After I died, they cried in the live studio

Chapter 27 Blood debt must be paid with blood

Mo Xiao slowly woke up, feeling very dizzy, and the headache after the hangover was like a tide that hit his nerves in waves. He moved his body subconsciously, but was shocked to find that he was naked. It was pitch black all around, without a trace of light, and so quiet that he could only hear his own heavy breathing.

He thought to himself that he had drunk too much last night and was sent to the room by his men. "These guys are too rough in their work. They didn't even leave a light on for me." He muttered, groping for the switch of the table lamp beside the bed.

However, as his hands were exploring in the darkness, he gradually noticed something strange. There was a strange smell in the air, not like the hotel fragrance he was familiar with, but rather like some kind of deliberately created ambiguous smell. Moreover, the touch of the bed was a little wrong, it seemed harder than the high-end mattress he usually slept on.

An inexplicable sense of uneasiness surged in his heart, but he still forced himself to remain calm and shouted, "Is there anyone there? Turn on the light for me!" His voice echoed in the darkness, but there was no response.

Suddenly, the lights in the room were bright, and the dazzling light made Mo Xiao squint his eyes instantly. When he adjusted to the light and saw the scene in front of him clearly, he couldn't help but be shocked. Sang Shuwan was wearing a black tights, outlining her graceful and powerful figure. Her eyes were cold, like cold stars, shooting straight at Mo Xiao. Behind her, a team of well-trained people stood in an orderly manner, each with a stern face and a murderous look in their eyes, blocking the door tightly.

Mo Xiao felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart. He tried to cover his body with his hands, and shouted fiercely: "What do you mean? Why did you bring me here?"

Sang Shuwan sneered and slowly took a few steps forward, each step seemed to be stepping on Mo Xiao's heart. "Mo Xiao, you really are a forgetful person. Today is your end, it's time to pay the price for the sins you have committed."

Mo Xiao's face turned pale, but he still pretended to be calm and said, "Don't mess around. My Mo Group is not easy to mess with. If you dare to touch me, you will not end well."

Sang Shuwan laughed even more wantonly after hearing his words. "Mo Group? Do you think I'm still afraid? From the moment you framed my family, you should have thought that this day would come." As she spoke, she took out a remote control from her pocket and pressed it lightly. The projector in the room began to play a video. The video clearly recorded how Mo Xiao designed to frame Sang Shuwan's family business, how he colluded with various forces, and plundered wealth by any means.

When Mo Xiao saw the video, his face turned pale as paper. "How...how did you get these?" His voice was trembling and full of fear.

Sang Shuwan put away his smile, his eyes full of hatred. "I spent so much time collecting these evidences to expose your true colors in front of everyone. Do you think you can escape the punishment of the law? You are wrong. Today is your trial day."

Mo Xiao knew that the situation was hopeless, but he still struggled unwillingly. "Do you think you can bring me down like this? I have many connections in the business and political circles, and they won't just sit there and watch."

Sang Shuwan looked at him with disdain. "Those connections you have? Do you think they will still be willing to take risks for you after seeing these irrefutable evidences? You are too naive."

At this time, the people behind Sang Shuwan slowly approached, and Mo Xiao looked at them in horror, constantly retreating. He knew that everything he had was about to come to naught, and his former glory and power would all be gone, and he could only wait for the judgment of fate in this endless fear and regret.

Mo Xiao looked at Sang Shuwan, his eyes full of fear and disbelief. He knew that the people around him were all professional killers who had been strictly trained. They were all sharp-eyed and alert, and should have been able to detect any disturbance. But now they were fooled by Sang Shuwan's conspiracy. He was constantly struggling and roaring in his heart, and he couldn't figure out what went wrong.

He stared at Sang Shuwan intently, as if trying to find the answer from her face. Sang Shuwan had a stern face, with determination and hatred in her eyes. Her firm aura made Mo Xiao feel an unprecedented sense of oppression. Looking at the group of people behind Sang Shuwan, they all had upright postures and sharp eyes, exuding a murderous aura of being experienced in the battlefield. They were obviously more well-trained and more intimidating than his own men.

Mo Xiao's body trembled slightly involuntarily. He tried to use the remaining trace of arrogance to cover up his inner fear, "You...how did you do it? Even if you can succeed today, don't think of escaping the subsequent revenge." However, his voice became hoarse and dry due to fear, and there was no deterrent effect at all.

Sang Shuwan took a step forward and said coldly, "Mo Xiao, do you think that no one can break your tricks? From the moment you stretched out your murderous hand to my family, I vowed to make you pay with blood. I have endured hardships and made careful plans in the past few years. Your so-called professional killers are nothing but a bunch of blind men in front of my plan."

