Chapter 553: 328: Sorry

Chapter 553: Chapter 328: Sorry

The fine suit was completely ruined at this moment, its fabric now soaked in blood on one half of the upper body.

The bullet had missed the subclavian artery, so there was no scene of blood spurting out.

The real reason that the three bullets had not passed through was the density of muscle that far exceeded that of an ordinary person.

With a slight hook of the little finger, the left arm could still exert force, though it was inevitably starting to lose strength, having now entered a state of blood loss.

With a “ding,”

the right hand casually tossed the Golden Revolver on the ground, Mu Fan didn’t even glance at his wound before exposing the blurred mess of flesh and blood to everyone present.

Ironically, this was the very scene that sent a chill down the spines of the criminals, for the three bullets were still embedded in his body!

The youth hadn’t even bent his waist once.

Didn’t it hurt?

The sweat beads dripping down the side of the young man’s forehead were testament enough to the pain he must have been feeling.

But he didn’t bend over!

He didn’t scream in pain!

Not even a single frown crossed his face!

Mu Fan stared at Donatello, whose pupils had already shrunk to pinpoints, “Three shots… I’m done.”

Wang Nuonuo sat limply in her chair, no longer able to weep.

Tears fell from her eyes like pearls strung on a thread, dropping heavily.

She now deeply regretted not mentioning her decision to transfer 15% of the shares to Mu Fan before coming here…

She was really too naive and too foolish.

Reality had taught her a bloody lesson.

And that lesson was Mu Fan, now starting to show a tinge of paleness on his face.

The adult’s smile was as warm as ever, but Wang Nuonuo felt her heart aching intensely.

Her heart felt as if it were being tightly clutched, about to suffocate.

Tears clouded her large eyes, distorting the world in front of her.

Donatello, watching Mu Fan hurt himself so badly, clicked his tongue, then glanced around and broke into a smile.

“What if I change my mind? Wouldn’t it be just right to catch you now?”

As soon as these words were spoken, even Gaoling Ze felt a chill in his heart; this was simply inhumane…

It was as if Gaoling Ze was seeing Donatello in a whole new light, now contemplating whether he too could be played by the other party.

The whole room fell silent, looking at Donatello who had just spoken, then back to Mu Fan, whose shoulder continued to gush blood.

“I can guarantee you’ll definitely die,” Mu Fan pronounced every word deliberately, his eyes sharp as blades!

The deeper second meaning of those last words was known only to him.

Mu Fan now was truly the lone wolf cornered in desperate straits.

And it was in such a state that a wild beast was the most ferocious!

“I’ve got so many people here now, you’re injured, and you didn’t seem to have breached their defenses just now,” Donatello taunted with a smirk on his lips.

“You can try…”

Mu Fan’s eyes were shrouded in a true shade of blood as his body slowly arched.

Surging killing intent was fully aroused, putting the two men in front of him on high alert, adopting defensive stances.

Even though the young man in front of them had been incapacitated in one arm, the overwhelming killing intent that surged like the sea made their hairs stand on end!

He actually dared to unleash such unabashed killing intent under the aim of so many firearms!

In that instant, Donatello’s eyebrows uncontrollably twitched twice, and he pretended to look down at the ground to suppress this abnormal display.

“I said it, so naturally, I mean it.”

Donatello’s face displayed a wicked smile, put away the knife in his hand, and then waved his hand.

“Let Miss Nuonuo go.”

The two confidants watching over Wang Nuonuo exchanged glances, not understanding their master’s actions but faithfully carried out the order nonetheless.

Behind them, in the one-way glass room, Lin Wu’s eyes revealed an interested expression.

With this move, Donatello’s actions had finally become somewhat interesting.

He didn’t believe that the venomous snake would end things like this; finishing without a bite was never the sinister style of the Tang family’s young master.

Gaoling Ze, without such deep scheming, looked disbelievingly toward Donatello.

Was this the end of it?

Mu Fan was somewhat surprised by the decisiveness of the other party, but when he saw Nuonuo stand up with the ropes around her body being untied and sprint towards him, he had no choice but to believe it.

