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The person who was following him had disguised his voice and it was hoarse, so his identity could not be guessed, but there must be a reason why he was targeting him.

Following his instructions, Chu Jun passed through one alley after another, bypassing all the police patrol positions, and arrived at a dim port.

Along the way, Chu Jun also discovered that the other party knew every street and alley in Shanghai, including where patrols were located. It seemed that he had been dealing with these places for many years.

There was no one else around, so Chu Jun said calmly, "Excuse me, what do you want to talk to me about?"

The other party seemed to think that Chu Yun was being fearless, and the muzzle of the gun was pressed against the back of Chu Yun's head again: "Stop talking nonsense, just follow me."

This is a port, and occasionally you can hear the sound of ship whistles and the sea breeze blowing.

This unfriendly gentleman asked me to follow him, probably by ship.

But Chu Jun obviously didn't want to go with him.

But it was really strange that the other party brought me along.

"Could it be that he wants to use me to threaten Mo Heng?" Chu Jun could only think of this.

If I were to say who could be my weak spot right now, it would only be Mo Heng.

but···

"I think you might have caught the wrong person. There's no point in you taking me with you."

Chu Jun spoke tentatively, without mentioning Mo Heng's name, hoping to get some information out of him.

"We didn't arrest the wrong person." The person behind him obviously didn't want to say more, but this firm tone was enough to make Chu Jun think a lot.

When I walked into the harbor, I found it was too quiet, like the silence before a storm, and there seemed to be something hidden in the dark.

"Someone is watching." Chu Jun could feel several eyes on him.

But this is not a good thing for Chu Jun. There is someone in the dark, and if he wants to fight back against the person behind him, he has to think more carefully.

If you act too unusually, it will arouse suspicion.

"This way." Chu Yun's arm was grabbed. The man behind him was very strong, as if he had been engaged in violence-related activities for many years. He shackled Chu Yun's arm and took him to another alley.

Chu Jun felt that those gazes had disappeared. It seemed that the people behind him also knew that other people had been ambushed at the port.

He captured me, perhaps wanting to use me as a hostage.

After quietly scanning the surroundings to make sure no one noticed this place, Chu Jun spoke again: "You want to leave here."

The person behind me didn't speak.

"Why do you want to leave?"

"There's really no point in using me as a hostage. Just let me go." Chu Jun persuaded in a gentle voice. If possible, he didn't want to hurt anyone.

"Doctor Chu, who made you get so close to the Third Master? If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for choosing the wrong friends." Xin Jiao looked at Mo Heng's test and suddenly understood the Third Master a little.

Chu Yun's face resembled a graceful, elegant painting, so beautiful it was difficult to tell whether she was male or female. Her eyebrows and eyes resembled the dark green of a spring mountain, her brows slightly raised like a crescent moon. Her eyes were deep and distant, like a deep pool on a cold night, yet calm and composed. Her lips were a brilliant, unadorned crimson, a delicate and beautiful sight.

He was thin and slender, with the air of a man who had spent too much time in his studies and had little exercise. His every gesture exuded the elegance and refinement of a cultured man. The cool aura he exuded was like the mist on a cold winter morning, ethereal and distant.

If an ordinary person accidentally caught a glimpse of him, he would definitely feel that he was like the white moonlight hanging high in the sky, holy and cold, with an aura that kept people away from him. People dared not approach him easily, and could only look up at him from afar and admire him secretly.

Perhaps only such a person could be remembered by Mr. Mo Sanye, Xin Jiao thought to himself.

It is said that those involved in the matter are often confused, while those who are watching can see things clearly. Mr. Mo Sanye himself may not think so.

But as a bystander, Xin Jiao saw clearly that the Third Master was too concerned about Doctor Chu. His attitude was no longer the same as that towards undercover agents and spies. He was completely obsessed with him.

However, if Xin Jiao were to wonder whether this step he was taking was safe, he had no way of guaranteeing it.

There were countless corpses piled up at Mr. Mo Sanye's feet, and he would soon become one of them.

He captured Chu Yun, but it was also a desperate gamble.

Mo Heng's people had already rushed to report this matter to Mo Heng when Chu Yun and Xin Jiao appeared at the port together.

When the groom entered, he saw the killer lying at the door of the study. He didn't bother to ask, "Xin Jiao has taken Doctor Chu away. He's at the port now. Should we..."

Mo Heng heard that the soldiers behind him did not react too excitedly. On the contrary, it seemed as if they had expected it and had already made a decision.

He didn't give an order immediately, but asked, "What's Doctor Chu's expression?"

"Very calm." The groom said immediately as Chu Jun's face, which showed no fear or tension at all, flashed before his eyes.

Mo Heng nodded. "Is that so... Capture Xin Jiao while ensuring Dr. Chu's safety."

"What if Xin Jiao takes Dr. Chu away?" The groom knew the importance of Dr. Chu.

"..." Mo Heng was silent for a moment before he said, "The priority is to capture Xin Jiao. Everything else is unimportant."

The groom got the order and left immediately. He understood what Mr. Mo San meant.

If necessary, Dr. Chu can be abandoned.

Mr. Mo Sanye was still the Mr. Mo Sanye he knew, and he had not changed at all because of the young master of the Chu family.

After the coachman left, Mo Heng seemed to have lost all his strength and fell onto the sofa in a slightly embarrassed manner.

He kept his hand on the gun at his waist.

Catching the traitor was a decision he made as a leader, but protecting Chu Yun's safety was something he just wanted to do as Mo Heng.

Mo Heng's fingers gripped the gun barrel, and his fingertips turned white.

The door opened quietly, and the apartment was devoid of any trace of life.

On the other side, Chu Yun, who didn't know that he had been "abandoned", had already completed self-rescue.

"Doctor Chu is a kind-hearted doctor. He has only been back to China for more than a month." For some reason, the person behind him suddenly started talking about other things.

"Yeah." Chu Jun felt that this person knew him very well, even knowing exactly when he came back. It seemed that he had investigated him.

"In just one month, he saved hundreds of civilians. Doctor Chu has done a tremendous service. If only there were more people like Doctor Chu in this world..."

Chu Jun felt that he seemed to be speaking the truth, but how could such a person put a gun to his head?

"Does Dr. Chu have any family?"

The further into the darkness we walked, the more the person behind us seemed to talk.

There was no need for Chu Yun to answer. The person behind him seemed to have opened up his mouth and said to himself: "My parents died young, and my grandparents raised me with great difficulty. As long as they are well, I will do anything."

"So I follow Master Mo and do all kinds of work. Master Mo always says that only when we have our own guns can the people stand up straight and behave themselves."

"I haven't read much, so I don't understand the big principles."

"My grandfather had several fingers chopped off. I went after that person with a gun. That was my first time killing someone."

"Killing someone doesn't seem like a big deal. It happens in a split second."

"In this society, who doesn't have some blood on their hands?"

"I think I understand what Third Master said. Everyone is afraid of death. Only when you hold a gun in your own hands can you make others afraid of you."

"Do you remember, Dr. Chu, that you once treated an old tailor? That was my grandfather."

"He's gone now. Grandma is the only relative I have left. For her, I can do anything."

"I'm sorry, Dr. Chu."

"I'm sorry." The last word was probably said to someone else. Chu Jun could feel the person behind him choking up for a moment.

The gun relaxed for a moment, and the person behind him seemed to be confessing to someone, or seemed to have made a decision.