Mo Xiao's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, which slid down his cheeks. His brain was working rapidly, but he could not think of any way to save himself. Only then did he truly realize that he had completely fallen into the revenge net carefully woven by Sang Shuwan, and this time, he was afraid that he could not escape even if he had wings.

Mo Xiao was terrified, and his panicked eyes searched around the room. When he caught a glimpse of the window, he felt like he had grabbed a life-saving straw, and instantly had the idea of slipping out of the window. He gritted his teeth, forced his weak body, and struggled to move towards the window. However, he was horrified to find that his legs seemed to be as heavy as lead, and his arms were weak and powerless. Every inch he moved took a lot of effort, and his body was completely unresponsive. It turned out that Sang Shuwan's people quietly injected him with an anesthetic while he was unconscious. Although the effect of the anesthetic was not enough to make him completely unconscious, it was enough to greatly weaken his muscle strength, making his movements extremely slow and difficult.

Veins popped out on Mo Xiao's forehead, and sweat rolled down like soybeans. He struggled desperately, his eyes full of unwillingness and fear. "You...you actually..." His voice was weak and trembling. Before he could finish his words, he stumbled forward due to lack of strength.

Seeing this, Sang Shuwan slowly walked in front of him and looked down at the miserable Mo Xiao, without any mercy in his eyes. "Mo Xiao, do you think you can still escape? You deserve all this."

Mo Xiao lay on the ground, gasping for breath. He looked up at Sang Shuwan, his lips moving but he could no longer speak. At this moment, he was like a beast trapped in a trap, helplessly waiting for the judgment of fate.

Although the dose of anesthesia was small, it also made Mo Xiao's consciousness fall into chaos and confusion. Seeing this, Sang Shuwan signaled his subordinates beside him with his eyes, and they quickly brought a basin of cold water and then suddenly poured it on Mo Xiao. The cold water was like a heavy hammer, instantly waking Mo Xiao up. He shuddered suddenly and woke up from the chaos. He subconsciously wanted to raise his hands to cover himself, but found that his hands were firmly tied to the head of the bed, and his feet were also tied tightly with ropes, unable to move.

Mo Xiao's eyes widened, and he looked at everything around him in horror. Sang Shuwan stood beside the bed, her eyes as cold as the glaciers in the polar regions. The people around her all had stern faces, like statues, emitting a chilling aura.

"You...what are you going to do?" Mo Xiao's voice became sharp because of fear. He struggled desperately, trying to break free from the ropes, but the ropes were deeply embedded in his skin, bringing only a piercing pain.

Sang Shuwan sneered and said slowly: "Mo Xiao, at this point, don't you understand? This is your retribution. I will repay you double for everything you did to my family."

Mo Xiao's face turned pale, and a trace of despair flashed in his eyes, but he still said with determination: "If you dare to touch me, my Mo family will not let you go. I have many people outside, and they will come to save me..."

After hearing his words, Sang Shuwan laughed even more wantonly: "Mo family? Do you think the Mo family can still be as prosperous as before? I'm afraid your so-called helpers won't even have time to hide after learning about the crimes you committed."

As he spoke, Sang Shuwan picked up a document from the table beside him and shook it in front of Mo Xiao: "Look what this is? This is all the evidence of your crimes over the years. It's enough for you to spend the rest of your life in prison."

Mo Xiao's eyes fell on the document, and despair surged in his heart. He knew that his situation was hopeless, and all his former glory and power would vanish into thin air. He could only wait for the judgment of fate in endless regret.

Sang Shuwan said sarcastically, "Mo Xiao, you have come to this day. But before you go to hell, I have to send you off myself. For so many years, I have been looking forward to this moment day and night, hoping to completely destroy this demon like you."

As Sang Shuwan spoke, he ordered someone to bring a huge durian to the bed. The durian was covered with thorns, like a torture device from hell, and it exuded a unique and pungent smell.

Mo Xiao stared at the durian, his body shaking violently, his throat seemed to be choked by something, and he could only make a "gurgling" sound. "You...you can't do this, you will regret it..."

Sang Shuwan didn't listen to his pleas at all. She held the durian in her arms, her eyes burning with hatred. "Do you still remember how desperately my father begged you? Did you ever have a trace of mercy? Now, I won't give you any chance."

In a flash, Sang Shuwan raised the durian high and threw it at Mo Xiao. Mo Xiao stared with wide eyes, watching the durian approaching with a whistling sound. His heart was filled with fear and regret, but he was powerless to avoid it. The durian hit his chest heavily, and the sharp thorns pierced his skin instantly, and he let out a painful scream.

Sang Shuwan did not stop, and waved the durian again and again, and each time it fell was accompanied by Mo Xiao's wailing.

(End of this chapter)