Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

The call was quickly disconnected.

Just like last time, I logged out after hanging up.

But this time, Ling Che was cautious.

As soon as the phone was hung up, Qu Hao from Luosha Hall called.

"Mr. Ling, based on the conversation we just had, we've tracked down the other party's address." The person on the other end of the line spoke quickly, "He's in Mexico."

Mexico, Jin Huan’s lair.

Since he is in Mexico, he can grasp his every move, and even the movements of Qiao Ruyi, which means that the bait has been spread in China.

Ling Che raised his eyes and looked at Qi Jin, "What has Qin Chao been doing these days?"

Qi Jin said, "Our people watched him for a few days, but he didn't do anything else. He stayed at home most of the time, occasionally going out with his mother."

Ling Che's eyes were stern, but he didn't make any other movements. That was what was wrong with him.

"However, there was someone around him who seemed to be connected to the child murder that happened a few days ago," Qi Jin said. "But the police didn't have any concrete evidence, so they took him in, questioned him a few times, and then released him."

"What's your name?" Ling Che asked.

"Nicknamed Old Ghost, people call him Brother Ghost."

Ling Che's eyes darkened. Lao Gui was an internationally wanted criminal and a death row inmate who should have been executed long ago. So, Qin Chao and Jin Huan were in cahoots.

No wonder Qin Chao wanted to kill Valen and swallow up Valen's mercenary group. He thought Qin Chao wanted to expand the mercenary business and continue his old business of killing people, but he didn't expect that he was recruiting soldiers for Jin Huan's black market.

Thinking of this, Ling Che's eyes suddenly became sharp, and then he sneered.

Qin Chao said that he returned to China to see his mother, but his real purpose should be him.

Just then, the phone rang again.

Qi Jin took a look and saw that it was a call from within Ling Palace.

He picked up the phone, his brows suddenly furrowed, and he turned to look at Ling Che very seriously, "Mr. Ling, MOMO is not doing well."

The cigarette burning at Ling Che's fingertips trembled violently. He suddenly raised his eyes to look at Qi Jin, "What did you say?"

"Mike's doctor called and said Momo suddenly collapsed and is in a very bad condition—"

Before Qi Jin finished speaking, he saw the man stand up from his chair with a cold face.

Over there, Qiao Ruyi had just finished practicing two magazines and was about to go to Ling Che's side to rest. Before she reached him, she heard Qi Jin's words.

The gun in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.

Qiao Ruyi's mind went blank and her heart felt like it was stabbed.

She looked at the man in front of her in disbelief. MOMO is dying?

......

"Drip-drip-drip-"

Lights showing vital signs flickered on the cold machines, and lines crisscrossed on the electronic screens.

In the ward filled with the scent of wolves, a gray wolf lay on a nest-shaped bed, breathing weakly. Apart from its half-open eyelids blinking from time to time, there was no sign of life.

Through the huge glass, Qiao Ruyi stared at the wolf motionlessly. She felt the big hand she held in her palm tremble slightly. The hand that was originally dry and hot now became a little cold.

She clenched her hand tightly and turned to look at the handsome profile of the man next to her.

Ling Che, like her, stood in front of the glass, staring at the wolf inside without saying a word.

Dr. Mike was giving it a final checkup. This was the third time Ling Che had asked him to do it. However, the result was the same every time—organ failure, it wouldn't last much longer.

After completing the final examination, Dr. Mike came out of the ward, stood beside the two of them, and shook his head regretfully.

This shaking of the head is announcing that MOMO's last life is about to end.

Qiao Ruyi looked at MOMO with tears in her eyes, and MOMO seemed to know that she was about to leave. She opened her eyes with difficulty and also looked at Ling Che.

A man and a wolf, their eyes met through the transparent glass.

Qiao Ruyi could feel Ling Che's back stiffen, his breathing became irregular, and his jawline was tense.

Although he remained silent and endured it, he must have been in great pain inside.

This is MOMO, the MOMO who played the role of his mother and his playmate in his childhood.

He built a Ling Palace for MOMO, created Arctic ice and snow, and hired the best medical team to extend its life.

But now I have to watch it die and leave before my eyes...

"Boss Ling," Dr. Mike reminded with a sad face, "She doesn't have much time left. Please go in and talk to her. She misses you too."

Hearing this, Qiao Ruyi's tears fell uncontrollably. She pulled Ling Che's hand and choked out, "Ling Che...go say goodbye to MOMO."

Ling Che turned around and walked into the ward step by step. Finally, he stood in front of MOMO and looked down at her.

MOMO also felt his presence and tried hard to shake her tail, but she found that she had no strength left and her huge tail could only swing in a small arc a few times.

She opened her eyelids and looked at the man in front of her with her light brown eyes.

"Are you going to leave me too?"

Ling Che looked at her with bloodshot eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Can't you stay a little longer?"

MOMO seemed to understand what he said and whimpered softly twice.

Ling Che's hand fell on Momo's head, stroking it gently, "Do you really want to leave?"

MOMO licked his palm. Her tongue tip was no longer as hot as before, and her body temperature was slowly dissipating.

"I've been too busy lately and haven't been able to visit you more often." Ling Che lowered his eyes to look at her, his eyes crimson. "Thank you for holding on for so long. You've worked hard."

"Actually, there's a question I've always been puzzled about." He looked at the tip of Momo's nose and nudged his palm, smiling gently, "Why did you stay when the Wolf King led the pack away? But it's a pity that you can't speak and can't give me the answer."

Even though years of tacit understanding were enough for him to know what MOMO was trying to express, he still couldn't figure out the answer.

Why did MOMO want to stay? Why was she unwilling to leave when he wanted to release her back to nature, and why did she follow him to China, a place that was not suitable for her to survive.

He raised her in Ling Palace, but he never knew whether she was happy or not during these short ten years.

"In your next life, be a wolf king galloping freely in the ice and snow. Don't suffer with me anymore."

He placed his hand on Momo's head and covered her eyes. "If you can't hold on any longer, just leave. I won't blame you."

MOMO seemed to understand his relief, and she gently arched her back in his palm, and finally slowly lowered her eyelids.

There was a rapid beating sound from the machine next to it, and finally it fell silent.

Ling Che opened his palm and looked at the dampness inside.

He didn't cry, so why did his tears fall into his palms?