Transmigrated into a female-oriented novel, and put an end to the domineering CEOs all over the city

Mo Yan's private plane arrived in Xunhui City in the early hours of the morning.

The night wind swept in from the end of the tarmac, carrying a smell of weeds and engine oil mixed together.

As the gangway was lowered, Mo Yan, carrying the long black coat in one hand and wearing only a dark gray turtleneck sweater, casually put his other hand in his trouser pocket and walked down with a relaxed gait.

His face was expressionless; even the smile he usually wore was gone, leaving only a deep, unfathomable darkness behind his glasses.

The people picking them up were dressed in black suits and stood in two rows at a distance, none of them daring to make the first move.

The leader was a lean man in a sharp suit who strode forward, handing over a tablet with both hands. He kept his head bowed and spoke respectfully:

"Mr. Mo, as you instructed, all locations were in place thirty minutes ago. We have people monitoring all 15 of the target's immediate and extended family members."

Mo Yan hummed in agreement.

He reached out and handed over the coat, then took the tablet and began to gently trace names on it.

It was a map app with 15 red dots scattered across the city's streets, most of which were concentrated in the city center.

Mo Yan's lips curled slightly as he said gently, "Look, he locked my people in the manor and taught her what despair is, stroke by stroke."

"But why are his own people so...incapable of hiding themselves properly?"

The man in the lead kept his head down, unsure whether he should respond.

Mo Yan didn't seem to intend for him to take it. He turned around, facing the city lights in the distance from the helipad, handed the tablet to him, and then took his coat back from him.

He slowly put on his coat and then buttoned it up one by one.

"Bo Liang is too arrogant. He thinks that no one in Beijiang dares to touch him."

"So he never imagined that someone would turn his house upside down tonight."

As Mo Yan spoke softly, his eyes gradually turned cold: "Let's begin."

……

Bo Liang's second uncle is the vice president of the Bo Group. Tonight, he has arranged to meet two senior executives from other groups at a luxurious club for a foot massage.

After a few rounds of drinks, he got up with a flushed face and staggered to the restroom.

As soon as I turned into the corridor, the two waiters behind me and the hunched-over cleaner pushing a vacuum cleaner suddenly moved.

A soaking wet towel was suddenly covered over his mouth and nose from behind.

A moment later, the second uncle of the Bo family, who had completely lost consciousness, was dragged slowly towards the back door of the club by the three men, as if they were carrying a drunkard.

Outside the back door, a bread truck with its lights off was already waiting.

……

Bo Liang's good-for-nothing brother was in a nightclub, drunk in a booth with two young women in his arms.

The music was so loud it shook the ceiling, and the colorful lights cast a play of light and shadow on his face. He kissed each of his lips, his breath reeking of alcohol.

The next second, the girl on the left suddenly pulled a dagger out of her handbag, and the girl on the right simultaneously pulled a gun out of her bag.

The tip of a knife and the muzzle of a gun were pressed against his waist and his hip, respectively.

The smile on Bo Liang's face vanished instantly, and he sobered up considerably. He could only obediently be supported by the two girls as he walked stiffly out of the nightclub's back door.

Three masked men were already waiting outside. They came up and brutally knocked the man down, stuffing him into the bread cart.

……

Bo Liang's father, the founder of the Bo Group, is currently holed up in his mistress's apartment.

Wearing pajamas and reading glasses, he held a tablet and looked at a stock that had been down for several months.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

The young lover peeked at the video doorbell and saw two men standing outside: Manager Wang, a familiar face, and the electrician, whom she had also met a few times.

She breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and nodded to Mr. Bo on the sofa, indicating that the problem was minor, then pressed the call button and asked, "What's up, Manager Wang?"

Manager Wang smiled憨厚ly in the video and said, "Ms. Liu, the downstairs resident reported that there is water leakage in the bathroom ceiling and wants to come in to check the water pipes."

The young mistress glanced at Mr. Bo again, and seeing that he nodded, she opened the door.

Two men walked in one after the other, and Manager Wang politely said, "Excuse me."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a group of masked men in black rushed out of the fire escape.

They first subdued the young mistress, then two of them pinned Bo's father to the ground and pressed a towel that smelled of medicine directly onto him.

Apart from that very short whimper at the very beginning, there was no other decent noise coming from the entire apartment.

During this process, Manager Wang and the electrician simply stood quietly by and watched.

After a group of people escorted two people out of the apartment, one of the leaders approached Manager Wang, speaking in a friendly tone:

"Five hundred thousand each, has already been transferred to your accounts. Mr. Mo suggests that you go to the market and hide for a while. The police here won't dare to pursue you."

After saying that, he turned and left, his footsteps echoing a few times in the empty hallway before disappearing.

That night, similar scenes played out in different parts of Xunhui City.

Someone was sleeping in their own home with the blanket over their head when the power suddenly tripped in the entire building. Then, the lock cylinder of the door was turned on with a tool, and a group of people silently sneaked in and pinned the person to the bed.

Before someone even reached their car, two people suddenly appeared behind them and grabbed their heads.

The group wore masks and gloves throughout the entire process, and all the cars they drove had fake license plates.

All the teams that succeeded would arrive at the outskirts of Xunhui City at the agreed time, then push the car into the lake and watch it slowly sink.

Afterwards, each carrying their own goal, they turned around and walked away quickly in different directions, heading towards areas without surveillance.

As dawn approached, messages began to arrive one by one.

Fifteen red dots disappeared one by one from the map, as if someone had gently erased them with an eraser.

Mo Yan sat in the car with his eyes closed, not opening them at all.

Mo Yan already knew that the Bo Group was the mastermind behind the Xunhui Market Auction House.

However, there was one crucial problem he hadn't been able to solve: he didn't know where his cat was.

It could be at an auction house, at the Bo family estate, or somewhere even more remote.

He can't gamble, because he only has one chance to act.

If this attempt fails, the Bo Group will definitely be on high alert.

At that time, his cat will be moved overnight and hidden in a cage that he may never find again.

The Bo family will also lay layer upon layer of nets in Xunhui City, waiting for him to walk right into them.

That's why he kept that group of people in check, while sending Lu Jingxiu to test the waters.

Because he knew that Lu Jingxiu had that ridiculous sense of justice, and would definitely investigate and help him solve this problem.

Lu Jingxiu did not disappoint him, directly showing him the video and confirming that Miaomiao was in the Bo family manor.

Now that the location was confirmed, Mo Yan didn't want to wait any longer. As for seeking official support from Ash City...

To be honest, he didn't have a solution yet, but he couldn't care less about anything else.

The moment the private jet changed course, the little man inside him, who had been calm for so many years, could no longer stop the other self that was about to break down.

He just wanted to retrieve his own moon from someone else's pond.