A fashion queen

"Lu Yu, you idiot! How dare you kidnap my wife!" Mo Yunting roared at Lu Yu, his eyes wide open and a chilling aura emanating from his body. He could never have imagined that his beloved wife would be held hostage by someone like Lu Yu. His anger instantly flared up, and he secretly vowed to make sure Lu Yu never returned and pay a heavy price.

"Oh, you think you're such a big shot? I'm afraid of you? What a joke! Pah!" Lu Yu retorted, his face filled with disdain and contempt. He was actually quite surprised. He hadn't expected Mo Yunting to find him so quickly, and to be able to pinpoint his location so accurately. This was truly beyond his expectations.

"Don't talk useless nonsense to me! I'll ask you again, where is my wife? Hand her over quickly, otherwise today will be the day you die. I will make you regret coming into this world!" Mo Yunting said gritting his teeth, his hands clenched into fists, his joints slightly white due to excessive force, and the murderous intent in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

"Hahaha, hahaha..." Lu Yu suddenly burst into laughter, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. "Just you? You still want to threaten me? Do you really think you're the king of the world? You're quite arrogant!" He laughed and looked at Mo Yunting with a provocative look, thinking: This guy thinks too much of himself. Does he really think that Lu Yu is a soft persimmon that can be squeezed at will? If the tiger doesn't show its power, people will think I'm a sick cat!

"Stop talking nonsense and come on! I've been waiting for this day for a long time!" Lu Yu's face suddenly turned gloomy, as if shrouded in dark clouds. He clenched his teeth tightly, his eyes flashing with anger and determination. Obviously, he had made up his mind not to engage in any more meaningless verbal disputes with Mo Yunting.

Mo Yunting was also too lazy to say any more words to Lu Yu. He just snorted coldly, and his figure flashed by like lightning. His speed was so fast that it was astonishing, and he rushed towards Lu Yu like a ghost.

Seeing Mo Yunting's swift attack, Lu Yu didn't dare to slack off. He immediately gathered all his strength, kicked off with force, and rushed out like an arrow, meeting Mo Yunting's attack head-on. In an instant, the two of them collided fiercely, punches and kicks crisscrossing each other, the fight between them difficult to resolve.

However, just as the two sides were deadlocked, Mo Yunting suddenly spotted a subtle flaw in Lu Yu. Without hesitation, he launched a powerful kick into Lu Yu's chest. The kick was powerful and resonant, with a sharp whistling sound, as it struck its target directly.

Lu Yu had no time to react before he was sent flying by the powerful kick. His body arced through the air before slamming heavily into the solid wall. With a loud bang, the entire room seemed to tremble slightly. Lu Yu's body slowly slid down the wall, finally collapsing to the ground. A trace of bright red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, staining his pale cheeks.

"Tell me! Where is my wife!" Mo Yunting stepped forward, stretched out his hand and grabbed Lu Yu's collar, and lifted him up from the ground. At this moment, Mo Yunting's face was full of anger, his eyes were wide open, and his eyeballs were almost bulging out. He shouted at Lu Yu loudly, the sound was deafening, as if it could penetrate a person's soul.

Lu Yu was breathing heavily, with a painful expression on his face, but even so, he still kept his lips tightly closed and refused to utter a word.

Mo Yunting stared at the stubborn, unyielding Lu Yu before him. The rage in his chest felt like a bucket of hot oil, igniting with a fierce, uncontrollable fury. His eyes, once as deep as a lake, suddenly flashed with a fierce determination. He raised his right arm high, and within his palm, a powerful wave of energy rapidly gathered. This force, like a surging torrent, carried the power to destroy everything. It seemed as if it would slam into Lu Yu in the next second, delivering a fatal blow...

At this critical moment, an angry shout was heard: "Mo Yunting, let go of my young master quickly, otherwise I will press this button immediately and all of us will be buried with him!" The person who spoke was Lu Yu's right-hand man - Liang Kuan.

As his words fell, Liang Kuan suddenly extended a hand, revealing a small yet terrifying remote control. This was no ordinary remote control, but one that would automatically activate a pre-installed explosive device if it detected any abnormality in the room. In an instant, this magnificent villa would be reduced to ruins, razed to the ground.

Mo Yunting froze in mid-air, unable to move as if under a spell. His eyes were fixed on the remote control in Liang Kuan's hand, and beads of sweat began to roll down his forehead.

At this moment, he was deeply aware that he was caught in a desperate situation with no way out.