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After the guests left, the Wang family mansion suddenly became deserted.

The candlelight in the main hall was still burning, illuminating the leftover food and the overturned wine pot on the table. The air was filled with the smells of alcohol, cosmetics, and a faint, almost imperceptible, stench of blood.

Young Master Mo sat in the main seat, his legs apart, with a maid in each arm. His hands wandered into the maids' clothes, kneading them wantonly. The maids frowned and bit their lips, but dared not utter a sound.

Their gazes kept sweeping over a corpse curled up in the corner. It was a servant whose hand had trembled while serving tea, and who had been shot dead by Young Master Mo with a casual shot. The body was still curled up, and the blood had already dried.

The maid's body trembled uncontrollably.

Young Master Mo turned his head, expressionless: "Why are you trembling?"

The maid's face turned deathly pale. She knelt on the ground with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly: "Young master, spare my life! Young master, spare my life!"

Young Master Mo suddenly felt bored, drew his pistol from his waist, and fired a shot.

"Bang!"

The bullet struck her squarely between the eyebrows, and the maid fell backward, her blood splattering onto Young Master Mo's military boots. He smirked, then wiped the sole of his shoe on the maid's corpse as if stepping in a puddle of mud.

Liang Fangwu stood to the side with his hands at his sides, eyes downcast, expressionless.

At this moment, Wang Yucheng pulled Wang Zhiyuan and Xu Wanqing along, jogging in. Xu Wanting followed at the very back, head down, her face pale.

Wang Yucheng smiled broadly and bowed to Young Master Mo, saying, "Young Master Mo, this is my son, Wang Zhiyuan, his fiancée, Xu Wanqing, and her younger sister."

"Zhiyuan, quickly call him cousin." Wang Yucheng turned to Wang Zhiyuan and winked, "Your mother is a distant relative of Governor Mo, so by that reckoning, Young Master Mo is your cousin."

Wang Zhiyuan obediently bowed and called out, "Cousin."

Xu Wanqing also lowered her head: "Young Master Mo."

Young Master Mo leaned back lazily in his chair, his gaze sweeping over Xu Wanqing from head to toe. Xu Wanqing was wearing a bright red dress today, the fitted waist accentuating her shapely figure.

"Cousin? And his cousin's wife?" Young Master Mo grinned. "Not married yet? So she's still a virgin?"

Wang Zhiyuan suddenly looked up, his expression changed drastically, and Xu Wanqing's body stiffened.

Xu Wanqing's face changed drastically, and her voice trembled: "Young Master Mo, I am the Wang family's betrothed—"

"I don't mind." Young Master Mo waved his hand, his tone as casual as if he were commenting on the weather. "Come with me tonight, and you can marry whoever you want tomorrow. I won't interfere."

Xu Wanqing turned to look at Wang Zhiyuan.

Wang Zhiyuan's lips trembled, and words of protest surged in his throat, but he couldn't utter a sound. He looked at Young Master Mo, then at his father, Wang Yucheng.

Wang Yucheng shook his head almost imperceptibly.

Wang Zhiyuan lowered his head, his voice sounding like it was being squeezed out through clenched teeth: "How about... Wanqing, you stay with your cousin for the night?"

Xu Wanqing's face turned deathly pale instantly.

Young Master Mo laughed, revealing his gleaming white teeth: "Your fiancé has no objections, so you should have even less to object, right?"

Xu Wanqing's chest heaved violently as she looked at Wang Zhiyuan's hunched-over posture, as if she were seeing him for the first time. The county magistrate's son? What a coward.

Aside from this identity, he is utterly useless.

Young Master Mo's gaze passed over her and landed on the timid figure behind her. Xu Wanting lowered her head, huddled behind her sister, twisting the hem of her clothes with her hands.

"Is this your sister?" Young Master Mo's eyes lit up.

Xu Wanqing reacted as if struck by lightning, and immediately reached out to protect her younger sister behind her.

Young Master Mo smiled and said, "It's been a long time since I've played with twin sisters. Just the two of you tonight."

He pinched the maid beside him hard, and she winced in pain but dared not utter a sound. He pushed her away, stood up, and stretched his limbs: "Let's go."

Xu Wanqing and Xu Wanting remained motionless.

Young Master Mo's face darkened. Wang Zhiyuan quickly nudged Xu Wanqing and urged her in a low voice, "Go quickly, don't upset Young Master Mo."

Xu Wanqing turned around abruptly and berated Wang Zhiyuan, "You're a complete waste! You can't even protect your own woman, what kind of person are you!"

Wang Zhiyuan's face turned bright red, and he was speechless.

Young Master Mo grew impatient, drew his gun, pointed it at Xu Wanqing, and said in a cold voice, "I don't want to waste words. Die, or come with me, you choose."

Xu Wanqing trembled, staring at the dark muzzle of the gun, her fear almost overflowing. She gritted her teeth, then suddenly pulled Xu Wanting behind her to her front, and knelt down with a thud.

"Young Master Mo, my sister is prettier and younger than me. She's enough to serve you. I... I'm already engaged to Wang Zhiyuan. It wouldn't look good if word got out..."

Xu Wanting was stunned.

She stood there, as if she had been doused with a bucket of ice water. Looking at her sister kneeling on the ground, head bowed and pleading, her mind went completely blank.

In the past, she regarded her sister as her only living relative, and even when they disagreed on many things, she would obediently comply. She often comforted herself with the thought that her sister always meant well for her.

Because of this "goodness", she didn't even go to the Chen family to see Hongwu and Hongxiu for a long time.

But now, she heard her sister push her out with her own ears.

Young Master Mo scoffed, "Do you think this is a vegetable market? Who gives you the right to haggle?"

Xu Wanqing felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, and collapsed to the ground, her face ashen.

Young Master Mo shooed the two away. After a few steps, he suddenly turned back and casually asked, "By the way, there was a young man at the door just now, about seventeen or eighteen years old, who looked quite capable and knew some martial arts. Which member of the Wang family was he?"

Wang Zhiyuan's eyes lit up, and he quickly replied, "It's Chen Hongwu! The eldest son of the Chen family! He has absolutely no relation to our Wang family!"

"Oh?" Young Master Mo raised an eyebrow slightly. "The Chen family, the richest family in Sanhai County?"

"Yes, it's their family." Wang Zhiyuan paused, then added, "They used to be Xu Wanqing's fiancé."

Young Master Mo's gaze fell on Xu Wanqing, a hint of amusement in his eyes: "Is that so?"

He used the gun barrel to lift Xu Wanqing's chin. The barrel was still warm from firing, so hot that Xu Wanqing dared not move.

Young Master Mo smiled.

"That's interesting."

He sheathed his gun and turned to leave. Xu Wanqing and Xu Wanting were pushed and shoved by the soldiers as they stumbled and fell onto the military vehicle.

The engine roared and the headlights came on.

Just as the military vehicle was about to leave the Wang family mansion, Liang Fangwu, who had been following behind with his hands at his sides, suddenly stopped. He stood in the middle of the courtyard, motionless, his eyes narrowed.

Young Master Mo leaned out of the car window: "Uncle Liang, what's wrong?"

Liang Fangwu was silent for a moment before speaking: "There are rats."

Young Master Mo waved his hand: "Uncle Liang, you can handle this."

He stepped on the gas, and the military vehicle roared out of the gate and disappeared into the night.