Chapter 129 - The Mafia King Gives A Choice (1)

At the dark and gloomy base that smelled of blood and violence, Wei stepped in with Fu Renshu. The guards respectfully bowed. With every step that Wei took, the temperature dropped even further and the atmosphere turned frosty. At the far end, Wei saw Mo Huojin tied to the poles with his wrists cuffed to them.

The floor below him was stained with blood that dribbled down his face and arms. There were deep bruises and cuts on his face, chest and arms. His breathing was so slow as if every breath carried an insurmountable pain. His skin had almost turned blue by all the torture that he was subjected to.

Mo Huojin's ears twitched as he heard someone's light steps walking towards him. His eyelids fluttered, and it took a few moments to adjust his focus. The blurry image before got clearer, and he saw someone's feet.

He tiredly chuckled. "Haha...here to torture me... again? You are wasting...time.." his chest slightly heaved up and down in breathlessness. "You will... never know anything from me.."

"I wonder about that."

Silence.

Mo Huojin's gaze narrowed, hearing the familiar and quiet voice of a certain Mafia King. He raised his head, and his sight traced the regal figure of Wei standing before him and looking back at him expressionlessly. His imposing aura filled the atmosphere into a complete standstill.

His lips broke into a small, dry smile. "Ah the Mafia King...is here. What brings you...to me? Your questions will have...no answers."

Wei glanced at one of his underlings. At his signal, he quickly uncuffed Mo Huojin. He collapsed on his knees, but he didn't show any sign of weakness in front of Wei. He challenged Wei's gaze, undeterred.

Wei paused to gather his thoughts. He parted his lips to say, "Lihua is my wife now."

Mo Huojin's eyes flew open as he stared at him, dumbfounded. His sudden reaction shot a sharp pain in his body, but he ignored it.

"What? Your wife?"

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"Indeed."

Being the cop he was that had undergone rigorous training, his mind instantly thought of all the possible scenarios that might have led to this situation. It was clear that Lihua liked him and with the way Wei trapped him here out of jealousy, his feelings were out in the open too.

But a marriage out of the blue?

Wei didn't strike him as a man who would force Lihua. It was strange. He was the Mafia King and as such, he held power to do anything he wanted. Forcing Lihua was a piece of cake. But he knew he wouldn't do that. Even though Wei was jealous of him, he didn't stop Lihua from approaching him. Instead, he kidnapped Mo Huojin.

It showed that he didn't want Lihua to start disliking him or finding him unreasonable.

Mo Huojin narrowed his eyes. "What did you do to make her suddenly marry you?"

"It's none of your concern," Wei tilted his head. His dark eyes bore into Mo Huojin.

He sneered. "Then why did you inform me? Do you want me.." he coughed, "to congratulate you? Tell me, Mafia King. Did she marry you knowing that you have done something to Song Jia?"

Silence.

The mention of Song Jia didn't even bring a single twitch in his blank and empty gaze.

A wry smile faintly curled his lips. "Song Jia...she is dead, isn't she?"

Wei kept quiet. He neither agreed or denied. But Mo Huojin got his answer anyway. Immediately, his heart was filled with anguish. Song Jia was his comrade and no matter how much they bantered, they shared a close bond as buddies. From the moment Wei's men began to torture him, he faintly started to think that she might not be alive at all. He was suddenly getting beaten because perhaps, the Mafia King feared something.

His gaze dimmed as a pang of sadness enveloped his heart. They lost such a strong and fearless woman who was ready to die for her country's sake and she did. Along with sadness, inexplicable hatred and fury bubbled inside him. He killed one sister and married another, hiding the earth-shattering truth.

"Do you really...see a happy future with Lihua?"

Wei's long and beautiful eyelashes ever so lightly trembled. His provocation didn't affect him, but his question shook Wei to his core.

"She married you. That means...she doesn't know the truth. Of course you.." he took a sharp breath, fighting the pain, "hid it from her. For how long though?"

In the face of threat, Wei still remained calm. "Who is the other agent?"

Mo Huojin laughed. "What's wrong Mafia King? You are... invincible, aren't you? Can you not...find it on your own?"

"I can. I simply thought it would save time if I ask you."

"And you think I will... reveal it just like that?"

"You will. Because I am giving you a choice."

Mo Huojin looked at him in hatred and disdain. "No matter what choice you give me...my answer won't change. I... don't know anything. Even if I," he coughed, "knew.. I wouldn't let one more of...my comrade fall into your hands... only to die."

The poise and elegance with which Wei spoke could send a deadly shiver across anybody's smile. Even without any words spoken, Fu Renshu understood and went away.

A minute later, Mo Huojin heard someone's muffled struggles and protest. From a distance, he saw a figure of a young woman dragged in the base. He blankly stared at her before his eyes slowly widened in horror.

"Hi-Hina.."

In another room separated by a glass window, Fu Renshu brought the woman in the front, whose eyes and mouth was covered and gagged with a cloth. The piece of cloth around her eyes was stained and wet with tears as they continuously streamed down her cheeks. Her figure was shaking and trembling.

Mo Huojin recognized the pale figure of his younger sister, Mo Hina. As if a volcano erupted with a full blast, Mo Huojin roared akin to a tiger. "Jiang Wei! How dare you kidnap my sister!"