Mo Yichen had left the hospital with Lu Zikai. They headed straight to an elite security Agency the name (Phantom Shied) office building. As he got inside all the staffs outside stopped what they were doing and bowed respectfully. Mo Yichen and Lu Zikai took an elevator that led them deep underground.
What lay beneath was a massive training ground, filled with men in constant motion, some sparring fiercely with each other, some boxing with heavy intensity, while others focused on archery and gun shooting.
Almost everyone stopped what they were doing the moment he stepped in. In perfect unison, they bowed slightly and greeted,
"Boss."
Mo Yichen only gave a slight nod, both hands tucked into his pockets, his expression calm and unreadable. Without stopping, he continued walking forward with Lu Zikai beside him until they reached a secluded section where a single prison cage stood.
Inside it, a woman was relentlessly punching a man tied to a chair. His helpless screams echoed through the space.
"Tisha, that's enough."
Mo Yichen's deep voice cut through the underground like a command that could not be disobeyed.
The woman's fist froze mid-air before she slowly lowered her hand and turned.
"Boss!"
Her voice was suddenly soft and sweet, completely different from before. Even the mask covering her face couldn't hide it. She immediately stepped out of the cage and ran toward him, wrapping her arms around him tightly. Careful not to stain him with blood, she kept her gloved hands slightly away from his clothes.
Mo Yichen remained still, not returning the hug. His posture stayed straight, his hands unmoving in his pockets. After a brief moment, he cleared his throat lightly.
Only then did Tisha release him.
"See, boss," she said cheerfully, pointing toward the man inside the cage, "I'm taking very good care of my precious."
Mo Yichen stepped past her without a word, his gaze already fixed on the man. With each step he took closer, the air around him seemed to grow heavier, his anger quietly building beneath his calm exterior.
The man on the chair shifted weakly, lifting his head slightly at the sound of approaching footsteps. His face was swollen beyond recognition, his eyes barely open, he could not even see anything.
Mo Yichen stood before him.
Mr. Yao.
Even in such a state, Mo Yichen was not satisfied.
"Wh… who are you? What do you want from me?!" Mr. Yao yelled weakly.
From the moment he was arrested earlier, by the police. On their way to the police station, a car had suddenly blocked the road. Three men, dressed exactly like the woman here, stepped out. The police officers didn't resist, instead, they calmly handed him over.
A sack was thrown over his head.
After that… darkness.
And when he woke up, he was here, tied to a chair, stripped down to only a singlet and boxers.
"How dare you… do you know who I am?!" Mr. Yao continued, his voice shaking with anger and fear. "I'll make sure I sue you! All of you will end up in jail...!"
"How dare you speak to the boss like that!" Tisha snapped, already moving toward the cage again.
Before she could enter, Mo Yichen raised his hand slightly.
She stopped immediately.
"Leave him for now," Mo Yichen said calmly, his voice low but carrying absolute authority. "Give him food."
He paused, his gaze cold as it settled on Mr. Yao.
"Then you can resume your work."
A faint, dangerous edge entered his tone.
"He'll need his strength… for the overnight beating."