Ruthless Host and Her Little Darling Quick Transmigration

"I'll rescue my son first. After that, I'll be with you no matter what you do to me." After saying this, Su Jie left without looking back. Only the sound of Su Jie's footsteps could be heard fading away in the basement.

Seeing Su Jie leave, Zhao Ming didn't waste a moment. He took a knife from the shelf and approached the two men step by step.

I need to be quick; the news has already spread online. The Huang family must be incredibly powerful to be engaged to Wang Feng.

"Calm down, Miss Huang has nothing to do with this." Li Mo's voice trembled as he saw the knife in Old Zhao's hand.

This old man is really going to kill someone!

Li Mo is now completely bound, unable to escape, and too late to retaliate.

Thinking of Miss Huang behind him, Li Mo took out a knife from his storage ring, ready to risk cutting his wrists to quickly sever the ropes. But as soon as he took the knife out, all the ropes binding him broke.

There is no pain in my ankles and wrists...

Before he could even express his surprise or ask any questions, Li Mo immediately raised the knife behind him to his front, assuming a defensive stance.

“Mr. Zhao, I don’t want to hurt you! My ultimate goal is the same as yours.”

Zhao Ming used to get into fights a lot when he was young. Looking at Zhao Ming's clumsy knife-wielding gestures, Zhao Ming sneered, his sarcasm obvious.

"People from powerful families are indeed not to be underestimated. As for my purpose, it's obvious! It's to kill you all, or to kill her. It's different from your purpose, so don't try to persuade me anymore. You're not the one whose family was destroyed, so you can't understand my feelings."

Zhao Ming assumed that Li Mo had obtained the knife from Qin Baobao. His hatred was mixed with apprehension as he glared at them fiercely.

Qin Baobao walked out from behind, holding a gun in her hand, and handed it to Li Mo.

"Use this one, it's safer."

Li Mo glanced at it briefly; it was an air gun with a range of less than 100 meters, which was enough for this basement.

Li Mo's lips curled slightly, and his eyes and brows revealed a smile.

He took the air gun and aimed it at Zhao Ming as well. Holding a gun in his left hand and a knife in his right, it looked a bit odd. But he was happy and didn't care what others thought.

They went through life and death together; could this be considered a token of their love?

Upon seeing the gun, Zhao Ming's pupils contracted, a sense of urgency washing over him. His expression flickered with panic for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure.

Qin Baobao glanced at Li Mo, who was grinning foolishly, and then at Zhao Ming, whose eyes were blazing with anger. She sighed inwardly, "People's joys and sorrows are truly not shared."

Qin Baobao gave Li Mo a light kick to the shin. If Li Mo kept grinning like an idiot, Zhao Ming might just kill him first. Li Mo's expression was just too irritating; Qin Baobao wanted to slap him twice.

"Stop laughing, grab him! We can talk about the rest later." If he keeps laughing, the police will arrive, and things will get even more complicated.

Li Mo suppressed his smile and put on a serious expression, which looked quite intimidating.

"Mr. Zhao, I really didn't want to hurt you. But I had no choice..."

As Li Mo approached step by step with a weapon in hand, Zhao Ming did not panic and flee. Instead, he took two steps back, stood beside the large box, and looked at them with regret.

"Since you are unwilling to die, then the only option is for that little guy to die with me."

What a pity! He's so young, he's never even seen the sunlight or the darkness of this world. He'll have to be buried with me forever, experiencing the cold and dampness of the earth. Ah, how pitiful!

Upon hearing this, the two stopped and looked at each other in bewilderment.

"What do you mean by that? Wasn't the child given away?"

"I've planted a time bomb. Enough with the nonsense! It's his death, or yours! Choose!" Zhao Ming clenched his fist as he spoke. He was gambling—gambling on whether these two dim-witted, good-natured men valued their own lives more, or the child's.

Those who have witnessed the wickedness of the world will not trust people's hearts.

But you never know, there might be some selfless fools in this world who do good deeds that harm themselves for the benefit of others.

By helping others, you also move yourself.

Li Mo and Qin Baobao both turned their gaze to Zhao Ming's left hand.

No wonder Zhao Ming had been clenching his left hand tightly ever since he came in. It turned out he had planned this all along; he never intended to release the child in the first place.

Li Mo was immediately filled with a sense of justice and righteously rebuked Zhao Ming. "Isn't that a remote control button in your left hand? What did that child do wrong? He's only three years old. How is what you're doing any different from what Wang Feng did?"

Zhao Ming slightly raised his left hand, his eyes instinctively wanting to look at it. But he forcefully restrained himself.

"That's right, what I'm holding in my hand is the control button. I'll give you three seconds to choose!"

three……

two……

what……"

Before Zhao Ming could finish counting, a flash of white light appeared, and something fell to the ground. He belatedly felt a sharp pain in his left wrist.

Zhao Ming looked down and saw that it was his left hand that had fallen to the ground.

A look of panic crossed Zhao Ming's face. Ignoring the excruciating pain in his left hand, he dropped the knife and used his right hand to pick up his severed hand from the ground.

When he touched the severed hand, a glint appeared in Zhao Ming's eyes.

Before he could pick up his left hand, Zhao Ming's right hand was kicked hard by a foot. His right hand went numb, and the severed hand flew off uncontrollably.

Li Mo kicked with great force, and his flying left hand slammed into the shelf. Something fell from his hand—it looked like a pocket watch?

It's not a bomb controller!

Li Mo stared at the pocket watch, stunned.

Zhao Ming scrambled over, ignoring his left hand. Instead, he carefully picked up the pocket watch and examined it with great care.

Seeing this, Li Mo nervously tugged at the hem of his clothes.

"I didn't mean to, I thought it was..."

sorry! "

While the two weren't paying attention, Qin Baobao quietly walked over and opened the large box.

The box didn't contain explosives or the child. Instead, it contained some odds and ends; clearly, they'd been tricked by the old man again!

Old ginger is spicier! This saying is absolutely true; every elderly person is a treasure trove of wisdom.

“Pick up his left hand. I have some ointment here that can help him reattach it. As for revenge, I can help you, but we have to get out of here first. The police will be here soon, and things will get complicated then.”

Zhao Ming immediately looked at her with hostility, not believing a word she said.

Qin Baobao didn't care, giving him a dismissive glance. "Or should I send you on your way now?"

"You're not satisfied yet, are you?"