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just eaten something with Fāng Liúcéng and weren't very hungry, eating donuts by the river at midnight while sipping hot milk tea was an irresistible pleasure. Seeing her relish it so much, Yè Fěimò...752

White Willow's good mood continued, and Mo Yao found it quite strange. When asked what 'nèr rén' meant, White Willow said that 'nèr rén' means you are someone very important and trustworthy to me. Mo Yao frowned again; the next day at noon, he and Yun were going to negotiate with Krupp, and on the way there, Yun was driving. Mo Yao asked curiously, "What does 'nèr rén' mean"

Yun replied, "Boss, why are you asking about this all of a sudden."

"Just curious."

Yun explained, "'Nèr rén' means wife."

The corner of Mo Yao's mouth twitched, and he didn't say anything.

White Willow was taking advantage of him, but strangely enough, he didn't feel angry about it at all.

The afternoon negotiations went smoothly; the few people involved met by the riverside. Mo Yao rented a yacht for just the three of them, ensuring there were no eavesdroppers present. Krupp was essentially Mo Yao's puppet; whatever direction Mo Yao wanted him to take, he would follow without question.

Mo Yao knew that such a large-scale personnel turnover meant replacing many key figures with his own people. At this time, Krupp naturally hoped for all the positions to be filled by his men, but Mo Yao inserted three of his own people instead and left five spots open for Krupp's choice. Seeing that Mo Yao still reserved some positions for her, Krupp did not argue further. This person was shortsighted, focusing only on immediate benefits, which made him relatively easy to handle; the main factor was how the previous night's assassination attempt had intimidated everyone.

Even if it wasn't Mo Yao sitting there, many people thought he had done it. After all, those who died were his opponents, and soon after their deaths, his own people were inserted in their places. Of course, some people would speak out about this, but Mo Yao didn't care.

Krupp was afraid; he feared that the Godfather would kill him if he wasn't happy with something. Therefore, he became even more cautious and careful, dreading any mistakes.

They talked on the yacht for a few hours. Mo Yao asked about the case. Since this matter had been handed over to the Berlin police, Yun only covertly investigated from the shadows. That person was too shrewd, leaving no clues behind. With the police having many people and rich experience in cases, it was better than them taking action. They were busy with other matters anyway and naturally didn't have time to play such games. Although they cared about that person, they knew his killers would never be caught.

As Mo Yao had guessed, Krupp said there hadn't been any progress at the police station and nothing could come from it. The video footage was damaged almost irreparably; it was hardly viewable anymore. Mo Yao's heart stirred, and he called Mo Chen to have him fix the destroyed videos.

Half an hour later, Mo Chen returned his call, telling Mo Yao that the videos had been completely wiped clean. The organization possessing such technology were either the First Terror Group or NSA. Mo Yao was slightly surprised; the Mafia's satellites couldn't compare with those of the First Terror Organization in number and functionality. After all, their technical limitations were great, making it difficult for them to track intelligence as comprehensively as the First Terror Organization.

Mo Chen had once tried to trick Kaka into sharing her channel but was kicked away by her.

"So powerful; it seems this opponent is quite interesting," Mo Yao sneered coldly. In such a situation, it wasn't necessarily one of these two organizations doing it; top-notch hackers could also infiltrate their systems and manipulate them.

However, the difficulty was immense. For example, with the terrifying firewall and combat strength of the First Terror Organization, no Earthling could possibly invade it. If they did manage to do so, the entire satellite would likely crash. There wouldn't just be this commotion; hence, the probability wasn't high.

Mo Yao could only deduce that either an insider had done it or a hacker had. As for hackers, NSA was the only one they could infiltrate, though the difficulty was also great.

Morning said, "Boss, should we give Kaka a call and ask him"

"No need." Moyao has his own plans. "Leave this matter to the Berlin police; you have other things to do."

"What"

Moyao went to the stern of the ship, instructed Morning on something, and hung up quickly. Yun wouldn’t pry into such confidential matters. If Moyao didn’t want her to know, it must be important. Krupp was terrified; Moyao found him a waste of time and had him leave as soon as they docked.

Yun asked, "Boss, how many days do we plan to stay here"

"We’ll leave once we’ve finished dealing with that pighead." Moyao said. Yun couldn’t help laughing; the boss was usually very serious and rarely used such language when cursing someone, which added a humorous tone.

It’s evident that Krupp really is a pighead.

"Waiting for him to finish might take about a week. During this time, there will definitely be some of his old subordinates rebelling against him; Krupp could be in danger, and you might also become an assassination target," Yun said seriously.

Moyao nodded. "So these few days, you go protect him. Don’t let him die. He can only die when our people take the lead. If he dies now, he won’t have any value. I’m keeping his life for a reason."

"Understood," Yun said, then got off the shore and left to act as Krupp's bodyguard. Mo Yao drove back to his apartment and called Bái Liǔ on the way to ask where he was. Bái Liǔ told him that he was at Brandenburg Gate, not far from his apartment. So Mo Yao drove straight there.

The Brandenburg Gate is an historically significant building, a triumphal arch in Berlin made of creamy white granite with a bronze statue of Victoria on top. The east side extends into Unter den Linden Street, lined with palaces. Bái Liǔ had chosen his composition well; the entire triumphal gate and a corner of the palace complex were within the frame. It was quite a challenge for him to capture it in such detail, as painting this scene took him two hours to complete half of the Brandenburg Gate. When Mo Yao arrived, he saw Bái Liǔ taking a sip of water at his easel while two people watched him paint nearby. Mo Yao walked over and asked, "Not finished yet"

"I started over after I was unsatisfied with the halfway point," Bái Liǔ offered proudly as if eager for praise like a child waiting to be complimented. Mo Yao nodded in approval of his skill and mature depth, which made Bái Liǔ very happy; he even called Mo Yao an expert.

Mo Yao stayed by his side while he painted. Bái Liǔ asked, "Do you have nothing to do today"

"I've already taken care of everything," Mo Yao replied. Bái Liǔ nodded and didn't ask further.

Bái Liǔ was not a quick painter; he worked slowly yet meticulously, each line carefully drawn without any mistakes. Such dedication and composure at twenty-three years old were rare to see in others his age who often felt anxious or lost with youthful impulsiveness. Mo Yao often enjoyed the tranquility around Bái Liǔ as if it could wash away all life's woes.

Bái Liǔ was concerned that he might get bored and smiled, chatting with him. Mo Yao told him to focus on his painting instead. Suddenly, a van stopped near them, and Mo Yao pointed at something nearby, intending to praise the handling. But then a sharp metallic glint flashed past his fingertips, causing Mo Yao to instantly grab Bái Liǔ and throw him aside. A hole appeared in the sketchbook—sniper...

Silent sniper.formation is quite accurate. Who told you This girl just finished her work assignment and stayed in A City for training due to academic reasons. After she finishes middle school, she will transfer to...