The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife-Chapter 487: The Ice-Cold Authority

Fāng Jiāqí pulled the Vermilion Bird’s hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn’t want to provoke Mò Yáo and whispered softly into the Vermilion Bird’s ear, "Let’s go."

The Vermilion Bird was an old-timer in the First Terror Organization. Except for a few specific people, everyone treated her with respect. She held some authority both internally and externally; it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say she could command attention. To be so looked down upon in her own territory, and with the First Terror Organization having been in chaos for days because of Wushuang, the Vermilion Bird was already filled with resentment. "Why should I be afraid of him!"

She looked at Mò Yáo. "You are the Mafia Godfather, yes, but this is London, not your territory. You are not a member of the First Terror Organization. At best, you are merely our guest. We are discussing our own matters. Whatever we are saying, it is not your place to interfere."

Fāng Jiāqí was increasingly distressed. She couldn’t persuade her to leave. Mò Yáo gave a cold laugh. "A guest? Are you the host?"

The Vermilion Bird sneered. "Whether I am the host or not, the affairs of the First Terror Organization are none of your concern. We have had enough of the trouble Mò Wushuang has caused. She is your sister; you should talk to her, and tell her to stop clinging to Nánfēng... Ah..."

Before the Vermilion Bird could finish, Mò Yáo’s figure moved like a phantom. His hands, which had been clasped behind his back, suddenly moved. He grabbed the Vermilion Bird’s neck. She let out a scream. Mò Yáo’s speed was far beyond the Vermilion Bird’s ability to match. She was being arrogant, trying to suppress Mò Yáo’s imposing manner, but she never expected him to suddenly strike. Her neck was clutched, making breathing difficult. She suddenly extended her leg to kick Mò Yáo. Mò Yáo used his other hand to grab her knee, twisting it hard...

"Ah..." The Vermilion Bird screamed. The sound of bone snapping was clearly heard by everyone. Fāng Jiāqí was horrified and pleaded with Mò Yáo to let go. The Vermilion Bird was already close to fainting, her face pale, completely drained of color. Her right knee was utterly shattered by Mò Yáo, whose methods were incredibly cruel and cold-blooded. Fāng Jiāqí broke out in a cold sweat, nearly crying out. Having no choice, she pulled out her gun. Mò Yáo’s movements were even faster. His silver gun came out, and he fired a shot without blinking. The bullet grazed Fāng Jiāqí’s right arm, tearing her white robe, and also stunned her.

For the first time in history, someone had fired a gun on the First Terror Organization’s territory.

Aside from their own people, no one had ever dared to be so reckless on their ground, not only breaking a leader’s leg but also shooting at their future madam. This was the main courtyard, and the gunshot was particularly distinct. Everyone froze.

Those in the underground lab couldn’t hear, but those in the above-ground lab heard it. They stopped their work, looking at each other in confusion.

"What’s going on?"

"Could the London police have arrived?"

"How could that be? Maybe someone’s gun misfired."

They preferred to believe a gun misfired than to believe anyone would dare to fire a gun here.

In the hospital room, Xiǎobái, Ghost Face, and Chǔchǔ were extremely surprised. Mò Xiǎobái told Ghost Face to stay, and he and Chǔchǔ rushed out. When they arrived, the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Black Tortoise, and Zhōu Mùhán were all there, along with some researchers, top assassins, and intelligence agents. Everyone who was at the headquarters at that time had rushed over, but no one dared to point a gun at Mò Yáo.

The entire scene was silent!

Chǔchǔ and Mò Xiǎobái were also very surprised. Mò Yáo was gripping the Vermilion Bird’s neck. He was much taller than the Vermilion Bird, holding her hand up and lifting her off the ground, essentially holding her in the air. The barrel of his other hand’s gun was aimed at Fāng Jiāqí.

The man’s face was devoid of expression. The Vermilion Bird’s face was deathly pale, clearly about to faint.

Fāng Jiāqí clutched her arm. Mò Yáo’s aim was precise. The bullet tore her white robe but caused her no injury, only a burning heat, yet no blood flowed...

Mò Xiǎobái squinted at Zhōu Mùhán. Zhōu Mùhán’s face was calm and indifferent, showing little emotional fluctuation. The Azure Dragon, White Tiger, and Black Tortoise were closest to the Vermilion Bird, but they didn’t know what to do.

Mò Yáo spoke faintly to the Vermilion Bird, "Choose a way to die. I’d like to see who dares to say a word after I kill you today."

Only his indifferent voice echoed across the courtyard, chilling the hearts of everyone present like a cold wind.

He looked as if he genuinely intended to kill the Vermilion Bird.

Mò Yáo was absolutely right. Even if he killed the Vermilion Bird, who would dare to say a word? Yè Wēi and Shíyī’s authority within the First Terror Organization still held sway. The leaders of the First Terror Organization retired at 35, but the rest did not. While researchers and internal intelligence agents at the headquarters were old veterans—researchers become more valuable with age—and many assassins and agents were newcomers, a large number were still old hands. Their words carried more weight than the newcomers. Mò Yáo was Shíyī’s son. If he killed one person from the First Terror Organization, who would dare to object?

No one dared to respond. Zhōu Mùhán offered a symbolic intervention. "Mò Yáo, let it go. It was wrong for the Vermilion Bird to offend you. You’ve already broken her leg and taught her a lesson. Spare her life."

Fāng Jiāqí also pleaded, "Mr. Mò, please be merciful and let the Vermilion Bird go. She can barely breathe."

Mò Xiǎobái whistled and clapped his hands. "Big Brother, in all the years I’ve known you, this is the coolest you’ve ever been."

Everyone: "..."

Kaka arrived belatedly. Seeing the situation, he frowned and asked, "What is going on?"

Fāng Jiāqí didn’t know how to explain to Kaka. Mò Yáo was not one to offer an explanation. She could only grab Kaka’s arm. "Nánfēng, save her."

Kaka looked at Mò Yáo. "Mò Yáo, let her go."

Mò Yáo gave a cold snort, then suddenly heard a laugh. Wushuang’s smiling voice drifted over, adding a touch of seductive charm to the tension. "Big Brother, what are you doing? Don’t you think she’s dirty?"

Mò Wushuang and Mò Xiǎobái were definitely cut from the same cloth. Their words both carried a cold ruthlessness that could anger someone to death. Ghost Face was supporting Wushuang. She leaned lazily on Ghost Face, seemingly indifferent to the scene.

Mò Yáo snorted once more and casually tossed the Vermilion Bird away. Fāng Jiāqí, with tears in her eyes, rushed to help the Vermilion Bird, who had fallen into a coma. She quickly told the Black Tortoise to carry her to the infirmary and summoned several orthopedic specialists for a consultation.

Mò Xiǎobái grinned, ran over, and grasped Mò Yáo’s hand, patting it playfully. His sister said she was dirty, after all.

Zhōu Mùhán gave a look, and the others dispersed. The Azure Dragon and White Tiger also left. Mò Yáo was right; no one dared to say anything, or at least, no one dared to say it now, or openly. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Wushuang yawned. Chǔchǔ’s pink lips curled up. "Big Brother Mò, did you have to play so rough?"

Zhōu Mùhán held out his hand. Chǔchǔ placed her small hand in his.

Kaka looked at Wushuang.