Chapter 649

Chengming felt embarrassed.The singers and actors present didn’t hesitate to play around with those in attendance who were well-known figures. Kissing, feeding, pouring drinks—they did these things s...Chapter 649

Xiao Bai was seriously injured; this was the first time in his life that he had been hurt so badly. This was also the first time Xiao Bai had ever been captured and tortured, and it was the first time someone had violated him. When Mo Yao checked his wounds, he shuddered as he saw some marks on Xiao Bai's body—marks left by the storm.

Xiao Bai was unconscious with blood all over his face; Mo Yao held him tightly, tears welling up in his eyes, "Xiao Bai... Xiao Bai..."

His hoarse call mixed with a tremor of sorrow. He wished he could cut off his own hands; the tip of his nose tingled and tears were about to fall. "Xiao Bai, I'm sorry, Big Brother is wrong, when you wake up, do whatever you want—beat me, scold me, or even kill me..."

The overwhelming despair and regret left him at a loss for what to do; if he could turn back time, he would rather cut off his hand than hit Xiao Bai. He would only look at him tenderly—he wouldn't care who Xiao Bai wanted to beat or kill. If he hadn’t beaten Xiao Bai, this incident wouldn’t have happened.

Mo Yao had given Xiao Bai a blood transfusion; he then did the best possible treatment for his wounds. There were many injuries on Xiao Bai's legs—some from being clawed at and some caused by a knife piercing him—and Mo Yao gritted his teeth in anger. Xiao Bai’s lips were chapped and rough, showing extreme dehydration. Mo Yao slowly poured salt water and glucose into Xiao Bai's mouth; he had brought only small bottles due to the need for light weight, and there wasn't much of either, but it was enough to provide some energy.

Xiao Bai quietly slept with an exhausted look on his face; this was probably the calmest he’d ever been. Mo Yao called out his name repeatedly but couldn’t wake him up, and it broke his heart.

Wu Shuang asked, "Boss, don't waste time in prison, leave as soon as possible."

"Xiao Bai can't walk; I can't take the vent route with him. The only option is to go straight through and change routes. You guys will support us when he wakes up." Mo Yao said briefly; Wu Shuang understood.

The boss had to bring Xiao Bai out straight, which meant they would need to cross the main road where there were over a dozen guards, each one having full view of the main road from their sniper positions. If the boss carried Xiao Bai, he wouldn’t be able to move fast enough, meaning either death or serious injury.

Wu Shuang observed and ordered Feng to go to the second floor of the building on the east side; if there were any clashes when they came out, Feng should take out the snipers first, Wu Shuang would clear up the rest of the defenders, and Yun would guide them away.

Wu Shuang and Feng would cover their retreat. Wu Shuang made a phone call, "Mo Chen, send a helicopter to the airport four kilometers away and start up four military fighter jets in case there's an exchange of fire; wipe out everything here."

Moyao said in the channel, "No, don't make a big commotion. Just send a helicopter. There's no need to cause panic or war. We are going to Mexico. Once we leave U.S. territory, it will be easier to resolve this."

Wushuang thought for a moment and nodded. He then made new arrangements. Yun worriedly asked Moyao, "Boss, is Little White okay Is everything all right"

Moyao didn't answer; how could it possibly be fine But what happened to Little White here, he would never tell anyone else. Heartbroken, he gently brushed away the sweat-soaked hair on Little White's forehead and waited for him to wake up.

The wind suddenly shouted, "Boss, be careful! Two special forces soldiers are heading towards the prison. They'll arrive in ten minutes. You should prepare for evacuation."

Moyao frowned as he picked up the equipment from the floor. He didn't have time to evacuate; Little White hadn't woken up yet and Moyao couldn't take him with him if he left. After some thought, Moyao put on his gear. Time was too tight for him to leave, so he only had enough time to wear sticky gloves and foot covers. Like a cockroach, he stuck himself onto the top of the wall. Fortunately, this wall was high and in darkness, no one noticed him. Moyao let out a slight sigh of relief. The only man who was awake in the prison didn't understand why he did it; when he heard the door creak open, the walls were built very roughly and his sticky equipment wasn't that secure. All Moyao could do was hope for their departure.

