Starting with a cub, the superpower boss becomes the richest man by lying flat

Chapter 202 Please Don't Slaughter Us All

Mo Lanzhi, however, completely lacked Mo Zichen's deep thoughts. Seeing Mo Qilan standing motionless and watching them, she felt a surge of anger.

"Father, what's wrong with you? Can't you see that your daughter is being harassed by these unruly servants? Why don't you quickly do justice for your daughter and beat them all to death!" Selling these people to brothels was no longer enough to quell her anger; they had to be beaten to death, Mo Lanzhi thought to herself.

However, Mo Qilan acted as if he hadn't heard anything, looking at his daughter, whom he had always remembered as well-mannered, naive, and innocent, with a completely unfamiliar gaze. Then he suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly. What kind of daughter was she? She was just a bastard born from an affair!

"Send them away together!" Mo Qilan had lost interest in talking to them and waved his hand to give the order.

Several old women argued with Mo Lanzhi for a long time, but in the end, one of them saw that Mo Qilan's face was getting more and more ugly, so she hardened her heart, tied her hands behind her back, untied the silk ribbons that decorated her waist, tied her up tightly, and forced her into the carriage.

Now it was Mo Zichen's turn. Because he had been quite cooperative along the way, he was free to do as he pleased. He stood firmly in front of Mo Qilan, stared into his eyes for a while, and then abruptly asked, "Does the Duke know something?"

Mo Qilan's pupils contracted sharply, and after a moment's thought, he asked, "You know?"

Mo Zichen nodded. "I guessed it."

Mo Qilan remained silent.

Mo Zichen then asked, "How does the Duke intend to deal with my mother?"

Mo Qilan didn't speak, but turned to look at the carriage.

Mo Zichen understood. He nodded again and climbed into the carriage. The moment he lowered the curtain, he suddenly said to Mo Qilan, "Actually, I have always envied Mo Ziyuan. He can stand openly in the sunlight, while I can only hide in the darkness. So I have always cooperated with my mother to take you away from him because I am jealous. I am jealous of his good background and the confidence to stand in the sunlight."

Mo Qilan looked at him with an inscrutable expression.

“I will take good care of my mother and sister and won’t let them cause you any trouble. So please don’t try to kill us. Although our background is shameful, we still have the right to live.” As he spoke, Mo Zichen’s voice was extremely flat, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Mo Qilan remained silent, only waving to the coachman.

The coachman understood, cracked his whip, and the horse pulling the carriage raised its neck and started moving forward.

Mo Zichen received no response from Mo Qilan. Although he was somewhat disappointed, he pursed his lips and said nothing. He only gave him a deep look before returning to the carriage and lowering the curtain.

Two hours later, the carriage had moved far from the city gate and onto the dirt road. A group of men in black appeared in front of the carriage, their faces covered with black cloths, their eyes filled with murderous intent, and all their long swords were drawn.

The coachman seemed unsurprised. He calmly stopped the carriage, skillfully untied the horses, leaped onto one of them, nodded to the leader of the men in black, spurred the horse, and sped away.

The people inside the carriage had no idea what was happening outside; they could only hear the sound of horses' hooves fading into the distance. Mo Zichen, sitting on the outermost seat, gritted his teeth with a dark expression and reached out to lift the curtain. The people behind him all craned their necks to see what was going on, only to be met with a menacing figure in black.

"Ahhh!" In an instant, terrified screams filled the entire carriage.

Mo Zichen closed his eyes. The worst outcome had come. But then again, if he were Mo Qilan, he might have acted even more ruthlessly after learning the truth.

But he was truly unwilling to accept it! Seeing the man in black approaching with a sword, he closed his eyes. In the last moment of his life, what appeared in his mind was Lin Xin's beautiful smiling face.

Feeling the cold blade slice across his neck, Mo Zichen's lips curled up slightly. However, the expected pain did not come. A rough hand roughly pried open his lips and shoved something bitter into his mouth.

He suddenly opened his eyes and met a pair of eyes full of love, pity, and comfort. Before he could examine them closely, a wave of dizziness washed over him, and he sank into darkness.

"What did you do to my son?" Qi Shi, who had just recovered from her shock, saw Mo Zichen lying on the ground and immediately screamed.

Her response was a sword thrusting towards her chest, and the look of disgust in the eyes of the swordsman.

"You, you, you are..." Qi clutched her chest, her hand trembling as she pointed at the man in black, trying to say his name, but she no longer had the chance.

As she spoke, the man in black raised an eyebrow, twisted the sword in his hand inside her chest, and Qi Shi fell down with wide, resentful eyes.

"Ah~" Screams erupted from the carriage. A quarter of an hour later, the man in black returned to the front of the carriage, his sword dripping with bright red blood.

"Boss, there's no one left alive."

The leader of the men in black nodded slightly, bent down, picked up the unconscious Mo Zichen, and turned to leave.

The others wiped the blood off the swords onto the corpse inside the carriage, then evenly poured tung oil over the corpse and the carriage, and finally threw a torch inside.

With a whoosh, the entire carriage was engulfed in flames. The men in black stood a short distance away, watching the burning carriage expressionlessly until it turned into charcoal.

The flames gradually died down, and the men in black approached to examine the carriage closely. The carriage was almost completely burned, and the people inside were all charred beyond recognition.

The group seemed quite satisfied with this, exchanged glances, and then turned and left together.

In a stuffy room, Mo Zichen slowly woke up. He sat up, his head still groggy, and it took him a while to get a better look at his surroundings.

The room was simply furnished. Apart from the bed he was on, there was only a square four-legged stool placed not far from the bed. That was all.

He tried to move his body and was horrified to find that his feet were chained to a long chain, the other end of which was connected to a raised ring on the wall.

Mo Zichen struggled to climb off the bed, enduring waves of dizziness as he slowly made his way to the ring. In just those few steps, the heavy iron chains chafed his ankles raw. He raised his hand and tugged at the chain, which was barely thinner than his wrist. It was icy cold to the touch, just like his current mood.

As if knowing for certain that he was awake, the only door in the room was pushed open, and the man in black who had given him the pills in the carriage appeared at the door.

"Who are you? Why did you kidnap me and bring me here? What is this place?" Mo Zichen asked three questions in a row.

"Don't worry, how are you feeling now?" The man in black's voice was unusually hoarse, and it was impossible to understand what he was saying without careful listening.

"I...I'm fine, just a little dizzy." Staring at him with those deep gray eyes, Mo Zichen felt as if the air around him had solidified. He took a deep breath and answered.