Chapter 122: Robbery and Murder

  The midnight movie, in fact, very few people really watch it. Almost everyone is busy performing more passionate scenes with their husbands or wives than the movie itself.

  So this movie, Chu Yan and Mo Xi Yao only watched half of it before retreating in defeat. The two walked out of the cinema hall, standing on the street, taking big breaths of fresh air. The atmosphere inside was really unbearable earlier. There were too many intimate scenes in the movie, while in reality, around them, a passionate drama was unfolding like dry wood catching fire.

  At one point, the moans and groans in reality were even louder than those in the movie. The ear-piercing sounds made Mo Xiuyao's whole body feel hot and her face flushed with heat. She didn't come to watch the midnight show for free passion plays, but now she realized that she wanted to take this opportunity to further understand Chu Yan's purpose, which was impossible to achieve.

  "It's simply too shameless." After taking a deep breath of fresh air for five minutes, Mo Xiuyao's whole body heat finally subsided. She turned her head to look at the sign of the cinema and couldn't help but utter a sentence of condemnation. Chu Yan, on the other hand, just smiled and didn't speak. To be honest, Chu Yan also didn't expect that kind of situation inside. At this moment, Chu Yan even felt like he was really old and couldn't keep up with the times.

  "Let's go, the midnight show might be like this too. Why don't we head back to Silver Palm and grab a cup of coffee?" Chu Yan didn't have any comforting words to say, after all, given the previous situation, it was better not to speak at all.

  "Alright, let's head back." Chu Yan suggested. Mo Xi Yao nodded in agreement. The movie was a bust and she had worked herself up into a frustrating state. Having a cup of coffee to clear her head seemed like a good choice. If her emotions were brewing just right, maybe she could even complete the one thing she wanted to do most today.

  Back at the Silver Palm, Chu Yan and Mo Xiuyao did not go to the office on the third floor, but instead sat down in a card seat in the lobby. It was already 12 o'clock now, and the customers of the coffee shop had begun to leave one after another. The Silver Palm is only open for business until 2 am every day, and most of its customers are high-end white-collar workers and successful people, whose daily routines are generally regular, except on weekends, when the opening hours of the Silver Palm will be extended to 5 am.

  Two cups of blue-tune coffee, two exquisite pastries, and two people each with their own concerns. Chu Yan's recent thoughts have shifted from the angel dream to searching for his relatives. The face of Leng Qiu, whom he met before today, kept flashing in his mind, but the person he was looking for had the surname Qi, not Leng, and certainly wasn't a young master of the Jiujiang Group. Maybe it was just a resemblance after all.

  Chu Yan seemed to be in a daze, and Mo Xiuyao couldn't help but gently put down her coffee. The soft clinking of the cup on the table made Chu Yan come back to reality from his distraction. With some embarrassment, he nodded at Mo Xiuyao and picked up his coffee to take a light sip.

  "Chu Yan, can you tell me about yourself? I mean, what kind of person are you really?" Mo Xiuyao's question was very casual, but Chu Yan just smiled and shook his head. He didn't want to answer Mo Xiuyao, the reason being simple: his past was something that even if he told her, she probably wouldn't believe it. So, maintaining the status quo and waiting for Mo Xiuyao to understand him step by step on her own was a better choice.

  "I know what you mean, but this answer I can't give you. Let's not talk about what kind of person I am. The answer to this question from my mouth and the one you'll understand after thinking about it yourself are probably worlds apart. I'm saying this, you should understand what I mean, right?" Chu Yan said calmly while holding his coffee cup, and Mo Xiuyao also suddenly realized something after hearing his words.

  She had always wanted to understand Chu Yan, or rather, she wanted to know as much about him as possible. Only by truly understanding this man could she decide whether to give her second half of life to him or not. Everything that she didn't understand or couldn't control was something she hated to face.

  "What you said is right, I was too sudden, but I've always been curious, where did your kung fu come from? I heard Jenny say that she's not even your opponent, and among the people I know, including men, it seems like there isn't anyone who can beat Jenny, you're the first one to make Jenny admit defeat, this question, can you finally answer me?" Mo Xiuyao didn't continue asking questions that wouldn't get an answer, instead she asked a question she had always wanted to know.

  "It's what I learned from home, plus what I picked up in the army. How about you? When did you become interested in martial arts?" Chu Yan put down his coffee cup and replied with a smile.

  "No, I'm not interested in martial arts. By the way, I've had a question for you all along, but I was afraid it would be inconvenient for you to answer. Now, I really can't help myself, so I'll ask: were the deaths of Yishan Wufu and others your doing?" Mo Xiuyao's eyes stared at Chu Yan's face, asking the question she had wanted to clarify since hearing about the mass seppuku of the core board members of the Yishan Group.

  Although in her heart, she had actually already confirmed that the matter was done by Chu Yan, because when killing Yamaoto on the plane, she saw it with her own eyes. For someone like Chu Yan who seemed to have gotten used to killing people, there wasn't a single experience that could be understood by ordinary people.

