Mo Wenjie smiled and nodded!
Mercedes Business continued to drive towards Han family villa.
Mo Wenjie looked at the back of the car and told the driver to speed up and head to the suburbs.
The driver accelerated without hesitation, heading towards the suburbs.
A pickup truck quickly followed from behind.
In Mo Wenjie's spirit, he clearly felt that there was a sniper in the backseat of the off-road vehicle, with the sniper rifle propped up against the back of the front passenger seat.
The Mercedes-Benz business car arrived at an unmanned area in the suburbs.
Mo Wenjie told the driver to pull over and instructed the people in the car to stay inside.
He gets out of the car and walks towards the SUV behind.
The off-road vehicle came to a stop about 150 meters away from Mo Wenjie.
The black driver looked at Mo Wenjie. Is Hans, this Dragon country kid, an idiot? Standing here as your target? Stupid Dragon people. They have no idea how powerful the assassination organization is. One shot to the head is too boring. Let's play around with this kid first and then kill him. The target is in the Mercedes business car anyway.
Hans nodded excitedly. Paul, your idea is good. Let's get out and play with this kid for a while.
Guan Yuting witnessed Mo Wenjie catch a bullet with his bare hands. She was worried about his safety in the process.
Han Zhenjun and his two granddaughters watched through the back window as Mo Wenjie faced two killers, one holding a sniper rifle and the other holding a desert eagle, they couldn't help but worry about him.
Paul looked at Mo Wenjie with an air of supreme confidence. You Dragon country kid, aren't you afraid to die? Losing your life for a person who has nothing to do with you, isn't that a waste?
Hans was even more arrogant, Paul, let's see who is better at shooting?
Paul nodded and agreed with Han's suggestion. Let's each shoot one shot. Whoever can break his arm wins. If I lose, I'll pay you one million.
Hans said with full confidence, Then you can start transferring the money to me!
Han Zhenjun and his two granddaughters were scared out of their minds. They secretly blamed Mo Wenjie for being too self-confident. In such a situation, what could he do? Knowing there were killers behind him, it would have been better if the driver had just driven straight to the villa. Now, not only would you die, but everyone else would die with you. It's all your fault that we died.
Guan Yuting saw Mo Wenjie standing still, she also got anxious and got out of the car to run to his side.
Mo Wenjie saw Guan Yuting running over, "What are you doing coming here? Go back to the car and stay there."
Guan Yuting cut off his words decisively: "I want to fight side by side with you."
Mo Wenjie hasn't spoken yet.
Hans saw Guan Yuting was so excited and thought, "Killing this kid and taking this girl away, the one who wins the shooting contest gets the girl."
Guan Yuting's face was filled with anger. "I am his woman. You all dared to have such thoughts, you all deserve to die today."
Paul laughed and looked at Mo Wenjie, "She's your woman. You're a lucky guy, but after today, she's going to be my woman."
Hans glanced at Guan Yuting and said to Paul, "You're full of it. She can only be my woman."
Paul laughed and said, "Let's first take care of this kid, and then discuss the ownership of this girl."
Guan Yuting was furious and shouted, "Damn it! I've told you all, I am his woman. Not just in this life, but in the next life as well."
Paul and Hans fired simultaneously, with two bangs from the guns, two bullets flew towards Mo Wenjie's left and right shoulders. To others, the bullets were moving too fast.
In Mo Wenjie's eyes, the bullet speed was still too slow. At a distance of half a meter from him, he extended his right hand in a continuous grab, and the two bullets lay quietly in his hand.
This scene not only shocked Paul and Hans into silence.
Han Zhenjun and his two granddaughters were also shocked and confused.
Hans muttered to himself, "Impossible! It must be a hallucination. I've never heard of anyone being able to catch bullets with their bare hands. But today, I've seen it with my own eyes. Is this really alive?"
Mo Wenjie said in a calm voice: "Bullets are quite expensive, and cannot be wasted carelessly. I will return them to you!" He waved his hand casually, and only heard two cries of pain. Paul and Hans' arms each fell off.
The three members of the Han family, the grandfather and his two granddaughters, looked at Mo Wenjie with wide-eyed astonishment. This time, it was something they had seen with their own eyes! He was too powerful—catching bullets with his bare hands. They had seen magicians perform magic tricks before, but these were real bullets! It was unimaginable. There were such powerful people in the Dragon Country; why would they be afraid of dark forces!
Mo Wenjie walked to Hans' side and said, "Tell me why you are chasing after Han Zhenjun. Where is your organization? How many members do you have?"
Hans gritted his teeth through the excruciating pain, "We will never betray our organization. If you want to kill us, go ahead!"
Mo Wenjie chuckled, "Killing you is too easy. I don't want you to die so quickly. I still want to get some intelligence information. If you die, where will I get the information from?"
Hans and Paul's faces turned ashen upon hearing this. "This Dragon country kid is going to torture us, and we can't give him such an opportunity!"
Both of them exchanged a glance, understanding each other at once, and simultaneously bit into the poison hidden in their teeth.
Instantly, both men began to spit foam and their bodies started to twitch.
