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Little White seemed not to have heard him. He closed his ears and senses off, resisting everything from the outside world. Mo Yao held Little White's face gently, slowly stroking it. The stiffness in Little White gradually eased, and the blank and empty look in his eyes started to focus again. Mo Yao was extremely heartbroken. Suddenly, Little White pushed him away and crouched into a corner. Mo Yao knew he had calmed down and spoke word by word, "Little White, I love you more than myself."

Mo Xiaobai slowly raised his head to look at Mo Yao. Mo Yao approached him step by step with utmost caution, "I suddenly feel very regretful. Why did I hide my feelings before Why didn't I tell you clearly how much I loved you I regret not telling you earlier that even if you never love me back in your life, it's enough for me to love you. Can you understand"

Mao Yao stubbornly held his face and forced him to look into his eyes. Mo Yao said, "Don't hate me, don't reject me, can we go back to the past If you want us to be brothers, then let's just be brothers. I will never force you again. If you see me as your elder brother forever, then I shall always remain your big brother. Can we go back to how things were before You dictate what happens and I will follow your wishes, even if it means giving up my life. I'll do anything for you, pampering you for a lifetime."

He couldn't bear seeing Little White reject him like this; he couldn't stand the hateful gaze in Little White's eyes.

Mao Yao found that the times when Little White could laugh and play or act capriciously were so beautiful, beautiful to such an extent that it made his heart ache. He had torn apart these wonderful moments with his own hands and he hated himself for doing so.

He didn't deserve to have Little White; he had driven him into this state by pushing too hard. Originally, he was going to treat Little White lovingly all his life, yet craving a little warmth caused him to harm the person he cherished most.

Little White trembled like an anxious patient, seemingly restraining himself from doing something rash. Mo Yao only cared about his emotional state and neglected his abnormal behavior. People are often irrational when they care deeply for someone; Little White pinched at his head in a pained expression while Mo Yao held him tightly and repeatedly said sorry, his voice filled with desperation.

"Let's go home. Big Brother will take you home." Mo Yao said, helping him stand up. Mo Xiaobai couldn't stand steadily on his feet; he had two severe wounds on both calves from being tortured for half a month and was utterly exhausted. No matter how much energy he replenished, it wouldn't allow him to regain strength enough to stand. His hands and legs felt like they were broken. Mo Xiaobai said, "Once we get out of here, don't let me see you again."

His voice sounded deliberately cold.

"Alright!" Moyao said, "After I leave, I will never appear in front of you again for the rest of my life. As long as you don't want to see me, you won't be able to spot me within your sight."

Moxiaobai gave a cold laugh; all traces of his previous smiles had vanished from his face. The only emotion left was icy coldness. Heartbroken, Moyao thought that if he could bring the original Moxiaobai back, he would be willing to die.

Since the gun was useless for Moxiaobai, Moyao didn't give it to him. Xiaobai couldn't fire a gun anyway; he put away his equipment bag and picked up Xiaobai in a princess carry. He originally intended to have Xiaobai on his back, but he feared that someone might shoot from behind, putting Xiaobai at risk of further injury. Instead, Moyao decided to take the burden of carrying both the equipment bag and holding Moxiaobai together. They would either die or survive together.

The only awake person in the cell shouted for Moyao's help; when Moyao looked back, he saw that this man was pleading on all fours, but Moyao turned his head and carried Xiaobai away.

Moyao didn't have extra strength to assist others.

Wu Shuang let out a sigh of relief. It really wasn't easy dealing with Moxiaobai. Moyao silently carried Moxiaobai up to the first floor without making any noise, and just as Wu Shuang was about to send someone to rendezvous with him, sharp whistles suddenly sounded inside the building followed by chaos. Wu Shuang inwardly cursed; if Moyao brought Xiaobai upstairs now, it would be a suicide mission. He couldn't understand why an alarm had been triggered when they hadn’t disturbed anyone.

Moyao hid with Moxiaobai in the darkness of the first floor, while outside there was chaos and confusion. Wu Shuang watched through binoculars as several teams were searching for something. Suddenly, two shots rang out from a building to the west; trained police dogs barked loudly, causing further commotion across the area. Then everything slowly quieted down again before two bodies dressed in black fell from the fourth floor of the western building. Wu Shuang informed Moyao about this situation and told him not to leave yet, as there was an intruder.

Wu Shuang cursed rudely; things were going wrong where they shouldn’t have been. Another group had come tonight to rescue someone, possibly political prisoners from a certain country's special agents—how many more were involved

Moyao looked down into the shadow where Xiaobai was sleeping soundly in his arms with even breathing. Moyao couldn't help but smile; how adorable this little one was, despite being so resistant towards him, likely not having slept for days fearing someone would harm or humiliate him. Yet amidst all the chaos and uncertainty of whether they could escape, he had fallen asleep peacefully in Moyao's embrace.

So at ease.

Moyao reflects that due to this trust, he would be willing to risk his life.

