Chapter 534: Without Xiao Yao I Would Really Die

Mo Tingshen had indeed stayed in the bathroom for a long time.

Just as his hand touched the shower switch, he suddenly remembered that on the way here, Yaen Chi had sent him a message.

The cellphone had already been wiped clean by Lu Zhenzhen, but as soon as Mo Tingshen picked it up, his blood-stained fingertips touched the screen, leaving several red dots.

Yaen Chi had sent him a video.

A video from the garage.

Seeing Chu Yao being tormented by Mo Li, his entire body stiffened, breathing tightened, and he felt like he couldn’t catch his breath.

He didn’t dare to fast forward for even a second.

So, he clearly saw Chu Yao being injected with a needle, a mysterious liquid flowing into her body, leaving her completely weakened, able only to be manipulated, pressed against the hood of a car by Mo Li, her skirt tearing apart…

At this point, Mo Li believed he would succeed, didn’t immediately harm Chu Yao, and even took out a knife to scare her.

It was then that Chu Yao bit her tongue, the pain temporarily brought her back to her senses, and she snatched Mo Li’s knife and plunged it toward his heart.

Mo Li hadn’t expected her to still have the strength to fight back.

As he staggered, Chu Yao lifted her foot, the heel of her high-heeled shoe pushing against the end of the knife handle, forcefully driving the blade into Mo Li’s left chest.

Afterward, she seized a bodyguard’s car and recklessly drove away.

Mo Tingshen watched the entire sequence without blinking, his eyes wide and bloodshot, the mirror reflecting the blood vessels bursting in the whites of his eyes.

He raised his hand to unbutton his shirt, his fingers tightly strung and slightly trembling upon closer inspection.

He took out his cellphone and called his reliable assistant, “Where is Mo Li?”

“Mr.

Mo is at the Mo Family residence, a doctor went in tonight.”

Mo Tingshen took off his shirt, the hand holding the phone was inconvenient for undressing, so he simply tore it off.

Expressionless, he said, “Secure the Mo Family residence, don’t let a single person out, wait for me to handle this.”

“Yes,” the assistant responded.

Mo Tingshen quickly finished bathing, coming out in a long bathrobe.

Lu Zhenzhen was still sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Their eyes met briefly, Mo Tingshen apologized, then moved toward the bedroom to put on some clothes.

Lu Zhenzhen picked up her bag and stood up, “Ah Zhe is downstairs, I will leave first.

Regardless of how Chu Yao’s situation turns out, remember to call me.”

Mo Tingshen didn’t reply because the latter part of her statement wasn’t directed at him.

Lu Zhenzhen knew Mo Tingshen was too preoccupied, so she had entrusted the matter to Xu Shu.

“I’ll walk you out.”

Xu Shu escorted Lu Zhenzhen to the elevator and came back to find Mo Tingshen sitting on the sofa, leaning against it, one leg crossed, raising his hand to press heavily on his temple, eyes closed, the light above unable to clear the darkness under his eyes.

Xu Shu didn’t speak to him, instead lifting the hem of the robe to treat the wounds on a pair of knees, and then wrapping them.

Then came a pair of hands.

Xu Shu’s breath gradually became heavy with anger, “Are you out of your mind?

You don’t need to play hero; if Chu Yao is fine and you end up unable to save your hands and feet, that would be idiotic.

Why not wait a few minutes for the professionals to arrive and save Chu Yao?

Would waiting kill you?”

Mo Tingshen opened his eyes, his eyeballs stiff, looking down mechanically.

“Xu Shu.”

Xu Shu looked up, his expression unruffled.

Mo Tingshen suddenly laughed, using a raspy, almost shattered voice, “It seems like without Xiao Yao, I really would die.”

Xu Shu’s furrowed brow instantly relaxed, as if something had suddenly sprung open involuntarily.

Mo Tingshen shifted his gaze to the tightly closed bedroom door, his jaws clenched tightly, his jawline repeatedly tensing, his voice carrying a chilling, bone-deep coldness.

“Xu Shu, is it illegal to kill?”