Wang Nuonuo’s limbs bore several marks that were still oozing beads of blood, which were already a tremendous injury for the little princess who had been pampered since childhood.

But at this moment, from the time she stood up to the moment she ran to Mu Fan, her eyes did not linger on her wounds for even half a second, as large, scalding tears fell from her eyes.

Her gaze was fixed on the bloody, mangled mess before her, a large hole torn through the dark suit on the left shoulder, now indistinguishable from the wound.

Yet the youth’s gaze towards her was gentle and warm, his voice as quiet as ever,

“I’m sorry… I really liked this suit, but now I’ve torn it.”

Nuonuo’s face, with eyes red from crying, looked up at Mu Fan, biting her lip until a bead of blood seeped out, and as she heard Mu Fan’s seemingly absurd words, the last of her strong facade crumbled.

At this moment, Wang Nuonuo looked up at Mu Fan, and her tears burst forth like a heavy rain.

Mu Fan smiled and patted Nuonuo’s shoulder, signaling her to stand behind him.

He was now trying hard to control his muscles and keep the wound closed.

It was his extraordinary physical condition that allowed him to still stand until now!

His gaze returned to Donatello; now that Nuonuo had been released, would the other party let him leave just like that?

Mu Fan’s eyes turned cold again.

Donatello’s face now wore a slightly eerie smile, and after locking eyes with Mu Fan, he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

“You might not know, but I never intended to harm Miss Nuonuo… After all, Colonel Wang Lingfeng is a star figure in the General Staff Department. So, actually… even if you hadn’t fired, I would have let you go. At most, we would have had to chat for a few more hours.”

“I said from the start, I am very merciful. How about it? Isn’t it true, isn’t it so, disabled student Ding Chuan, powerful Mechanical Master sir? Ha ha ha ha.”

Ha ha ha ha!

The deranged laughter echoed throughout the entire warehouse.

Gaoling Ze felt a bucket of cold water pour down from head to toe, drenching him as he finally saw Donatello clearly.

This wasn’t just a venomous snake; this motherfucker was a complete pervert!

An utterly deranged madman!

From beginning to end, Donatello had been toying with the two of them in the cruelest way possible, twisting the youth’s so-called pride in his hands.

With a slight tilt of his head, Donatello looked mockingly at Mu Fan through narrowed eyes, “Now, you two may go.”

He eagerly awaited the reaction from the two opposite him, especially from the youth Mu Fan who always carried an inexplicable arrogance.

From beginning to end, he felt revulsion towards such self-righteousness.

Heh, now you have become the burden. Would the little princess of Loki Heavy Industry save you or her own company?

Could she… manage that?

Tsk tsk.

Wang Nuonuo, with her head bowed, let her tears drip steadily onto the floor, her body trembling uncontrollably.

She felt a cold that penetrated from the outside in.

What was her worth now?

Was it to hurt those around her over and over again…?

But then, a warm hand rested on her trembling shoulders.

Wang Nuonuo looked up in surprise.

Mu Fan did not display the disappointment, anger, or resentment that Donatello had imagined on his face; what he showed was complete calmness and indifference.

His indifferent gaze only met Donatello’s for a second before he lowered his eyelids, turned around, and wrapped his arms around Wang Nuonuo’s trembling shoulders.

Then he saw his own reflection in the girl’s swollen red eyes.

“Don’t cry.”

“Nuonuo, we’re going home.”

Wang Nuonuo looked at Mu Fan, bit her lip tightly, and hurried to support Mu Fan, nodding vigorously.

Neither of them looked back at the demonic pervert behind them.

Nor did they pay any attention to the hundreds of armed thugs in the room.

Together, they helped each other walking step by step, passing slowly through the armed crowd, and then they walked out the door, leaving behind two desolate silhouettes.

Wang Nuonuo, supporting Mu Fan, only felt a warm, sticky sensation in her hands as she watched his ghastly wounds and struggled to keep her palms from trembling.

Behind them, the large door slowly closed.

At this moment, Mu Fan lifted his eyelids, gazing into the pitch-black distance.

An ice-cold, soul-chilling aura began to permeate his eyes.

The threads of murderous intent were unmistakable!