Chapter 1647 - 1660: I’m Back Again

Chapter 1647: Chapter 1660: I’m Back Again

"Miss Song, are you okay?" Quickly, two security team experts rushed in.

"Don’t worry about me, Feifei has been taken, hurry and chase, and call an ambulance, Lin Mu..." At this point, Song Yanan suddenly froze. The corner was empty, and there was no sign of Lin Mu.

Night, shrouded in deep darkness, a medium-sized fishing boat quietly docked at the East City Pier.

"Will you go up yourself or do I need to make you?" Ding Li said coldly.

"Where are you taking me?"

The sea breeze blew, tangling her long hair. Sophie was pale, trying hard to stay calm, but failed to conceal the panic in her voice. This East City Pier was within Shencheng City’s borders. From here, it would only take a few hours for the boat to reach international waters, making any hope of escape very slim.

"You don’t need to know."

Ding Li grabbed the female CEO’s wrist, impatiently pulling her onto the boat.

"Ding Li!" A sturdy, dark-skinned young man, clearly an African, came out from below the deck. "Did you get the goods?" He spoke in a peculiar English accent, which Sophie struggled to understand.

"No, plans have changed, but I brought the person back."

"Is she the CEO of Su’s Great Enterprise? She’s really pretty!"

The young man licked his lips, greed and lust glinting in his eyes, making Sophie shiver instinctively as she turned to flee from the boat. But alas, Ding Li reached out and dragged her back. Soon, the beautiful CEO was bound hand and foot and thrown into the cabin. A pungent smell lingered in the air, nearly making her faint, but compared to the fear in her heart, these were insignificant.

Bang! A jolt accompanied by the roar of the engine.

The boat moved, and Sophie’s heart sank into the icy depths.

A woman, falling into the hands of such bandits, could expect an outcome almost inevitable. Sophie curled up in the corner, tears flowing uncontrollably, "If I’d known, I would have listened to Lin Mu..."

Unfortunately, there’s no regret medicine in this world. It’s unknown how much time had passed when the door suddenly opened. Ding Li and the young man from earlier walked in side by side.

"What are you going to do?" Sophie sat up with a terrified look. Her delicate curves appeared more alluring under the dim light.

"Do what? Of course, we’re going to torture you for answers." The young man spoke in his cramped Chinese, leeringly removing his shirt. Although Ding Li didn’t move, his squinting eyes and swallowing could only suggest he wanted a piece of the leftovers, but his position seemed inferior to the young man, so he temporarily held back his desires.

"Don’t come near, if you take another step, I’ll bite my tongue and kill myself!"

"Haha, such a fierce temper, but in front of me, you think suicide is easy?"

The young man shook his head, suddenly lunging forward to grab Sophie’s cheek, picking up a rag from the ground and shoving it into her mouth. "If you had handed over the Key of the Full Moon at the villa, Ding Li wouldn’t have brought you here. But it saves me trouble, haha..."

"Mmm!" Even the right to choose death was stripped away, leaving Sophie in utter despair.

She could only watch as the young man’s dark hand reached for her chest...

"Lin Mu, please... save me... I’m really scared..."

With this thought arising in her mind, tears flowed again. She suddenly remembered her guardian was gone, maybe even turned into a cold corpse now...

Just then, the engine’s roar suddenly disappeared, the smoothly sailing fishing boat wobbled twice and came to a stop.

"What’s going on?" The young man’s expression froze, his hand halted in mid-air.

Ding Li frowned, ready to get up and check when a loud bang came. Suddenly, a fist-sized bulge appeared on the cabin’s iron door, immediately followed by continuous loud bangs, one after another clear fists punching out onto the iron door. With a loud crash, the iron door finally gave way under the strain, collapsing amidst flying dust.

"Dammit, welding the door so securely, asking for trouble!" A familiar voice rang out. Under Sophie’s joyful gaze, the soaked Lin Mu cursed while walking into the cabin.

"Are you a man or a ghost!"

Ding Li retreated several steps in shock, feeling his scalp tingle, a chill rising from his feet, his body hair standing on end uncontrollably.

He had personally checked Lin Mu’s body—no pulse, no breath, blood flow stopped, pupils dilated—definitely death apparent signs. Yes, there were indeed techniques of feigning death, but none could achieve this extent, at least none Ding Li had heard of. So now, he was very afraid, with a face full of horror.

Lin Mu sneered, unwilling to answer such idiotic questions.

Shifting his gaze to Sophie, then to the muscular young man, Lin Mu raised an eyebrow and said, "Buddy, your chest muscles are quite something! Just a bit of body odor though. Can you stay away from Feifei? If you stink up my little darling, I’ll play life and death with you!"

Sophie blinked, her face slightly red, making muffled sounds, it’s unclear whether displeased by Lin Mu’s nickname or annoyed at his verbose speech.

"Who are you!" The young man mocked, standing and twisting his neck sideways twice, the cracking sound of bones stretching made Lin Mu roll his eyes. Damn, another neck problem patient! Why do I keep running into such ignorant idiots? Shaking his head, ignoring further talk, Lin Mu rushed forward, kicking straight at him.

"Watch out!" Ding Li’s complexion shifted. He had suffered before, knowing well the horror hidden beneath Lin Mu’s seemingly crude moves. But the young man dismissed this reminder, mocking and stepping sideways. He raised his arm, aiming a fierce blow at Lin Mu’s knee.

It’s a classic move from Muay Thai, simple yet effective. The young man had used it to break hundreds of legs, securing the top spot in the broken leg division for consecutive years... Unfortunately, today seemed to be a bad day for him, running into Lin Mu, the invincible Wolf Fang Soldier King of the North African Grassland.

Only a crisp cracking sound followed. The young man’s arm twisted like a pretzel, promptly met by Lin Mu’s unwavering foot stomping onto his burgeoning crotch.

"Ooww!" The young man’s eyes bulged, nearly popping from the sockets.

Damn it, avoid hitting the face, avoid kicking the crotch, getting hit there straight away, is there any decency left?

"Stop shouting!"