhan.

Fu Mulan pressed her lips closer to Jin Jumo’s ear, "I have practiced shooting hard these years, and my coach says my marksmanship is now precise... I never miss."

Jin Jumo clenched her hands tightly, suppressing with all her might, barely controlling the red rage that kept rising in her eyes, her gums trembling lightly.

"There are six bullets in this pistol of mine, one for you, two for them, and then her..."

Fu Mulan tilted her chin, pointing in the direction of Fang Jingyi.

Fang Jingyi suddenly stepped back two steps, staring wide-eyed at Fu Mulan with terror and confusion.

Perhaps she never thought that she would also be one of Fu Mulan’s targets!

Jin Jumo frowned deeply, "Why? You hate me and want me dead, I can barely understand that. But what about her? She’s Rong Mochen’s mother. If you do something to her, aren’t you afraid Rong Mochen will hate you?"

"Afraid." Fu Mulan’s eyes revealed confusion, her voice eerie, "Since I started working by his side, what I’m most afraid of is his displeasure. Actually, I hate him quite a bit too. Every time he scolds me because of work, or blames me for my concern, I hate him the most.

I love him so much, I’m so strict with myself, my goal is just to get his attention and a little bit of kindness. But I’ve never received it, not even once, not once did he genuinely smile at me. But, despite how badly he treats me, I’m still hopelessly in love with him.

So, I hate everyone who is bad to him! Fang Jingyi may be his mother, but what has she done for him besides giving birth to him? She neither cares nor concerns, and she often blames Mochen for the sake of her other son! A mother as biased as her is unnecessary!"

As Fu Mulan spoke, she stared at Jin Jumo’s pale face and continued in a volume only the two could hear, "Besides, if I dare to harm the woman he loves, what about his indifferent mother? If I kill you, I will inevitably gain his hatred, so being afraid is useless. Because I definitely won’t let you live in this world. What I can’t have, no one else should! I won’t stand idly by and watch you happily together, really, impossible!"

Jin Jumo trembled all over but smiled through gritted teeth, "Fu Mulan, you really are a complete pervert, a madman, uh..."

Before Jin Jumo could finish speaking, Fu Mulan suddenly tightened the arm hooked around Jin Jumo’s neck, sinisterly chuckling by her ear, "Don’t say that, if you don’t want to die sooner at my hands, shut up. Because the thing I hate most in my life is people calling me a pervert, or a madman. Let me tell you, I’m not the pervert, it’s this world, it’s you so-called normal people!"

The grip was so tight that Jin Jumo felt a deadly suffocation, as if she was about to be strangled unconscious!

Watching Jin Jumo’s cheeks redden, the veins on her forehead bulging.

Rong Zhengfeng could no longer pretend to be calm, furiously pointing at Fu Mulan, "What kind of thing are you to dare touch someone from the Rong Family! I demand you release her immediately, or I will make sure you don’t survive!"

Upon hearing this, Fu Mulan’s gaze turned cold, looking at Rong Zhengfeng, "Mr. Rong, I still have two bullets left in my hand, should I leave one for you?"

"Fu, Fu Mulan, don’t act recklessly! Grandpa, Grandpa is the most important person to Rong Mochen, if you dare, dare do anything to him, I, I will haunt you even as a ghost!" Jin Jumo said each word with extreme difficulty, holding Fu Mulan’s hand wrapped around her neck tightly, even the whites of her eyes were red from strain.

Rong Zhengfeng’s heart trembled, looking at Jin Jumo with both shock and emotion in his tiger-like eyes.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, she still wanted to protect him!

Rong Zhengfeng’s eyes turned red, then he stared fiercely at Fu Mulan, gritting his teeth, "I don’t believe you, you went through great lengths to come here, aiming just to kill! At this point, you might as well not hide anything, just tell us all your intentions!"

Fu Mulan perhaps feared that killing Jin Jumo just like that would be too merciful.

When Jin Jumo had just a breath left, Fu Mulan suddenly loosened her arm, giving Jin Jumo a chance to breathe.

Jin Jumo weakly closed her eyes, taking deep breaths.

In her heart, she secretly calculated how much longer until Rong Mochen arrived.

Fu Mulan glanced at Rong Zhengfeng, her eyes full of disdain and arrogance, "Old man, this time you really guessed wrong.

