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

Chapter 203 Everyone is Dead

Mo Zichen didn't know if the man in black was satisfied with his answer. He carefully observed the man's eyes, but was disappointed to find that he couldn't see any emotional change in those dark gray eyes at all.

"It's normal to feel dizzy, it'll be fine in a while," the man in black sat down on the only stool in the room, slowly straightened his sleeves, and then looked up at Mo Zichen. "Aren't you curious why you're here?"

Mo Zichen nodded. What he wanted to know most was why this person had brought him here.

“Mo Zichen has perished in the fire; he is no more in this world,” the man in black did not disappoint him, stating the answer directly. “I went to great lengths to bring you here because of your identity. Starting tomorrow, I will begin teaching you martial arts to help you accomplish your master’s great cause!”

Although he explained it very clearly, Mo Zichen was still confused. What was his identity? What was his identity? And what was his master's grand plan?
Intuition doesn't seem to be a good thing!
Mo Zichen didn't want to participate, and this was clearly shown on his face.

However, the man in black seemed completely oblivious to his silent objection and continued, "Your body is already fully developed. If you continue to train using ordinary methods, you won't achieve anything. I need to give you extra training and modify your body. This will be a considerable expense, so you'd better live up to my efforts."

Mo Zichen swallowed hard, his heart pounding with the thought of backing out. He knew that modifying one's body was no easy task, and having been pampered since childhood, he had never experienced any hardship and had no desire to have his body modified.

The man in black seemed to be informing him of his decision rather than seeking his opinion, so after finishing his sentence, he stood up and prepared to leave.

Mo Zichen quickly blocked his way, and after hesitating for a long time, he said, "I... I don't want to undergo any reformation. Can you let me go?"

The man in black's gaze suddenly sharpened, his eyes instantly filled with coldness, like two gleaming daggers aimed straight at Mo Zichen. The suffocating feeling from before enveloped Mo Zichen again. He gasped for breath, trying to keep his trembling legs from collapsing to the ground, his terrified eyes wide open.

"Get some rest, I'll come back tomorrow morning." With that, the man in black walked past him, opened the door, and left.

Mo Zichen knelt on the ground in despair. The joy of waking up and learning that he was still alive had vanished, leaving only endless fear of tomorrow.

Unaware of all this, Mo Qilan was sitting anxiously in the dining room of the Duke's mansion's front courtyard. A sumptuous breakfast was laid out on the table in front of him. His eyes kept glancing at the doorway. When he heard the approaching footsteps, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately sat up straight.

Mo Ziyuan walked into the hall and saw the breakfast on the table and the man sitting at the table who was trying to remain calm but whose shifty eyes betrayed his thoughts. He almost immediately knew what the man was up to. He chuckled to himself and walked over to sit at the table.

Mo Qilan felt a little annoyed looking at Mo Ziyuan, but more than that, he felt another emotion he couldn't quite put his finger on. Seeing that Mo Ziyuan had only given him a perfunctory greeting before picking up a small steamed bun and eating it without any intention of talking to him, he could only awkwardly say, "Breakfast was made by the new chef at home. Try this rock sugar bird's nest soup; it's his specialty." As he spoke, he pushed a delicate crystal bowl in front of Mo Ziyuan.

A hint of mockery flashed across Mo Ziyuan's eyes. Rock sugar bird's nest was Qi Shi's favorite food, a fact known throughout the entire Duke's mansion. Mo Qilan had hired this chef because of her fondness for it, and now he was actually trying to curry favor with her by serving her this bowl of rock sugar bird's nest. If Mo Ziyuan didn't know his character, he might have thought he was deliberately trying to embarrass him.

After saying that, Mo Qilan probably realized his mistake and brought the rock sugar bird's nest back to himself, wanting to give his son something he liked. However, he was embarrassed to find that he knew nothing about his only biological son's hobbies, and he couldn't help but feel a little defeated.

After finishing the last mouthful of porridge, Mo Ziyuan put down his chopsticks and looked at Mo Qilan seriously, saying, "You don't need to do this. Our relationship won't change anyway. I will do what I'm supposed to do in the future. But if you're looking for kinship with me, then I'm sorry, you'll probably only be disappointed."

“Ziyuan, Father…” Mo Qilan’s mouth moved a few times, but he didn’t say anything. “I’m full,” Mo Ziyuan stood up, thought for a moment and then said, “I will set off with the army the day after tomorrow. I will go to the military camp during the day today and will not be back tonight.”

"Alright, be careful on your expedition. Father... Father will be waiting for your triumphant return at home." Mo Qilan raised his head excitedly, but when he looked into his son's indifferent eyes, his excitement subsided a bit. However, he couldn't help but say the last sentence.

Mo Ziyuan hesitated for a moment, then nodded without saying anything more and left.

After he left, Mo Qilan sat blankly in the chair for a long time, finally leaning back helplessly and covering his eyes with his hand. No one knew what he was thinking at that moment.

After a long while, a servant rushed in from outside, shouting, "Your Excellency, Your Excellency, something terrible has happened..."

"What's all this shouting about? It's really unbecoming," the butler rushed over and scolded.

"But...but..." The servant rubbed his hands anxiously, looking like he wanted to say something but didn't dare, glancing into the hall every now and then.

"Let him in!" Mo Qilan's voice came from inside the room.

"Yes," the servant hurriedly bypassed the steward and ran into the hall, "Lord Duke..."

"Just tell me what happened. What's going on?"

"The Madam, the Madam, and the young master and young lady's carriage were attacked in the outskirts of the capital. Everyone was dead, and the carriage was burned to ashes. The Duke..."

"What did you say?" Mo Qilan suddenly stood up and asked with wide eyes.

"The Prefect of the Capital has asked... asked the Duke to come over." The servant finished speaking haltingly, then breathed a sigh of relief. The Duke's face was extremely ugly, and his legs were trembling.

"Has it been confirmed?" After the initial shock, Mo Qilan quickly calmed down and asked in a flat voice.

"There are still some unburned corners on the carriage, with the Duke's Mansion's mark on them."

"······I see."

Sitting in the carriage on the way to the Jingzhao Prefecture, Mo Qilan thought about many things. He was afraid that the investigation would eventually lead to Mo Ziyuan, since there were very few people in the entire capital who were eager to kill Qi Shi and her two children.