Laughing, the host always wants to escape

Hearing his request, Jian Rong's eyes twitched unconsciously, and he said stiffly, "Why? Master Jiu and Young Master Tang have a connection?"

"Indeed, we know each other." Master Mo Jiu chuckled, "So, can Master Jian be flexible?"

"Mr. Mo Jiu, you're joking. Tang Cuo's father is the murderer of my father. This feud is irreconcilable. I really can't hand him over to you easily." Jian Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a biting coldness lingering around him.

"Then please propose a condition. We'll have an equal exchange. After all, Young Master Jian has just taken office, and there are still many areas where we need to help each other. Isn't that right?" Master Mo Jiu's tone was calm, but there was a hint of naked threat in his eyes.

Jian Rong turned his gaze to Tang Cuo's unruly little face. For some reason, he suddenly felt a sense of evil interest in his heart: he wanted Tang Cuo to beg him.

"Since Mr. Mo Jiu is so sincere, I will not refuse it. I heard that your West City Wharf is doing a booming business recently..." Jian Rong did not finish the sentence. He thought that this condition was enough to dissuade Mo Mian from giving up.

After all, the profits that the West City Wharf brought him in a year exceeded half of his total profits. What he did was nothing more than to encourage Mo Mian to give up Tang Cuo.

Sure enough, when Mo Mian heard his conditions, his brows knitted together unconsciously, and then he looked at Tang Cuo and chuckled, "Okay, I'll send someone to take over later."

Jian Rong looked at him in disbelief.

"I thought Young Master Jian would take this opportunity to let me leave City A..." As he said that, he hooked his finger at Tang Cuo and said softly, "Come here, Xiao Cuo."

Tangcuo stood there in bewilderment: I was swapped out now? Huh?

Seeing him standing there in a daze, Mo Mian couldn't help but laugh. He spoke again, "Xiao Cuo, come to me."

His voice was low, like a bewitching siren, and his enchanting eyes looked at Tang Cuo affectionately, making him take a step forward unconsciously.

Suddenly, he felt a resistance on his arm. Tang Cuo turned around and looked at Jian Rong who was holding his arm, with a puzzled look in his eyes: Didn't he send him out? Now he was pulling him again, what did he mean?

Seeing Jian Rong holding Tang Cuo's arm, Mo Mian's eyes darkened a little, and his tone became less polite and more assertive, "Why? Master Jian wants to go back on his word?"

"Master Jiu, you are joking. I am just proposing a condition. I haven't said it must be this condition." Jian Rong met his gaze head-on without any fear.

"Okay, then you propose new conditions." Mo Mian took a step back.

"What a coincidence! I don't want to give him to anyone else today, without any conditions." Jian Rong chuckled.

"Mr. Jian, do you know whose territory this is? I can just rob anyone I want." As soon as he finished speaking, the subordinates around him immediately picked up their guns and pointed them at Jian Rong.

Suddenly, there was a roar in the distance, and several black nanny cars stopped in front of the crowd. Dozens of bodyguards in black got out of the cars and confronted them with guns.

"Mr. Jiu is right, but I am born a rebellious person." The two sides were in a stalemate and neither of them had any intention of giving in.

At the same time, behind the rocks in the distance, a figure quietly pointed a sniper rifle at the tall and straight Jian Rong.

[Host, be careful, host, danger is approaching...]

As soon as the system finished speaking, a "bang" sounded, and a bullet cut through the air and shot straight towards Jian Rong.

At the critical moment, Tang Cuo turned around and hugged Jian Rong's waist and abdomen. The impact of the bullet caused Tang Cuo to fall directly into Jian Rong's arms.

The smell of blood filled the air. Seeing that he had failed, the man slapped the butt of his gun in anger and quickly left.

Jian Rong held Tang Cuo's body tightly with both hands. The blood stains his palms and burned his eyes.

"Who fired the gun?" Mo Mian saw this scene and was instantly furious. "Go find them all and bring that guy back to me."

"Yes, Master Jiu." Everyone dispersed.

Mo Mian's eyes flickered, and he stepped closer to Tang Cuo, stretched out his hand to take him out of Jian Rong's arms, and then without saying anything, he drove directly to the hospital.

Jian Rong, who was standing by, looked at his empty hands and gradually came to his senses. He then quickly got on the nanny car nearby and said, "Follow the car in front. Hurry up. Go find the person who fired the gun tonight."

"Okay, Master Rong."

On the empty road, two cars sped past, the whistling sounded in his ears. Jian Rong looked at the blood in his hand, and felt a sudden panic in his heart, "Yin Xia, go faster."

"The accelerator is already on the floor, Uncle Rong." Yin Xia swallowed.

On the other side, Mo Mian stroked Tang Cuo's pale cheek with his fingers, his eyes showing no sign of heartache. Looking at the dense beads of sweat on his forehead, the overwhelming anger swept away his last bit of rationality, "Don't be afraid, Xiao Cuo, we will be at the hospital soon, everything will be fine."

At the hospital entrance, Mo Mian got out of the car holding Tang Cuo and ran straight to the emergency room, "Doctor, there is an emergency patient."

Looking at the red light on at the door of the emergency room, Mo Mian leaned weakly against the wall, his chest heaving violently.

Behind him, Jian Rong came hurriedly, looked at the words "Emergency Room" that lit up, and clenched his hanging hands into fists.

In the emergency room, several doctors were busy diagnosing and treating patients. Looking at Tang Cuo lying on the bed, it was discovered that he had squinted his eyes and was glancing around.

[System prompts, the attacker's hatred value has dropped to 50%, and the host's pain has been blocked.]

"Xiao Ye, this shot hit the right spot, it reached 50% in an instant." Tang Cuo was a little gloating: anyway, there was a system shield, so he didn't feel anything.

But just now in the car, I felt that Mo Mian gave me a very familiar feeling, "Xiao Ye, do I really know Master Mo Jiu?"

[The system is searching for the host's unknown memories, reading successfully, transmitting... When the host was a teenager, he was playing and ran away secretly. He happened to meet Mo Mian who was beaten to death. He then dragged him back to a small room in your room and took care of him for a while. Later, after he recovered, he left on his own, but left a note for you, saying that he would come back to find you.]

"And what about this story? Why wasn't it sent to me before?"

[The system thinks he is not very important, and he should not appear in your strategy.]

"Forget it, it's not important anymore." Tang Cuo pursed his lips, "But we have been living in the same city with him, why did he come to see me today?"

[In fact, he had looked for you before, but your father protected you too well, so he had no way to start.]

"He likes me." Tang Cuo's words were not a question but an affirmation. He had just glanced at Mo Mian quietly in the car, and the affection in his eyes did not seem fake.

[Uh... probably.]

"Then I suddenly have an idea..."

[What idea?]

"Can we... change the attacker midway?" Tang Cuo narrowed his eyes.