Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?
chapter-310

Chapter 310: What Did I Tell You Before I Left?

Nan Heng could not take Officer Entes’s overly cautious character. Without sparing anytime to think, he raised his gun and fired at Dali’s leg.

Just as his gunshot resounded, another shot was fired from the other side.

It was Feng Ling who stood by Ji Nuan’s side. Her shooting skills were precise, and her movements were almost identical to his. Her bullet landed on his other leg at the same time.

The pain caused Dali’s expression to twist. He was still half a meter away from the gun and continued struggling toward it.

Mo Jingshen tolerated the pain and stood up, charging forward, while Dali was still crawling on the ground.

The moment Mo Jingshen picked up his gun, his gazed moved. He faltered for only half a second before releasing the lock on his gun, raising it toward Dali’s head.

Nan Heng’s brows furrowed. He abruptly threw himself forward.

Peng.

One sound.

The bullet Nan Heng fired directly landed in Dali’s forehead.

Peng.

With another sound.

Another bullet was fired.

Peng.

Once more.

Right as Dali was struggling to keep his eyes open, Mo Jingshen raised his gun toward Dali’s forehead and precisely fired a bullet.

Dali instantly shut his eyes and lost his final breath. Fresh blood was flowing down his body toward the grass in all directions.

“You…” Nan Heng’s hand stiffened. His gaze was astonished.

Years ago, Mo Jingshen had once made a promise to Elder Mo that he would not interact with the underworld, he would not stain his hands with blood, nor would he take anyone’s life.

However, no matter how Nan Heng tried to stop him, he still personally killed Dali…

Mo Jingshen did not explain. As he tossed the gun onto the ground, he watched the dead man on the ground with cold eyes. His tone was indifferent. “Come and diffuse the bomb. Don’t waste time.”

Nan Heng: “…” He coldly turned to look at Officer Entes, who was still hesitating about whether or not to approach.

By the time Officer Entes reacted and was about to call his people over, the members of XI base were already charging in.

Ji Nuan was standing away from the crowd, her hand tightly held by Feng Ling. As she watched the back stained with blood, she could not describe the emotions in her heart. All she knew was that her tears were about to fall.

Only she understood why Mo Jingshen had to kill Dali personally.

It was because during the few days she was captured in the camp, it was Dali who constantly trampled on her and threatened her. It was also Dali who said he wanted to take Ji Nuan. To Ji Nuan, in this short period, he had already become a nightmare that was difficult to obliterate.

The final shot before his death was worth it.

The clean white T-shirt had was covered in blood. It was impossible to tell whose blood was on there.

Finally, the police officers charged in. They brought the children away and diffused the bombs. They also went to check on the bodies.

The moment Feng Ling relaxed, Ji Nuan abruptly tugged her hand out and charged toward him. They were surrounded by police officers who all recognized her. Nobody tried to stop her.

“Mr. Mo, your wound…” The people from the base quickly approached to ask him to tend to his wounds.

“It’s fine, bring the children away first.” Mo Jingshen was covered in blood. His gaze was ice-cold, and as he stood there, no one dared to approach him.

Finally, it was Ji Nuan who ran to his side and grabbed onto his arm to support him. Her expression was impatient as she asked, “How are you?”

It was as though he finally realized that the person who had broken the stalemate earlier and fired a bullet at Aqib from the back was really Ji Nuan.

Ji Nuan pressed her hand against his arm and was about to continue speaking when a sharp pain ran through her hand. She was abruptly pushed away by the man. At the same time, he gripped her face with force, staring at her with disbelief.

“What did I tell you before I left?”

“…”

“Didn’t I tell you to wait there?”

The man’s eyes were cold and sharp. As he watched her, his gaze did not contain the slightest hint of warmth. His icy expression caused her to freeze where she stood. Although her lips moved, she was unable to say anything.

She was unable to offer any explanation.

Was she supposed to say that she was worried about him? Or was she supposed to coax his anger away?

No matter what she said, it would not stop the bleeding on his back.

Ji Nuan abruptly grabbed his elbow with force and held on with a death grip. She did not allow him to push her away as she spoke calmly, “The wound on your back cannot be neglected any longer. Let’s go back and find a doctor.”

The wound was likely very serious. Not only did he pulled against it earlier, but he had also received several blows on it. The injury that had previously reached his flesh and bone had likely become even more serious. Without resisting, Mo Jingshen was forcefully pulled away by Ji Nuan.

Ji Nuan supported him. As she passed by the frightening blood and mess on the ground, she did not take a single glance at it. All she could think of was bringing Mo Jingshen away from this place.

The police and the XI base members were busy. The gloomy skies suddenly darkened, and rain began to fall.

Ji Nuan raised her eyes to look. While supporting Mo Jingshen and walking toward the helicopter, she asked, “It’s raining. Is there still a risk of explosions here?”

“There is. Most of the landmines here were buried many years ago during the world war. A light rain like this passing through the trees and grass won’t be able to seep into the ground. Underneath us, the land is as dry as ever. But if the rain turns heavy, the places with landmine will still explode. It wouldn’t be an especially big explosion, though. This piece of the forest won’t lead to such a large fire.”

The moment Mo Jingshen finished speaking, he abruptly coughed.

Ji Nuan rushed to support him, “Those children have already been rescued. Leave everything else to the police. Let’s first look for a doctor…”

Before she could finish her words, all of a sudden, a ‘peng’ sound came from behind!

It was a gunshot.

It was extremely close!

Ji Nuan jumped. Before she could react, she was already brought into Mo Jingshen’s arms. A bullet flew past their shoulders and stuck the helicopter. The bullet dug into the strong metal and was now stuck in there.

Ji Nuan raised her head in Mo Jingshen’s arms to see that Aqib, who had been playing dead for a long time, was laying on the ground covered in blood. He was still holding onto his last breath and had actually taken the opportunity while the police were working on Dali’s bomb to fire his gun at them.

Thankfully, Feng Ling was nearby. Her hands were nimble, and she fired at the same time, striking Aqib’s wrist. Originally, the bullet aimed at them would have been a life-threatening one, but it was forced to the side.

Following which, Feng Ling expressionlessly approached Aqib, firing bullets after bullets aiming at various areas of his body. Aqib’s body twitched from the continuous gunshots and, finally, he stopped breathing.

Ji Nuan watched the bloodstained Aqib and was completely taken aback.

The man who had been protecting her in his arms abruptly fell kneeling on the ground. Ji Nuan subconsciously raised her arms to hold him. Due to the difference in their height and weight, she could hardly stand firm and barely kept from falling backward. She tried her best to hold onto him.

“Mo Jingshen!” Ji Nuan held Mo Jingshen, who had suddenly collapsed on her. Upon touching the blood dripping down his back, she realized that when he abruptly held her to avoid the bullet earlier, the wound must have been further aggravated.

“Mr. Mo!” Feng Ling’s originally cold gaze faltered. She turned over in shock, and upon seeing this scene, she quickly kept her gun away and approached.