Chapter 574, This is her turf (First Update)

Asheng’s girlfriend?

And she’s no longer in this world?

Did he hear wrong, or had Ji Mingqian drunk too much?

Li Mochan shifted his gaze, his thin lips parted slightly, his voice crisp and clear, "Who told you that?"

"Why don’t you first tell me if it’s true or not," Ji Mingqian said.

Li Mochan took a sip of his drink, "Not sure."

Hearing this, Ji Mingqian looked at him with a hint of disdain; as the guy’s cousin, he didn’t even know, and yet he had the nerve to say so.

Li Mochan snorted coldly, glancing at him indifferently, "What’s it to you if Asheng has a girlfriend or not, are you planning to play matchmaker for him?"

Ji Mingqian was at a loss for words, "I ..."

After struggling to form a response for quite some time, he said in frustration, "Can’t I just ask out of curiosity?"

Having said that, he picked up his glass and guzzled down the drink, forcibly suppressing the irritation at the bottom of his heart.

...

The night was silent, and the clear moonlight stretched the faint shadows on the walls.

Two figures sneaked out from the underground garage, one after the other, pushing a motorcycle.

Their cautious demeanor seemed to betray a thief’s guilt.

Having pushed the motorcycle a good distance away, Ye Jiuliang mounted it with a long leg, sitting comfortably on the bike.

She looked back at Gu Xinuo and handed her the helmet, "Anuo, hurry up."

If they were discovered, the fun would be over.

Gu Xinuo squinted her eyes as she smiled, took the helmet, and wore it with smooth, practiced movements.

She sat behind on the motorcycle, wrapping her arms around Ye Jiuliang’s waist, "Jiuliang, what do you think they’ll do when they find out we’re gone?"

"If you want to know what they’ll do, we’ll find out when we get back," Ye Jiuliang said with a smirk.

Before the sound of her voice faded, the black motorcycle shot forward like an arrow from the bow, disappearing into the dark night.

...

The MR Bar.

Thunderous electronic music set the atmosphere ablaze, while the intoxicating lights gradually numbed everyone’s hearts.

Gu Xinuo smiled faintly as she watched the young men and women jumping excitedly on the dance floor.

She shifted her gaze back to the person beside her.

Dressed in black from head to toe, even the black boots exuded a chilling ferocity.

Under the dim lights, that utterly ordinary face would be hard to notice in a crowd, but those bright, black eyes, detached and cool, irresistibly drew second glances.

Long hair was now a neat bob, obediently tucked under the brim of a hat.

Boy or girl, it was hard to tell.

Gu Xinuo chuckled, "Jiuliang, if Li Mochan were here and saw you dressed like this, he might not even recognize you."

Her cross-dressing was so convincing that sometimes even she could hardly recognize herself.

Ye Jiuliang curled her lips, her Li Mochan was very sharp-eyed, and it wouldn’t be easy to avoid his penetrating gaze.

Fingertips like tender scallions holding a bottle, she clinked it against hers, took a sip, and then clicked her tongue, "We haven’t been to this place in a while."

This bar was something Ji Mingqian had opened when he was bored, aiming to provide a place for members of the K organization to have fun since they could enjoy themselves on their own turf without worrying about too much.

"Not that long ago, just after your old man called you back to the capital," Gu Xinuo said with a light laugh.

Ye Jiuliang joined in the laughter, bringing the bottle to her lips, and quickly finished the last of the wine.

"I’m going to the restroom."

Gu Xinuo nodded, and Ye Jiuliang got up to head upstairs.

With the lighting dim, on reaching the second floor, Ye Jiuliang paused.

She furrowed her brows and cast a sidelong glance toward the terrace not far off.

Moving closer with light footsteps, the sound of labored breathing grew clearer, mixed with faint groans of pain.

Ye Jiuliang’s eyes darkened slightly as he reached out to part the silvery-gray curtains.

Lifting a corner, his profound gaze swept toward the outside of the balcony, which was desolate.

With a frown, he pushed open the glass door and stepped out with his long legs.

Suddenly, an intense killing intent approached, and a bloodied hand reached for his porcelain-white neck.

Ye Jiuliang’s cold eyes narrowed, he lifted his knee, and kicked away the man’s fist.

The man seemed to be injured; as his fist was deflected, he staggered and fell to one side.

Luckily, he reacted quickly, steadying himself on the balcony railing, otherwise, he would have taken a nasty fall.

The faint scent of blood permeated the air, and Ye Jiuliang looked up to see the man propped against the railing, collapsing to the ground.

By the faint moonlight, the wound on the man’s arm was deep enough to expose bone, and blood was dripping freely.

Ye Jiuliang recognized in a glance that it was a stab wound.

His gaze moved up, meeting the man’s deep black eyes, filled with wariness, his face covered with a mask, obscuring his features.

"What are you staring at me for?" Ye Jiuliang’s brows relaxed, a playful smile hooking at the corner of his lips.

"Get lost," the man’s voice was husky and low as he rebuked, leaning on the railing to stand up, his unsteady steps betraying his physical condition.

"Get lost?" Ye Jiuliang took a step forward, a rogue smile playing on his lips, "You’re standing on my turf, telling me to leave, are you sure?"

Hearing this, the man’s expression grew even darker, the wound on his arm still bleeding.

He eyed the youth in front of him warily; after a moment of contemplation, as if sensing no ill intentions, he let down his guard slightly.

"Can I borrow your phone to make a call?" he asked with a raspy voice.

"Why should I lend it to you?" Ye Jiuliang’s eyebrows perked up.

"Terms," the man said.

That was rather interesting, the color in Ye Jiuliang’s eyes deepened.

"How about you start with your name?"

Then he added, "Oh, and I don’t like being lied to."

The man’s eyelids drooped, silence engulfing him for a while before he spoke in an even lower tone, "Mo Yuan."

"Mo Yuan?"

Ye Jiuliang’s eyes turned a shade colder, the smile on his lips fading.

Same name as the CEO of Tengyue Group.

Tentatively, he asked, "The CEO of Tengyue Group, Mo Yuan?"

Unexpectedly, the youth recognized him, and Mo Yuan’s gaze became obscure.

He gave a barely audible hum, confirming it.

Why does he keep bumping into people from the Mo Family everywhere?

He’d only just arrived in Country Y and had already run into Mo Chen’s father.

To save or not to save, that was the question, Ye Jiuliang pursed his lips.

The dizziness was growing, he couldn’t wait for her to ponder slowly, Mo Yuan urged, "Lend me your phone, name any condition."

"Any condition?" Ye Jiuliang smiled suavely, if he knew who she was, he probably wouldn’t say that.

But according to the information from Aqian, Mo Yuan was quite well-regarded in the business world.

For Mo Chen’s sake, why not do him a slightly reluctant favor; plus, she’d get a condition out of it for free.

It wasn’t a bad deal.

Ye Jiuliang spoke in a lukewarm tone, "Just remember what you said, or the next one to hunt you down might be me."

With those words, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a phone, and handed it to Mo Yuan.

Mo Yuan took the phone, dialed a number, and made the call.

It wasn’t long before the call was answered.

Without much explanation, he dropped a sentence, his voice weak, "mr Bar, come quickly."

After hanging up, he returned the phone to Ye Jiuliang, "Thanks."