Chapter 322: Dare to Touch a Hair on Her Head

Mo Tingshen didn’t care at all about who was attacking from outside.

He was pulling Chu Yao inside when she suddenly shrugged off his hand.

“No need.”

Chu Yao glanced out the window, “I know them.”

His complexion turned coldly somber as he followed her gaze.

After the dust settled, they could gradually make out the black sedan parked outside the villa and the person standing beside the car.

His eyes suddenly sharpened.

Chu Yao let out a pleased laugh, “Worthy of being my precious treasure.

If they dare touch a hair on her, they’ll never hear the end of it from me.”

The last few sentences were directed at Mo Tingshen as she reached into the man’s pocket, fishing out a pack of cigarettes.

The lighter spun around her fingertips for a few moments before being tucked between them.

She walked outside, leisurely pulling out a cigarette and tossing the rest away carelessly.

She passed by Nan Jiaojiao without a glance from either of them.

Chu Yao bent her head to light the cigarette.

Nan Jiaojiao was fitting a silencer onto a submachine gun.

“Don’t destroy everything out of consideration for Mo Tingshen,” Chu Yao said as she propped both hands on the car and walked over its hood to sit on the roof, her legs bent, her upper body leaning forward, the elbows that propped her face resting on her knees.

She had a cigarette between her lips and chuckled softly, “At least leave a place to live in for the night.”

Upon hearing this, Nan Jiaojiao frowned, “To leave it standing?”

Chu Yao lifted her eyes slightly, “Leave it, yes.

It’ll be enough to dissuade them after one good scare, so they won’t come back.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s complexion was porcelain white, and she briefly closed her eyes before reopening them, a cold light flickering within, “Lunatic.”

Chu Yao looked at her surprisingly, then slowly broke into a smile again.

Were she, Nan Jiaojiao, and Lu Zhenzhen, not all mad?

Bullets loaded, Nan Jiaojiao fired several shots in succession, avoiding the main villa and not injuring anyone.

She focused her fire on the walls, rapidly reducing the exquisitely carved fence that Mo Li had painstakingly constructed to rubble.

Mo Tingshen stood in the corridor, his people evacuating the house’s servants.

As he reached into his pocket for a cigarette, he suddenly caught sight of the cigarette pack thrown in the front courtyard.

He looked towards Chu Yao, who was sitting on the car’s roof.

Feeling his gaze, she instinctively looked back.

Their eyes met, and she smiled coyly and alluringly as she smoked.

Her dark eyes narrowed slightly as she inhaled and widened again as she exhaled.

Soon, the bullets ran out, and Nan Jiaojiao dropped the gun and walked towards the villa, unblinkingly stepping into a pile of ruins.

Mo Li rushed to Mo Tingshen, shouting frantically as his prized home lay in ruins.

He had been inside the entire time, not coming out until now, and his face flushed with anger.

When he saw Nan Jiaojiao approaching, his eyes bore into her fiercely, “Who do you think you are, running wild in the Mo Family estate?

You’re completely lawless.

Do you have any idea of the value of what you’ve destroyed today?!”

Nan Jiaojiao pulled out a card, “A hundred million.”

Mo Li’s face stiffened.

He glanced at Nan Jiaojiao and then at Mo Tingshen, “You know her?”

Mo Tingshen remained silent.

In truth, Mo Li didn’t care who the person was.

A hundred million was right before him, and he could just reach out and take it, yet he didn’t do so himself; instead, he commanded a servant to receive it.

Nan Jiaojiao pulled back her hand slightly, not giving the card, her cold eyes fixated on Mo Li, “Just one condition, don’t bother Chu Yao.

Stay away from her.”

Mo Li, “She’s my foster daughter, and this is her home.

I don’t care who you are.

If you’re looking to make a name for yourself, you’re at the wrong place.

Chu Yao can’t stray far from the Mo Family.”

Nan Jiaojiao sneered coldly and slipped the card back into her pocket, “Then sue me.”

Mo Li’s pupils suddenly contracted.

How to sue?

That one shot had demolished the exterior wall, but the glass greenhouse leaning on the western wall hadn’t a single crack.

Such marksmanship wasn’t ordinary, and the submachine gun wasn’t something a typical organization could use.