A fashion queen

When Song Yuhang, Bai You, and the others arrived at the scene, they saw Mo Yunting, a fierce, lion-like figure, venting his fury at Liang Kuan, Lu Yu's subordinate. Mo Yunting's eyes were wide, veins bulging on his forehead, and each of his punches landed heavily on Liang Kuan with the force of thunder.

Seeing this, everyone immediately scanned the room, but to their disappointment, not only was Lu Yu not even a trace of Cui Xueying in sight. This discovery instantly tightened the hearts of everyone present, and the same thought suddenly emerged in their minds: "Xueying must still be in the hands of that bastard Lu Yu!"

For a moment, everyone looked at each other and exchanged glances. Although everyone knew the current situation clearly in their hearts, no one dared to step forward to persuade Mo Yunting who was angry.

Because they knew that at this moment, Mo Yunting was like a volcano about to erupt. Anyone who dared to approach would probably be engulfed by his blazing rage. So, everyone could only stand quietly by, waiting silently, hoping that he would vent all his anger as soon as possible.

Finally, as if exhausted, Mo Yunting slowly stopped his movements. However, his fierce eyes remained fixed on the battered Liang Kuan, as if he could see through his body to the secrets hidden deep within him. Then, in a low, cold voice, he demanded, "Tell me, where did Lu Yu hide him?"

Liang Kuan was already covered in wounds, with barely a single intact spot on his body. Even so, he gritted his teeth, stubbornly raised his head to meet Mo Yunting's gaze, and let out a wild laugh: "Hahaha, I just don't know! Beat me to death if you dare!"

Hearing this, Mo Yunting's hair stood on end, an uncontrollable rage welling up within him. "Damn it, you fool!" With a roar, Mo Yunting launched a flying kick, directly striking Liang Kuan in the chest. Like a kite with its string cut, Liang Kuan flew backward several meters before collapsing heavily to the ground, unable to open his eyes again. He passed out.

Seeing this, Song Yuhang, who had been silent all this time, felt that the time was almost right, so he walked forward cautiously and asked softly, "Yun Ting, what should we do next?"

"I've ordered people to seal off all places, making it impossible for him to escape!" Mo Yunting roared in anger. His face was flushed, veins bulged on his forehead, and his hands were clenched into fists, with the joints slightly white due to excessive force.

Song Yuhang frowned and pondered for a moment before slowly speaking, "From what I know, there's only one possibility for him to have taken Xueying away so quickly and evacuated successfully: he took a secret passage. Otherwise, under normal circumstances, it's impossible for him to disappear without a trace so quickly."

Hearing this, Mo Yunting could no longer suppress his inner anger. He suddenly raised his head, his eyes wide open, and roared like an angry lion: "Damn it! What should we do now? Are we just going to watch them escape? We can't just sit there and wait for death!"

At this moment, he had long lost his usual calmness and composure. His heart was filled with only worry about Xue Ying's safety and resentment towards the enemy's cunning tactics.

At this moment, Bai Feifei, who had been silent all the time, suddenly stood up. She glanced at Mo Yunting timidly, and then suggested cautiously: "Brother Yunting, I think Sister Xueying is very likely to have left from the secret passage in this villa. Think about it, the time between me sending a distress signal to my brother and you rushing here was very short, and Lu Yu was able to take Sister Xueying away in such a short time. If it weren't for the help of the secret passage, it would have been impossible to do it. So, why don't we check carefully to see if there is any secret passage here, maybe we can find Sister Xueying faster." After speaking, she bit her lip nervously, looking forward to Mo Yunting's response.

Mo Yunting frowned, stroking his chin with his right hand, and paced back and forth, lost in deep thought. He thought to himself, "Perhaps this is the only quickest solution."

He took a deep breath and ordered loudly: "Okay, arrange for people to come here immediately. Even if we have to dig three feet into the ground, we must find it for me!" His majestic and unquestionable voice echoed in the air, as if carrying an invisible force that made people dare not slack off.

After receiving the order, everyone sprang into action. A group of well-trained and agile secret guards moved like ghosts through every corner of the luxurious villa. They carefully searched every inch of space, leaving no place that might hide the entrance to the secret passage.

As time passed, every second seemed to stretch on. Mo Yunting stood in the middle of the living room, arms folded across his chest, staring intently at the bustling figures, his expression growing increasingly serious. He knew that if he couldn't find the entrance to the secret passage quickly, the consequences would be disastrous. However, despite his intense anxiety, he could only wait silently.

Just as Mo Yunting was about to lose his patience, one of his men suddenly ran over and breathlessly reported to him, "Mr. Mo, we found a suspicious secret door in the basement!" Upon hearing this news, Mo Yunting's eyes lit up instantly, and a surge of ecstasy surged in his heart. Without saying a word, he immediately led his men to the basement.