My intention is indeed to kill. But at first, I didn’t expect so many people to be gathered here, thought I would have to go through some extra trouble."

As she spoke, Fu Mulan’s gaze intentionally or unintentionally fell on Xixi and Hanhan.

She didn’t initially think that Rong Zhengfeng would bring the two children to the villa to find Jin Jumo today.

Her plan was to first deal with Jin Jumo and Fang Jingyi, and then with Xixi and Hanhan.

How should she put it?

If you asked her why she was doing this, she probably couldn’t give a concrete reason.

It’s just that deep down, she always felt.

If he had no lover, no children, he would belong to her in her heart!

Thinking this, Fu Mulan’s lips curled into a satisfied arc.

Xixi and Hanhan saw Fu Mulan’s sinister gaze upon them, and shivered. Xixi quickly hid behind Rong Zhengfeng, tightly clutching one of his legs.

Hanhan didn’t hide, but his small body unconsciously leaned closer to Rong Zhengfeng.

Rong Zhengfeng’s heart tightened, looking at the two fair, tender arms on his leg, feeling both heartache and a murderous rage.

He glared fiercely at Fang Jingyi, who was also hiding behind him. Rong Zhengfeng gripped his cane tightly, raised his bloodshot eyes, and stared at Fu Mulan, "Do you think you can kill us and walk away unscathed?"

Fu Mulan laughed arrogantly, intentionally pulled the trigger with her finger, noticed Rong Zhengfeng’s sudden change in expression, and laughed lightly. She squinted her eyes over at Xixi and Hanhan hiding behind him, and said in a low voice, "I think I can!"

Pausing, Fu Mulan turned her gaze to Jin Jumo, "However, timing must be calculated well. Miss Jin, tell me, should I send you on your way first, or send them?"

"Um..."

Jin Jumo’s hair stood on end, staring in horror at Fu Mulan.

Fu Mulan even winked at Jin Jumo, "Or how about this, you go last. But now, you have to decide who dies first!"

"Um..."

"Fu Mulan, do you think you’re God or King Yama, deciding a person’s life and death at will!" Jin Jumo roared in a low voice.

"I’m not God, nor King Yama, which is why I’m letting you decide." Fu Mulan sneered sinisterly.

Jin Jumo’s body was swelling with angry cells.

She knew this world had many different values people held.

No, to be precise, there aren’t two people in the world with completely identical values!

But, surely the basic mainstream values and morals should be aligned?

Why do some people think they can control and strip away the lives of others?

"Fu Mulan, you’ll face retribution!" Jin Jumo’s whole face turned red, the veins around her forehead and neck bulging clearly.

"Retribution?" Fu Mulan snorted dismissively, "Do you really believe there’s such a thing as retribution in this world? Why do I feel that’s just nonsense to comfort the incompetent? Retribution? Who here hasn’t done one or two sordid, filthy things, but look, has anyone faced real retribution so far?"

Fu Mulan exhaled, full of disdain.

Jin Jumo couldn’t suppress a cold laugh, "Do you think saying that can cover up your evil deeds?"

"Look at you, every word, every expression, like a saint. You seem to have forgotten how you climbed into someone else’s bed by any means necessary for money back then! Jin Jumo, compared to my hands soaked in blood, you’re dirtier!" As Fu Mulan spoke, she abruptly let go, grabbed the back of Jin Jumo’s head by her hair, and yanked hard, saying viciously.

"Ah..." The excruciating pain of her scalp nearly peeled away, almost brought Jin Jumo to tears.

"You wicked woman, stop it, stop!" Rong Zhengfeng’s anger surged, making him almost stumble.

"Bad woman, let go of my mom!" Hanhan clenched his small fists, his upper body already leaning over, eager to rush at Fu Mulan.

"Don’t come over! Hanhan!" Jin Jumo shouted tremblingly, tears finally bursting forth.

"Hanhan!" Rong Zhengfeng’s heart trembled violently, hastily bent over to hold Hanhan.

Hanhan bared his teeth, his small body continuously pushing forward, his dark eyes reddened, like a little wolf showing sharp fangs glaring at Fu Mulan.

"Hanhan." Seeing Rong Zhengfeng control Hanhan, Jin Jumo’s heart twisted painfully, her voice immediately weakening, "Hanhan, listen to mommy, stay there obediently, don’t move, absolutely, absolutely don’t move."