Familiar, and unforgettable for a lifetime.
Mo Nanjue's long fingers touched the asphalt road, where the whip marks were, his fingertips could still feel a faint golden dust.
Only a whip embedded with gold would leave behind gold dust. This type of decoration looks luxurious, but in reality, it causes more pain when used, as the particles embed in the skin like needles.
This kind of technique and action could only be...
Mo Nanjue stood up with a grim face, shaking his hand, his nose still seemingly filled with the scent of the whip.
If it really is someone from the Mo Family, why did they capture Chen An?
Could it be...
He almost immediately thought of Mo Beiyan.
Mo Nanjue put away his phone and didn't linger, starting the car and driving in the opposite direction.
***
Las Vegas, eastern suburbs.
Mo Family.
The villa, with a Republic of China style, occupied a large area, surrounded by strong guards, each armed and with whips at their waists.
