Chapter 705

e follows her subjective preferences, she definitely won't become popular."I thought you had a prototype. The clothes from the latest Early Summer theme really suit you," Mo Chen objectively commented...Chapter 705

Moxiao Bai was driving a small cruise ship, while the other party had two-deck luxury cruises. This impact force would definitely be much weaker. At that moment, he didn't think too much; his only thought was not letting him go, whether it was because of an illusion or mistaken identity, in any case, he couldn’t let him leave. In this year alone, he had already been at the brink of collapse, especially today. The other party seemed to want to leave, how could Moxiao Bai allow them to get away He recklessly charged forward without regard for danger, causing the luxury cruise ship to tilt slightly. He crashed into a railing and became disoriented...

Suddenly, four burly men appeared on the opponent's cruise ship, each holding different types of rifles, continuously firing non-stop. The shots hit the cruise ship like autumn leaves in the wind, showing no mercy. Moxiao Bai felt an anger rise within him. Could it be that the boss really wanted to take his life No, this was absolutely impossible. In the midst of all the intense gunfire, Moxiao Bai became even more determined to see through the situation.

Even if he wasn't the boss, he had to figure out what was going on; he couldn’t leave things unclear and unresolved like this.

Moxiao Bai abandoned his cruise ship, feeling a sense of regret over the millions spent on it. But then he thought again—compared to fighting for his life with his brother, how many cruise ships could be considered insignificant Moxiao Bai jumped into the sea, and finally, the gunfire ceased. He used ropes to climb onto that luxurious cruise ship. As soon as he climbed up, two revolvers were pointed at him. Though drenched in water, Moxiao Bai's eyes remained clear and bright. On the deck, there were more than ten burly men, each fully equipped. Moxiao Bai roughly estimated that it was a considerable criminal organization, one with substantial wealth as their equipment matched those of specialized task forces from terrorist organizations.

With strangers intruding, there naturally arose disturbances on board. More burly men came out from the cabins. Moxiao Bai raised his hands to signal he wasn't armed; only then did he realize how reckless his actions had been. Unlike Mo Yao with lightning-fast speed who could evade bullets, he was just an ordinary person with flesh and blood. His impulsive action led him to be threatened by a revolver.

Another group of people emerged from the ship. Among them, a man in casual clothes and long hair seemed to be their leader, laughing wickedly—charming yet sinister, his lips slightly upturned, conveying admiration: "Although I appreciate your courage, before you die, let me ask who you are."

Moxiao Bai had no intention of answering him. The long-haired man chuckled: "You're quite bold, daring to ignore the words of Grandpa Zhen." He snatched a gun and aimed it directly at Moxiao Bai.

Moxiao Bai showed no fear; after all, he was not an ordinary person. Having experienced the terrifying conditions in prison, nothing could faze him—not even the empty threat from a pistol. Seeing that Moxiao Bai wasn't afraid, the long-haired man found it uninteresting and tossed the gun aside as if it were bacteria.

"Really impolite!" The long-haired man complained.

Moxiao Bai's gaze quickly scanned over the people on the deck. He didn’t find Mo Yao or the masked man who had appeared earlier. Moxiao Bai wondered to himself: Could it be that he was really seeing things, or was it all an illusion

As he thought this, two men in black with pistols aimed at him emerged on the second-floor deck. They used the legendary M1911 pistol. Moxiao Bai felt a chill run down his spine but then became relieved, because from within the cabin came two people walking up. The one leading was a woman with deep-set features, raven-black hair and piercing blue eyes. She wasn’t very old, her long hair tied high, wearing a light blue vest and tight jeans; she looked neat and tidy. What excited Moxiao Bai most was the person beside her—the familiar figure almost made him tear up instantly. Unfortunately, he wore a golden mask, preventing Moxiao Bai from seeing his face. However, no matter how he looked, this was definitely someone he knew well—his brother. Even if they resembled each other so closely, Moxiao Bai wouldn't believe there could be such similar people.

The woman clearly was the owner of the cruise ship; her cold and beautiful face showed a hint of anger as she asked, "Who are you"

Mosai didn't pay attention to her and instead pointed at the man behind her and asked, "Who is he"

The woman sneered but seemed not bothered by Mosai's rudeness. "Gold, my bodyguard."

Mosai looked at Mo Yao; apart from those familiar pitch-black eyes, everything else was a blur to him. Wasn't this person Mo Yao If it were his brother, why wouldn’t he react when seeing him Why… Mosai found himself extremely confused. Had he made a mistake

The woman impatiently asked, "State your purpose or I’ll take you for a spy sent by the Silver Palace. Don't talk and I won’t treat you kindly." With her gaze sweeping over everyone present, all of them aimed their guns at Mosai.

