Madam’s Awakening Shocks The Whole World
Chapter 562 - 227: The Whereabouts of the Heavenly Heart Grass_7

Chapter 562: Chapter 227: The Whereabouts of the Heavenly Heart Grass_7

Now, Mo Qianlin could only rely on himself; the Members of Mo Clan can easily capture him if they want to.

Soon, while Mo Qianlin was in his triumphant phase, the Members of Mo Clan burst in and easily apprehended the few thugs he had hired with money, then restrained him, waiting for Mo Yunchen to judge Mo Qianlin’s fate.

On the other side, Mo Yunchen somberly had Aunt Zhang and the maid taken away, endless suffering awaiting the two of them.

"You wait at home for me; I’ll be back in a while."

It was time for Mo Qianlin to deal with matters himself.

"No, I’ll go with you." How could she possibly let go of the person who harmed her child?

Mo Qianlin, she wanted him to live a life worse than death.

Mo Yunchen took a deep look at Qin Qin, knowing that she would not be at ease if she didn’t go today, so he took her hand and walked outside.

A line of cars was driving towards Mo Qianlin’s location.

After Mo Qianlin was expelled from the Mo Family, Mo Cang, remembering past affection, still left him some money, enough for the latter half of his life, but Mo Qianlin, who had lived a life of luxury for the first half of his life, simply couldn’t adapt to such a life now. In the past few months, he had thought about hiring an assassin, but the price was too high, and he couldn’t afford it. Moreover, Mo Yunchen was almost never in Jingdu City because of the matter with Qin Qin, and he simply couldn’t find the opportunity for vengeance. Now the opportunity had come, and the only money he had left was enough to buy off the maid and some petty thugs.

Mo Qianlin was caught and kneeling on the ground, his expression calm. He had long expected this end; with Mo Yunchen’s ability, this day was inevitable. However, it was lucky that Mo Yunchen’s son had died; Mo Yunchen would suffer just like him.

The door was opened, and the tall figure of Mo Yunchen and the svelte silhouette of Qin Qin walked in. Mo Qianlin raised his head to look at Mo Yunchen, revealing a gloomy smile filled with a sense of triumph.

His gaze suddenly turned to Qin Qin standing beside Mo Yunchen, his eyes full of shock. Wasn’t this woman disfigured? Why was she healed? He originally wanted to mock the high and mighty Mo Yunchen for spending his life with an ugly woman. He even wanted to say this was karma, but why was this woman alright now?

Mo Qianlin didn’t know that these days, Qin Qin would try her best to cover her disfigured face with Spiritual Power during the day until only she and Mo Yunchen were left at night, when she would tiredly retract her Spiritual Power. When her Spiritual Power was recovered and her body wasn’t tired, she would again cover her disfigured face with Spiritual Power. But this method was clearly not sustainable; these few days, she even felt it was getting more difficult, indicating a severe consumption of Spiritual Power. Even if it was inexhaustible, her body couldn’t take it.

"Heh heh, Mo Yunchen, you too have this day. I also want you to taste the flavor of your son’s death. Haha, it’s unbearable, isn’t it?"

Mo Qianlin was kneeling on the ground with a cold complexion, smiling proudly.

Mo Yunchen let go of Qin Qin’s hand and looked at her, "You should leave first; it’s going to be very bloody soon!"

Qin Qin shook her head, "I won’t leave. Do you think I’d be afraid? That person who hurt my son, I can’t wait to carve him up into a thousand pieces."

"Hmm, then just sit over there."

Mo Yunchen helped Qin Qin to sit down to one side.

Then he turned around and walked towards Mo Qianlin with steady steps, his figure from above exuding a daunting and awe-inspiring presence.

"Mo... Qian... Lin!"

Mo Qianlin let out a loud laugh, "What? Grinding your teeth in rage? Are you devastated by your son’s death? That’s exactly the result I wanted."

"I’m sorry to disappoint you, but my son is unharmed. However, you’re about to have a very bad time, for I will make you wish you were dead."

He wanted those who harmed his son to wish they were never born.

"What? Impossible? How could that be? You’re lying, you must be lying, how could he be fine?"

That little bastard was clearly dead, how could he possibly be fine? If he was fine, wouldn’t all his efforts have been in vain?

Mo Qianlin yelled madly, his body restrained by several members of the Mo Clan, leaving him unable to move.

"Mo Yunchen, you must be lying to me, you’re definitely lying."

Mo Qianlin screamed heartrending cries; he didn’t believe a word Mo Yunchen said.

As Mo Qianlin yelled, he suddenly exerted force with his hands, flipping over the two clan members who were restraining him, and landing them on the ground. Mo Qianlin also knew some kung fu, but he rarely used it, which was why many were unaware of his skill.

Mo Qianlin broke free and charged at Mo Yunchen. Two gunshots rang out, and Mo Qianlin wailed as he fell to his knees, blood gushing from both of them. Across from him, Mo Yunchen held a handgun aimed at Mo Qianlin; the shots had come from him.

"Mo Yunchen, if you have the guts, kill me!"

Mo Qianlin yelled at Mo Yunchen.

Qin Qin had been watching indifferently from the side. She stood up, walked over to Mo Yunchen, and stood shoulder to shoulder with him, her beautiful eyes cold and detached.

"Why would I kill you and let you off so easily?"

Mo Yunchen walked slowly forward, stood in front of Mo Qianlin, and with a swift movement of his right hand, he grabbed and twisted Mo Qianlin’s hands, causing him to emit a pig-like scream of agony.

Before his pain subsided, a flash of cold light passed, and Mo Qianlin’s ears and nose fell to the ground. His face covered in blood, he tried to scream, but Mo Yunchen had already dislocated his jaw and cut off his tongue, silencing him.

He then ordered his men to nail Mo Qianlin to the wall with knives at six points—both hands, feet, and shoulders—draining him of blood. Mo Qianlin thought he would bleed to death, but then Qin Qin produced a bottle of medicine from nowhere, had it sprinkled over him, and soon the bleeding wounds stopped dripping blood. His expression one of terror, he regretted his actions, realizing that Mo Yunchen and Qin Qin were nothing but demons—a fact he foolishly overlooked when he provoked them.

When Mo Qianlin was barely clinging to life, nailed to the wall, Qin Qin took a pill from her space and forced it into Mo Qianlin’s mouth, making him swallow it.

Mo Qianlin glared at Qin Qin, desperately wanting to ask what she had made him ingest?

"Those eyes seem to be quite a nuisance too, let’s gouge them out later," Mo Yunchen said coldly, as Mo Qianlin struggled desperately. But the pain of moving on the knife-edge was so intense that he dared not stir, leaving him to be crucified on the wall.

Mo Qianlin didn’t struggle, but that didn’t mean Qin Qin would let him be still. The pill she had stuffed into his mouth quickly took effect, a medicine that made Mo Qianlin itch unbearably all over his body.

Mo Qianlin’s expression changed drastically as a severe itching took over him. He wanted to scratch himself with his hands, but they were ruined. Any movement of the knives nailed through his shoulders, hands, and feet whitened his face with pain, and he wanted to shout, but with his tongue severed and jaw dislocated, he couldn’t utter a word.

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