Guan Yuting saw this and was frightened into taking a few steps back, accidentally colliding with the Han sisters who were coming over.
Mo Wenjie took out a pill and put it into Hans' mouth. Soon after, Paul saw God off, while Hans met Mo Wenjie.
Hans looked at Mo Wenjie in disbelief. "How did I not die? Did the poison in my teeth lose its effect? That shouldn't be!"
Mo Wenjie looked at Hans, who was baffled. "You're probably wondering why I'm here. Let me tell you that I don't want you to die, even if Yama himself comes, it's useless. If I want you to die, even if a god comes, he can't save your life either. So just tell me the truth. What is your organization? What is your area of influence? How many members do you have? Why are you planning to kill Mr. Han?"
Hans didn't take Mo Wenjie's words seriously at all. In his heart, he ridiculed: "You can save my life, but what good does that do? I won't tell you anything, and what can you do to me?"
Mo Wenjie smiled and gave Hans a thumbs up. "You're a real tough guy. I'm starting to admire you. I hope you can hold on until the end. I won't kill you, but if you can't hold out for a while, I'm sorry, I'll have to let you go."
Hans's face was full of determination. "We dark forces have no weaklings. What means do you have? Just bring them out. If I even frown, I'm a coward."
Mo Wenjie raised his hand and sent out six silver needles, piercing the acupuncture points on Hans.
Hans laughed loudly. "Such measly methods? I'm really disappointed in you. I thought you had some supernatural skills. That's just scratching my itch."
Mo Wenjie continued to smile.
Hans suddenly stopped his arrogant shouting, his face became extremely ugly, and slowly turned from ugly to twisted. His two hands were wildly scratching his body, and his whole body was already covered in blood. He was still continuously scratching.
Han Zhenjun and his two granddaughters watched in horror at the scene, involuntarily sneaking a peek at Mo Wenjie. This was too cruel. Even when Hans was in such agony, he didn't stop, it was too terrible to watch.
The strong Hans finally couldn't hold on for a minute. "You're a devil. Please, spare me. I'll tell you everything. Just don't torture me anymore," he said, willing to be a coward.
Our headquarters of the dark force is located in the ancient Alps. There are ancient myths and legends there, as well as supreme divine powers. The Dark Lord is the son of God, and he has an invincible divine power. We, as the subjects of the Dark Lord, are willing to sacrifice our lives for him.
Mo Wenjie interrupted impatiently, "Give me the key points. Why do you want to assassinate Mr. Han? How many people do you have in Hong Kong?"
Hans continued his answer: "The dark force has fourteen people in Hong Kong. We discovered an ancient tomb in the Alps, and according to the records, it contains endless resources and treasures. The key to the ancient tomb was lost two hundred years ago, and someone recently discovered it at an auction. This key is on Mr. Han Zhenjun. We wanted to assassinate him to reclaim the key, open the tomb, and elevate our dark force to a higher level."
Upon hearing this, Han Zhenjun, his granddaughter, and Guan Yuting were all shocked. Particularly Han Zhenjun, he had no idea what the key to the ancient tomb looked like, let alone that it was on his body. He was very confused and perplexed.
Mo Wenjie had already come up with an answer. He slapped Hans to death. Such a coward is not worth keeping around, wasting food and air.
The group returned to the Han family villa.
Han Zhenjun was still in a daze. "What does the key to the ancient tomb look like? I had no idea about it," he muttered. "Probably they made a mistake. I definitely don't have any key to the ancient tomb."
Mo Wenjie saw Han Zhenjun's state and felt a bit of sympathy for him. "Don't worry, Mr. Han. If you can't remember, just don't think about it. Whether there is really a key to the ancient tomb or not, it's just a guess."
Han Zhenjun also looked at a loss. He had never seen an ancient key, yet he was being targeted by the dark forces. There was a chance it could harm his entire family. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Why would anyone assume the key to the ancient tomb is in his possession? Those who said the key was on him would meet a bad end.
Mo Wenjie looked at Han Zhenjun and asked, "Lord Han, do you have anything on you that might be the key to the ancient tomb? If there is, it could be it."
Han Zhenjun suddenly thought of something, but he shook his head. "Absolutely not," he said. "This is a family heirloom of ours. It can't be the key to the dark force's ancient tomb." He took a jade pendant from his neck and handed it to Mo Wenjie.
Mo Wenjie felt a surge of ancient and powerful energy as he took the jade pendant in his hand.
Mo Wenjie immediately understood. This jade pendant is the key to the ancient tomb they were talking about. Lord Han, this jade pendant should be the key they mentioned.
Han Zhenjun looked at Mo Wenjie in surprise. "No way! This is a jade pendant passed down from our family. It's been in my possession for who knows how many years. How can it be the key they're talking about?"
Mo Wenjie said, "Lord Han, you're not a cultivator, so you can't sense the ancient energy within this jade pendant. I can perceive it clearly. It's very possible that your ancestors, who were cultivators, happened upon the jade pendant and sensed the ancient energy within it. Not knowing what it was, they passed it down as a family heirloom to be studied by future generations who might uncover its significance!"
Han Zhenjun exclaimed, "I remember now!"
