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The German doctor arrived soon and, upon seeing Bai Liu's injuries, reproached them for not taking better care of their patient. He expressed his disapproval at how such severe bodily harm had been inflicted on someone who was already suffering from gunshot wounds. It seemed that the punches were almost enough to finish off Bai Liu; while Mo Xiaobai hadn't sustained any injuries himself due to his hard fists, he had broken two ribs and caused serious concussion in Bai Liu, clearly intent on beating him to death.

Mou Yao remained silent by the side, looking anxious. The German doctor muttered to himself as he tended to Bai Liu with an IV drip. He turned to Mou Yao and asked, "Where's your idiot brother"

"He fled after intentionally injuring someone," Mou Yao said coolly.

The doctor turned back around, pointing at Bai Liu, "So it was him who did this"

"What do you think"

The German doctor smacked his forehead. "I should have known. He really went all out."

Mou Yao didn't respond. Yun felt uneasy about the situation and left to call the captain, asking if Third Young Master had called him.

"No, is he leaving" The captain asked, confused.

Yun shook her head. "It's fine."

She hung up the phone and paced nervously by herself. Mo Xiaobai had never suffered such a great injustice from childhood to adulthood; though he had faced many setbacks in training, they were entirely different from this humiliation and injustice that Mou Yao had inflicted upon him.

The hateful look he gave before leaving truly showed how much hatred he harbored toward his superior.

He was driving so fast—hope nothing bad happens.

Why must everything be so troublesome.

The Cloud hung up the White Puff's phone, which rang twice before hanging up. When he tried calling again, it was turned off. The Cloud rolled his eyes and said, "You didn’t have to hang up my call either; I am your attendant."

The Cloud muttered to himself, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

Normally, whatever happened here would be broadcasted to everyone right away, but this time the Cloud was very cautious and did not mention a single word. If he said that Blacky hit White Puff, who would believe him

"Sit down; you're making me dizzy," said Mo Yao coldly. The Cloud had already noticed that Mo Yao was standing on the upper floor for quite some time, so he thought maybe Mo Yao needed an explanation and said, "Boss, I just tried calling White Puff's phone and it went off after two rings."

Since there was no evidence of anything happening to him, Cloud could relax a bit.

Moshe turned into his room, the Cloud stuck out his tongue and followed up.

Moshe returned to his bedroom with his hands buried in his thick hair, filled with regret. Since he hit White Puff, he had never forgiven himself; how could he have acted so impulsively As someone who was always proud, that slap shattered all of his expectations.

He felt heartache for the sight of White Puff biting his lower lip while crying and being stubbornly defiant — this was a scene Mo Yao had never seen before. This hatred was also something he had never witnessed; it made him shiver all over, with every bone in his body feeling like they were pierced.

Hatred

Never did he imagine that White Puff could hate him.

"I'm sorry..." Mo Yao said. These words seemed to be spoken into thin air; if White Puff was here, he might not have been able to say it out loud. Now, the only way he could express his remorse was by repeating "sorry" over and over again.

The phone rang, and he hurriedly picked it up to find a letter from Mo Chen. He threw the unopened envelope aside without even looking at it. He tried calling Xiao Bai's phone but found it was turned off. He then dialed another number; this time, the phone did ring, but no one answered. Not giving up, he called again, only to discover that this phone was also switched off.

He wouldn’t even listen to an apology from him.

Moyao wished he could chop off his own damn hand.

The German doctor asked Yun, "So, it's because of jealousy"

"You talk too much," Yun said sourly. "Doesn't look like he’s going to die."

"He won’t die, but he was pretty close. That kid sure knows how to hit hard."

"Alright, you’ve said this several times already."

It wasn’t until late in the evening that all of his wounds were finally treated. Moyao looked at Yu and frowned, "Go find out where Xiao Bai is."

He had been uneasy all day long. Just as Yun was about to leave, she heard car sounds and a doorbell ringing; her face lit up. She knew that even if Xiao Bai was angry with Moyao, he wouldn’t stay mad for long. He must have come back on his own.

Although she did think the slap had been too hard.

The door opened to reveal Berlin police officers. Yun looked around carefully and then looked up at the second floor; Moyao was descending the stairs. The policemen, seeing that they were Chinese, feared they wouldn’t understand German and explained in simple English: a series of car accidents occurred on the highway this noon caused by two drunk drivers and one speeding driver resulting in sixteen serious injuries, several minor injuries, and four deaths.

One body remained unclaimed. Checking the vehicle registration, all three cars involved were registered under Moyao’s name with this address listed, making it easy to find him.

The cloud was utterly shocked.

Drunk driving, speeding, a chain collision, and an unclaimed body

Whose body is unclaimed

It felt as if her throat had been choked. Mo Baixue rarely lost control of his emotions, but when he did, it was crucial to prevent him from getting into a car under any circumstances. There was once an incident in Rome where he had been penalized for speeding for an entire year because of this. He never paid attention to speed limits and would always push the boundaries with his superb driving skills; hence, he rarely got involved in accidents, although he often faced speeding penalties.

However, if someone was also drunk driving at that time, the situation could be far more serious.

"Boss..."

Mosao's complexion was even worse than hers. She noticed that his right hand hadn't opened since he hit Baixue and remained clenched into a fist. Being close to him, she could sense slight tremors and fear...

"The unclaimed body is probably of what age, male or female, how tall, Chinese descendant or Berlin local" Mo Yao's voice was steadier than Cloud had imagined, though he asked rather hurriedly.

The Berlin police stated that the deceased was a Chinese male with skull fractures and severe facial injuries, making it difficult to identify his features. He was about 187 cm tall. Upon hearing this, Mo Yao's face turned ashen.

Most of these details matched Mo Baixue’s information.

The two policemen asked Mo Yao who had driven out. Standing at the door, Mosao remained silent for a moment before Cloud hastily replied, "Our third young master."

"Please come with us to identify the body," the police said. she interacted with Kaka, the more attracted to him she became. Gradually, her heart was rekindled, yearning once again for a love of her own.She was such an intelligent woman that she could see how...