Sleep well; I will definitely take you home, brother.

Even though Moyao was holding Little White, there were guns in both hands. He hid in the darkness, which made him relatively concealed. However, Little White's body couldn't fit into the air vent, so they had to wait here for now. Closing his eyes, Moyao asked Wu Shuang, "Is there anyone upstairs"

"On the third floor, there is one sniper and one spotter searching our building," Wu Shuang said suddenly tightening her voice, "Boss, you must think of a way to leave immediately; a team may be heading for the prison cells. They are twenty meters away from you."

The moment Wu Shuang finished speaking, Moyao carried Little White and crouched as he rushed up to the second floor from the ground floor. As soon as he reached the second-floor stairwell, he accidentally hit Little White's head against a step while trying to hide there; Little White opened his eyes, but seeing Moyao looking at him, he closed them again to sleep. Following closely were footsteps of people approaching. Moyao counted ten people heading for the prison cells and then rushed up with Little White.

"Wu Shuang, which room would be best to hide in" Moyao asked. Wu Shuang used her X-ray vision to find a suitable spot and pointed out the last room. Moyao carried Little White and crouched his way into that room. Soon after came chaotic shouts from downstairs — one of the big stars was missing… the hostages were gone…

The entire building quickly erupted into chaos.

Moyao placed Little White on the ground; Wu Shuang had led them here because this room's ceiling design allowed for hiding spots. Moyao unscrewed and removed the ventilation grille, found a chair, and tucked Little White inside the ceiling space. He then moved the chair aside and tossed down his gear bag, with Wu Shuang urgently shouting, "Boss, hurry up; they're coming upstairs…"

The search was being conducted room by room in a thorough sweep. Four special forces soldiers kicked open the door, revealing no signs of disturbance except for some blood stains covered by tables moved by Moyao earlier. After checking for several minutes, they left the room. Moyao let out a sigh of relief when he heard something that made him extremely uneasy.

The sound of wood splintering…

This building has a unique design. This room is on the second floor, with two sloping sides forming a roof that resembles a fan shape. The roof is made of wooden boards. Initially, the residents might have thought it was too tall and unattractive without a ceiling, so they installed one. They nervously used several wooden planks nailed together instead of iron rods to suspend a flat ceiling, making the house look ordinary. Additionally, they added an exhaust vent and a hanging light above the ceiling, which is hollow and out of reach even for Mo Yao when he stands up.

The construction of this building dates back some years ago; these wooden beams are glasswood that have rotted with age after decades of use. With Mo Yao and Mo Xiaobai, two men weighing over 300 pounds each lying on the ceiling, it's no wonder the structure hasn't collapsed yet. Mo Xiaobai looks at Mo Yao as he takes out a rope from his equipment bag to secure himself to an iron pole inside the roof, thereby reducing the weight on the ceiling. In the darkness, they wait quietly.

It’s very dark here, with no light at all; Mo Yao hangs in mid-air while Mo Xiaobai lies under the suspended ceiling. Outside, the sounds are still chaotic. Wuzhuang asks about their situation and reminds Mo Yao to keep his voice down since there's an observer on the third floor next door.

Mo Yao says, "You three leave and draw them away."

"What about you two"

"We'll wait. After you draw them away, I’ll take Xiaobai out." Mo Yao whispers. Wuzhuang furrows her brows, saying, "Understood, be careful."

There’s no other way.

Several people in the prison have died, and Xiaobai is missing with another person sneaking in. There are no signs of a breach outside, indicating that the intruders are still inside. If they conduct a thorough search, Mo Yao and Xiaobai will eventually be found. Therefore, Wuzhuang can only leave with Fengyun to draw them away, making it seem as if Xiaobai has already been rescued successfully. Who would suspect him of hiding here

In the dead of night, gunfire sounds like the voice of a demon, echoing through the base. Wuzhuang exerts all her strength to take down one sniper after another she marked earlier with precise shots before opening fire on full auto, sending bullets raining down in waves. She aims to kill as many people as possible.

Yes, it’s killing; Wuzhuang isn’t bloodthirsty, but everyone here is an expert. Every person killed reduces the danger for Mo Yao and Xiaobai by a fraction. Thus, Fengyun and Wuzhuang kill anyone they see without mercy. Within ten minutes, they have taken down over a dozen people. None of them dare to engage in a direct fight with Wuzhuang; instead, they hide behind obstacles. Wuzhuang and Fengyun toss microbombs that cause intense explosions, allowing the three of them to kick open windows for cover. Each one carries a long-range iron cable weapon aimed at towering trees over 100 meters away and fires off their triggers, securing both ends with the cables. Fengyun then throws several more bombs as cover while they slide down the cables like ghosts, retreating from the base at breakneck speed through high-altitude jungle canopies outside. family Do you know what kind of family this is" Ye Feimo coldly mocked her. His mother even accepted his stepmother with a smile; how could she not accept Han Bi There must be something behind it all...