The man with long hair suddenly chuckled and said, “Princess First, don’t be so rough, be gentle.”

She sneered as she looked at him. "Don't you have an fiancée"

Mosai had originally wanted to say that the man would feel awkward but was surprised by his shamelessness, which lowered his standards for human behavior. The long-haired man chuckled and replied, “It’s fine.”

The woman's face turned pale as she pointed a gun at him. "Do you believe I won’t shoot first"

The long-haired man hastily raised his hands to show that he was only joking and didn't expect her to take it seriously. The woman’s expression softened slightly, much to the man's relief.

The woman coldly swept a glance at Mosai and said, "No matter who he is, you won’t be getting off this ship today."

Mosai smiled faintly as he pointed to the masked man and asked, “Can I see his face”

"No." The woman refused outright.

Moj Bai said, "I am not the spy you mentioned. I am a Roman. His figure resembles my brother very much; I want to see if it’s him."

The woman frowned and suddenly let out an elegant laugh, crossing her arms as she stepped aside, "If you want to see his face, that's fine. Use your abilities, Jin, fight with him to the death!"

The long-haired man closed his eyes, full of感慨,"A wicked woman’s heart is truly venomous; can you really bear it for such a handsome person"

The woman said coolly, "He's too eye-catching."

Jin walked out steadily and stood less than three meters away from Moj Bai. Moj Bai was exceptionally excited even though he did not know whether that man was his brother; however, he felt intuitively that it must be.

Because of the air's aura, the unique smell on Miao Yao’s body, this familiar figure all pointed to him being his brother.

"Brother..." Moj Bai frowned. The masked man did not speak; the woman impatiently said, "I give you two choices: either swallow a bullet and feed sharks or fight Jin right now."

Moj Bai shot an icy gaze at the woman who met it head-on but grew more impatient. Suddenly, Moj Bai made his move aiming for Miao Yao's shoulder; he was certain that Miao Yao would not hurt him. Tragically, this time Moj Bai’s instinct was wrong—the man grabbed his arm and threw him onto the deck.

Fierce, accurate!

No mercy shown, Moj Bai held back on force because of his consideration for the other party, hence did not hit hard nor guard himself well. He suddenly got thrown like that, everything spinning; luckily he reacted in time and dodged when the attack came.

Moj Bai looked at Miao Yao in disbelief, unable to believe that Miao Yao would actually strike him. Could it really be that he’s not his brother

The long-haired man said, "You're too weak. Even a single move from Jin would be more than you can handle. You'd better jump into the sea and escape; maybe there's still a chance for survival. It would be such a pity if you die."

Mosai小白 pursed his lips and swung his fist, but the man dodged, and they exchanged blows on the deck. Mosai小白’s boxing and kicking skills were considered among the bottom ranks in their circle, but outside of it, he was at the top. He definitely had the style of a boxing king, so the two fought fiercely on the deck, each one attacking and defending.

One person can remember another's aura most profoundly; even after a year, Mosai小白 still remembered this aura well—it was his brother's. He was almost 90% sure that it was Mo Yao.

However, when Mosai小白 was distracted for an instant, the man twisted his arm so forcefully that it nearly broke. The method and strength used were very powerful; when Mosai小白 snapped out of his trance, he turned his wrist to follow the direction, saving his arm in time.

He looked at Mo Yao in shock, not understanding why he was being so ruthless. He felt lucky that their boxing skills came from the same master, so they both knew how to break free from such a situation.

If not, when he wasn't paying attention, his arm would definitely have been broken.

The man looked surprised when Mosai小白 escaped and quickly shot his fingers toward Mosai小白’s throat. His speed was so odd that it seemed impossible for Bai to avoid; this was the unique speed of Mo Yao and Eleven.

Bai couldn’t dodge, so he could only watch as the man's five fingers closed in on his throat. Mosai小白 looked at him pitifully, tears welling up in his eyes. "Brother…"

Do you really want to kill me

Just as the man was about to grasp Bai’s throat and twist it, he suddenly clenched his fist and punched him right in the chest. Mosai小白 stumbled backward and collided with a ship pole, causing a dull and massive impact. His blood surged upward, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Due to his speed, everyone was too stunned to react; even Bai himself didn't notice… Mosai小白 tried hard to suppress the surging blood in his chest as more fresh blood seeped from the corner of his lips. Unable to straighten up, he coughed violently, and his throat ached intensely. He looked at the man standing before him, towering over him with an imperial aura that was just like before—no difference—but there was no affection in his eyes.ils of victory before him and cheerfully took the chips to exchange for money. He received fifty thousand dollars, leaving the rest as a tip for the attendant, and laughed arrogantly, "This is your ge...