Chapter 103: Chapter 103: Blood Debt Paid in Blood
Momo glanced at Han, who clung tightly to his hand. Casting aside any hesitations, Momo boarded the vehicle, and Han wanted to get in too.
But the car was too high.
He used his hands and feet, attempting to climb up.
The man asked, “Mr. Mo, who is this…”
Momo said, “Let him get on too.”
“Alright.” The man picked Han up into the car.
The ICU.
Huo Tingdong and a doctor walked out of the ward only to find no trace of Momo and Han. His eyebrows furrowed slightly.
He grabbed a nurse and asked, “Have you seen two children?”
The nurse shook her head, then suddenly rembered sothing, “I saw a kid entering the elevator earlier, not sure if I was mistaken…”
Huo Tingdong alertly said, “Find them.”
Thirty minutes later.
The hospital mobilized all available staff to search every floor, yet the figures of Han and Momo were nowhere to be found.
The two Little Babys seed to have vanished into thin air.
The doctor said, “Mr. Huo, don’t worry, maybe the kids just went out to play…”
Huo Tingdong said, “Impossible.” Lin Qi was still unconscious in bed, and both Momo and Han were too anxious, they wouldn’t just run off to play.
Worried sothing might have happened, he said to the doctor, “Check the surveillance.”
“Yes, we’ll get soone on it right away.”
…
24-hour convenience store.
Song Shuyan had just bought so ready-made als and was leaving the convenience store when a black sedan suddenly stopped in front of her, blocking her way.
Four burly n got out of the car, looking strong and muscular, as if they could twist a person’s head off with one hand.
Song Shuyan got a huge scare.
Instinctively, she tried to walk around them, but the four n headed straight towards her.
“You…” Song Shuyan exclaid in shock, “Who are you?”
The group didn’t give her a chance to struggle or resist. One of them grabbed her hand while another struck her neck’s pain point with the edge of his hand.
Oh no…
Song Shuyan felt as if her neck had been struck by lightning as her world turned dark, and she fainted to the ground.
The night shrouded the entire city.
An abandoned factory in the suburbs, suddenly a heavy rain poured down.
Raindrops pattered against the skylight.
Song Shuyan was jolted awake, suffering from a splitting headache. She opened her eyes, only to find her hands and feet were tightly bound to a pillar, so tight and forceful that her wrists and ankles felt as if they were being cut by the rope. The whole scenario had her kneeling on the ground, her mouth packed tightly with a foul-slling cloth.
It was a pitch-black night with high winds – a perfect night for committing murder.
Her first thought was, had she been kidnapped?
How could that be?
Who would kidnap her?
Song Shuyan raised her head and was startled by the sight of n in combat attire lined up in two rows in front of her.
More than ten n, each dressed in crisp black suits, resembling mobsters yet lacking the loose deanor of street thugs. Their faces serious, devoid of smiles, their strong and disciplined deanor radiated a nacing aura.
These suit-clad thugs appeared to have a formidable background, the murderous aura they emitted could only have been developed from years of living on the blade’s edge, licking blood.
Song Shuyan’s eyes revealed fear!
Who are they and what kind of people are they?!
Why is she here?
Nurous mysteries surfaced one by one in her mind, and although she was already terrified out of her wits, she still put on a calm deanor and said, “Who are you and why have you brought here?”
The leader’s voice was especially deep, with a rough and gravelly texture: “Miss Song, our Mr. Mo has so questions for you.”
“Mr. Mo?” Song Shuyan gave a bitter smile, “Are you mistaken? I have never heard of any Mr. Mo, nor do I know him.”
“You will know him when you see our young master.”
Not far away, with a “creak”, a rusty iron door was pushed open.
In the darkness, soone walked in.
Two rows of n stood straight, dignified and solemn, and one of them brought a chair.
In the dim light, Momo’s silhouette entered Song Shuyan’s sight.
Song Shuyan’s pupils montarily lost focus: Why is it this kid?
“Mr. Mo, please sit.”
Momo sat down on the chair, his body slender and delicate beneath the clothes, still resembling the Momo in Song Shuyan’s mory, but now, he was completely different from the seven-year-old child she rembered.
His body exuded a murderous aura that was impossible to ignore, chilling to the bone, especially between his brows where there was a piercing, sharp aura. Even though it was restrained, it could not hide the cold edge, like the Son of the Devil born from darkness.
The continuously emanating cold aura from his body spread to every corner of the abandoned factory, oppressive and nacing, causing one’s scalp to tingle.
Momo looked up, his lashes slightly lowered, his beautiful yet indifferent eyes glanced at Song Shuyan, like a dead water pool devouring people, with only cold ripples: “Surprised?”
Song Shuyan said, “Why is it you?”
What exactly is this kid’s identity?
Momo, unwilling to engage in lengthy pleasantries or talk, asked bluntly and piercingly, “I need you to tell how Mommy fell from such a height. You better answer truthfully.”
Song Shuyan paused, unshakably replied, “You should wait and ask your Mommy when she wakes up, how would I know?”
Momo raised an eyebrow, “Still playing dumb?”
Song Shuyan said, “You’re not suspecting that she was pushed down by , right?” She looked around and took control of the conversation, asking, “Who are all these people? What are they doing?”
Momo impatiently said, “Before I answer your questions, answer mine first. Was Mommy pushed down by you?”
Song Shuyan snorted coldly, “I’m not in the mood to play ‘playing house’ with you, hurry up and release .”
“Playing house?” Momo sneered coldly and gave a glance to one of his subordinates.
The man imdiately walked up to Song Shuyan, squatted in front of her, and pulled out a short dagger from his waistband, pressing it hard against her face.
The sharp blade imdiately cut a blood trail on her face!
Song Shuyan scread!
This is a real knife!
Song Shuyan scread in shock, “Are you crazy?! Take the knife away! Take it away!”
Momo said, “How is it, is ‘playing house’ fun? Exciting?”
Song Shuyan said, “Who are these people! Do you even know what you are doing?” She couldn’t believe a seven-year-old kid would play such a life-threatening “ga.”
Momo said, “I don’t like repeating myself, I need you to answer my previous question now.”
Song Shuyan beca panicked, “I don’t know what you’re asking, I don’t know…”
Momo spoke coldly, “Not speaking? Then we’ll beat you until you do.”
A group of n in black imdiately approached Song Shuyan, surrounding her tightly.
Song Shuyan was terrified and exclaid in fear, “What are you doing? You…”
“Wait.” Momo suddenly thought of sothing and spoke deliberately, “Mommy said, boys should be gentlen to girls and must not hit them. Otherwise, let’s ruin her face.”
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