"Damn it, if you’re not dead, make a sound for !"
Mo Shu, dressed in black, silently vanished into the night.
The sll of the stable was overwhelming, a mix of horse manure and grass, extrely pungent.
Mo Shu covered her nose, watching the tall and sturdy man beating and kicking the exiled criminal: "Aren’t you supposed to be skilled in martial arts? The top expert, right? Then stand up!"
Each kick landed on the large iron ring piercing through his scapula.
"Tsk, just because you’re a useless piece of trash, I had to co all the way here to see you, how big is your face? Bah!"
Mo Shu frowned, watching his actions, her eyes filled with coldness.
"So what if you’re noble, now you’re nothing but a drowned dog, anyone can kick you around, hahahaha!"
The man beat him for a while longer, perhaps because the person being beaten showed no response, finding it boring, he muttered a curse and left.
Mo Shu stayed hidden for a while longer, and after confirming that no one else would co, she was about to co out when a hoarse, nearly parched voice rang out: "How long are you going to hide?"
The voice was unmistakably young.
But the hoarseness, like gravel grinding in the throat, was surprisingly calm, without any ripples.
Mo Shu was taken aback.
When did he discover her?
Mo Shu suddenly recalled what the abuser had said about the top expert.
This person, she feared, was much more formidable than the so-called top expert she had seen in Capital City.
Mo Shu’s brows knitted as she finally revealed herself from the shadows.
The exiled criminal leaned against the corner wall, and by the moonlight, Mo Shu could see the clarity in his eyes.
Yes.
Clarity.
Despite being abused for so long and humiliated for such a duration, he could still maintain such clarity and composure, a resilience not possessed by ordinary people.
Mo Shu suddenly felt a sense of danger.
Such a lone wolf, if made a foe, one might not even know how they died.
Mo Shu walked closer and asked, "Who exactly are you? Why do they hate you so much?"
The man looked up at Mo Shu, and after a mont, a hint of irony seed to flash over, "Since you don’t know who I... I am, why would you follow all the way here?"
Mo Shu squatted down, looking at his face that was deeply hidden under blood and dirt, said, "I have no other traits, just unusually kind-hearted. Seeing you being bullied so badly, of course, I couldn’t stand by."
Kind-hearted?
The man looked up at her again, but found amusent, laughter, and coldness in her eyes, but what was absent was sympathy.
Seeing him in such a miserable condition, not a trace of sympathy from this woman, and she still dared to call herself kind-hearted?
This was the biggest joke he had heard in his twenty-two years of life.
Mo Shu noticed his thoughts and chuckled softly, "What, you don’t believe ?"
The man slightly tugged at the corner of his mouth, as a response.
Sao Zha: [Want to co out and save him?]
Mo Shu: Not in a hurry.
Sao Zha: [?]
Mo Shu said with a grin, "You see, I am always very kind-hearted. As long as you ask , I’ll rescue you imdiately, how about that?"
Sao Zha: [Why?]
Mo Shu thought: This person is too ruthless, with a strong sense of vigilance. If I saved him for no reason, he might suspect my intentions. His martial arts skills are so high, he easily discovered . If I can’t control him after rescuing him, it might be better not to rescue him at all.
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