The scene was set in a gambling hall. A man sat on the sofa, hidden in the darkness except for his eyes, which glinted with a cold, bloodthirsty light as he stared intently at the hall. Suddenly, a figure rushed in from the entrance, looking like a thug with a rare expression of shame on his face. He stood before the man, head bowed.
"I'm sorry, Mo Jin, I couldn't find him," he said.
"Worthless!" The man's explosive roar shook the entire room. He stood up and strode over to the man, his imposing presence making the thug unable to look up at him, even in the darkness.
"Just now, my informant reported that Qian Hu has returned..." The thug reported truthfully, but his voice was as small as a mosquito.
If Qian Hu had returned, things would become complicated!
"Then proceed with the plan," the man said, his cold eyes piercing into the thug.
The thug's expression changed slightly. He immediately knelt on one knee before the man and said, "Mo Jin, you and Qian Hu have a deep grudge. You can't go alone. Let me take my brothers to find Qian Hu and get the person back. He will give me some face."
If the two sides clashed, both would suffer. But if Mo Jin went, it would be like walking into a trap!
"Do as I say!" A hint of ruthlessness appeared on Mo Jin's lips.
In a dark dungeon, a thin figure lay on the ground like a pile of mud, her ankles bound with heavy chains. She was barely conscious, and the cold and damp air surrounded her. But the burning sensation inside her body made her feel like millions of ants were gnawing on her bones, causing her great discomfort.
She tried to open her eyes, and what she saw was several fierce and drooling wolves in the distance, their breaths heavy and rough, surrounding her.
Through the iron bars, one could vaguely see another cell with a bloodied figure hanging inside. Unable to make out his face, the only thing that could be felt was the scent of death in the air.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew and a dark figure descended from the sky, blocking their view. The next moment, a warm sensation touched her cheek and she saw the handsome and cold features of a man reflected in her eyes.
Unconsciously, she leaned towards him, her eyes flickering like a candle flame, and an inexplicable desire ignited from the depths of her heart. Her hand uncontrollably groped his strong chest.
"Tang Yutong! Stay awake," the voice in her ear was like a burst of firecrackers, making her brain even more muddled.
Mo Jin quickly unlocked the shackles on her ankles and was relieved to see that her clothes were not violated. He grabbed her restless hand and noticed the bloodstain on her forehead, his black eyes filled with a surge of anger and a hint of tenderness.
Carefully holding her in his arms, he prepared to leave when suddenly the rope hanging in the air dropped. A sinister and eerie laughter echoed in the air.
"Hahaha, Mr. Mo, you are not welcome here, but since you are here, let's have some fun before you leave!"
In an instant, the crowd on the second floor of the cell surged, and the howls of the vicious wolves became even more ferocious as they pulled and tugged on the iron chains that bound them.
In front of the second-floor window, Qian Hu held a loudspeaker, his face twisted with a crazy and lewd smile, his eyes filled with pride and hatred. "Mr. Mo, long time no see!"
"What, do you want me to blind your other eye too?"
Mo Jin remained as cold and indifferent as ever, but the hidden killing intent in his sharp eyes was almost palpable. "Her injury will be avenged with your life," he said with just one sentence, causing Qian Hu to take a step back in fear.
Realizing the distance between her and Mo Jin, Qian Hu regained his composure and sneered, "Don't you see your own situation? You want me to pay with my life? Take care of the beauty in your arms first, for she drank the wine laced with a potent drug! If you don't release your anger, she will... die!"
Mo Jin raised an eyebrow, a hint of contempt in his eyes as if he had seen through Qian Hu's intentions. "What do you want?" he asked coldly.
"It's not about what I want, but what you, Mr. Mo, want," Qian Hu replied with a sinister smile. "If you want to take her away, I'll gouge out your eyes. Otherwise, you and your beauty will become a feast for the wolves. She's already so hungry and thirsty that she won't even feel the pain of being torn apart."
At that moment, Tang Yutong was completely consumed by the drug, her eyes glazed and her fair face slightly flushed. Her pink tongue lightly licked her dry lips, a subtle movement that undoubtedly ignited the man's lust.
"You have five minutes to consider," Qian Hu continued, "These wolves haven't been fed for days and won't hesitate to attack. Mr. Mo, are you afraid of pain? Maybe you should take some aphrodisiac too. Who knows, a movie about humans and wolves could sell for a high price overseas!"
"What if I say no?" Mo Jin responded calmly, his tone casual but with a cold arrogance befitting a king.
Enraged by the man's nonchalant attitude, Qian Hu snapped, "Then you can go to hell!"
As she spoke, the dungeon mechanism was activated, and the shackles restraining the wolves were released. In an instant, the wolves rushed forward, ready to attack.