  "How did you think of asking this? The Japanese have had a habit of not succeeding and becoming martyrs since ancient times. You don't know that when they are executing tasks, once the task fails, the only way they can choose is to commit seppuku to show loyalty to the emperor. For them, the collapse of the Yamaguchi-gumi group due to being suppressed and attacked, leading to bankruptcy and liquidation, is also an absolute huge failure. So, it's not strange for the core board members to collectively commit suicide. In short, the matter has ended, you won this war, and they probably didn't understand before their death how they offended a star like you." Chuyan did not directly answer Mo Xiuyao, but despite this, Mo Xiuyao heard the answer she wanted in Chuyan's words. However, Chuyan's last sentence made her coldly laugh.

  "It's better they don't know." As soon as she mentioned the reason, Mo Xiuyao really didn't want to bring it up. Because once she brought up the reason, the scene that was almost impossible to forget for a lifetime would appear in her mind. So, after coldly laughing, Mo Xiuyao's emotions fell into a brief silence.

  The two of them chose to remain silent, each lost in their own thoughts. The atmosphere seemed a bit awkward at this moment until Tina walked over from one side and reminded Mo Xiuyao and Chu Yan that it was already 1:30 AM. Inside the Silver Palm Tree, apart from her and Chu Yan, there were no other customers left, and apart from Tina, all the other waiters had begun to prepare for closing up for the day.

  "Go ahead, you drive back." Chu Yan stood up and took out the car keys. After all, the car belonged to Mo Xi Yao, his own car had already been sent to the repair shop, and it was still uncertain whether it could be repaired or not.

  "No need, you can send me instead. Your car should be back soon, and it won't be so troublesome then." Mo Xiuyao didn't take the keys handed over by Chu Yan. She had promised to give him a new car as compensation for Caesar's incident, and the big yellow Hummer had already been arranged to return to the factory for reassembly because the limited edition Transformers version of the big yellow Hummer was sold out.

  But if you want a car that is exactly the same, there is only one way to do it, and that is to use Chu Yan's badly damaged car for a factory rebuild. There is no other choice besides this approach.

  Chu Yan seemed to have no choice either, Mo Xiuyao had made it clear, and Chu Yan should indeed send Mo Xiuyao back to rest like a gentleman. So the two of them walked out of the Silver Palm one after the other, then headed straight for the parking lot fifty meters away.

  Late at night, it was a time period that some specific groups of people liked the most. As soon as Chu Yan and Mo Xi Yao stepped out of the Silver Palm Hotel, they felt something wasn't quite right. Especially Chu Yan, who seemed to have spotted several black shadows lurking in the parking lot, even though they were hiding very well. However, Chu Yan still caught a glimpse of a faint red glow hidden in the darkness.

  Don't think too much, "red mang" is just a literary way of saying that someone is squatting there smoking, the flame of the cigarette tip is flashing red and looks very eye-catching.

  "Follow me closely." Chu Yan slowed down his pace, reached out to grab Mo Xiuyao's hand and then blocked her behind him. It was now 1:40 in the morning, a time when many thugs with tight finances would choose to come out and rob people to relieve their empty pockets.

  "Halt! You'd better not make any sudden moves, the knives in our hands aren't for show." As expected, just as Chu Yan had walked to within five meters of the car, six young thugs with daggers in their hands suddenly rushed out from the corner. The one who spoke was tall and thin, and even at midnight, he still wore a pair of wide-framed sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, it was unclear if he had some sort of mental issue.

  "Don't worry, I won't move. Now, you six, are you here to rob us of our wealth or our women?" Facing these six thugs who came out to rob in the middle of the night, Chu Yan couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. This feeling, which he had repeatedly confirmed, was coming from the six unsavory-looking thugs in front of him. Therefore, under the premise of ensuring Mo Xi Yao's absolute safety, Chu Yan's vigilance level increased by another notch.

  "Hmph, didn't think you were a softie after all. Don't worry, we brothers were originally just here for the money, but seeing this woman next to you, she's really stunning, such a top-notch beauty I've never had before, so I've decided, today, we're not just asking for money, but also seeking pleasure! Hurry up and hand over all your valuables, phone, wallet, watch, jewelry, don't leave anything behind! Move it!" The young punk was quite skilled at this sort of thing, while Chu Yan naturally wouldn't listen to him, still smiling as he stared at him, his eyes scanning the dark neon surroundings.

  Someone was staring at them, and this time, Chu Yan's feeling was particularly clear. The person hiding in the darkness had revealed an extremely strong killing intent towards him and Mo Xiuyao. In fact, killing intent is a very mysterious thing, only those who have experienced life and death will have an extremely keen sense of this mysterious feeling. And this sense, precisely at the critical moment, can play a decisive role.

  "Hey kid, can't you understand Chinese? Hand over the money quickly!!" Chu Yan's calm demeanor infuriated the robbers, and just as one of them was shouting and charging at Chu Yan with a dagger, another robber behind him suddenly pounced on Mo Xiuyao without warning.

  The dagger in his hand flashed with a cold light and stabbed straight at Mo Xiuyao's chest!