However, they rushed towards Little White's cell. One of them held a bottle of alcohol while walking toward Little White’s prison cell with it; once inside, they began to drink. They laughed in an ambiguous and lewd manner as they entered the room. Moyao suddenly realized their intentions: they wanted to wake up Little White and humiliate him by doing what they pleased to him. In this base, there were no women, these special forces soldiers would be stationed here for years without any female companionship, so all sorts of weird things happened in the military camp. Some men even suffered from sexual repression due to their long-term celibacy. They had grown used to seeing big and burly men; occasionally they saw someone as delicate and beautiful as Little White, which naturally made them very fond of him.

Moyao finally understood why they destroyed other people's faces and eyes but left Little White unharmed. Moyao gritted his teeth.

He patted Little White’s face and asked his companion, "Won't he resist today"

"His life is over, resisting won’t help," the man replied.

The drinking soldier threw down his bottle of alcohol and tried to approach them. Moyao silently dropped from above with his legs, pinning the other's head down; still sticking to the wall with both hands, the man raised his head in time for Moyao to use his legs to snap his neck. Moyao landed quietly, holding onto the body as he laid it down gently. Little White clearly saw Moyao and turned pale. Seeing Little White’s fearful and ashamed look made them feel a sense of accomplishment since they were the only ones who could make him show such an expression besides arrogance and mockery. They had even seen him in a state of shame and humiliation, wanting to bury himself somewhere out of embarrassment. When he tried to grab Little White's legs, Moyao patted his shoulder; he looked back with a squawk. Moyao sneered as he stabbed the man through the throat with a short military dagger, spraying blood everywhere. He disposed of another person by dragging their body and placing it next to the other corpse. Little White finally realized something was amiss when he saw this; his wounds were treated and there seemed to be some strength in his body. It appeared that... Moyao had taken care of disposing of the corpses, turned around intending to hold Little White, only for him to roll on the ground and crawl into a shadowy corner, shouting, "Don't touch me."

"Little White..." Moyao called out with concern. Little White looked at him as if he were a frightened bird; all traces of his pride and backbone vanished in front of the enemy, leaving only fear and shame. To be witnessed by Moyao... Why hadn’t Little White died from that knife earlier It would have been better.

Little White was disheveled; he didn't dare to meet Moyao’s gaze but turned his head away, speaking coldly, "Get lost, I don’t need your help. Get lost..." At the end, his fists pounded against the wall tightly.

"Don’t get upset, don’t be so upset. I won't approach you, Little White, I promise not to hurt you," Moyao hurriedly waved his hands, knowing that this time, he had caused too much damage to Little White; whether it was him or the enemy, they all cast a shadow on his soul. He hated himself.

He looked at the hatred Mo Baixue had for him and understood that Baixue should hate him. If it weren’t for him, he wouldn't have ended up in this situation. Given Baixue's cautious nature, he wouldn't have been reduced to such a sorry state.

Baixue was panicked and trembling involuntarily. He shook his head, curling into himself and huddling in the corner while shivering. His eyes were filled with tears due to some physiological reactions, but he didn’t want to cry; however, he couldn't control the side effects of something taking hold within him. Moyao thought Baixue was crying, feeling a sharp pain akin to being slapped hard several times as he watched tears streaming down his cheeks. Baixue couldn't stop shaking and was in great distress and anguish, banging his head against the wall; Moyao rushed over and embraced his head, saying, "Baixue, don’t do this..."

"Get away!" Mo BaiXue snarled, pushing Moyao aside forcefully. Believing that he hadn't moved far enough from him, he kicked Moyao away, causing pain to twist the muscles in his body. Wuxuang knew that Baixue didn’t want to see Moyao at all right now, and she said, "Boss, give BaiXue the headphones; I need to talk to him."

Moyao was reluctant but had no choice but to hand over the headphones to Mo BaiXue. He didn't want to listen to anyone, but Moyao put them on his head forcibly. Wuxuang said gently, "BaiXue, don’t be scared. It’s your big sister here; everything is fine now..."

It was rare for Wuxuang to speak so tenderly with BaiXue. She knew that inside the cell, he must have endured inhuman treatment and was at his most fragile both physically and mentally right then, unable to bear any additional stress.

"BaiXue, come out with Boss; we’ll go home. Can you please talk about this later"

Baixue removed the headphones from his ear and threw them at Moyao, his eyes filled with a deep-seated hatred and determination, "I don’t want your interference or help. I don’t wish to see you either; go away..."

Though he spoke somewhat unclearly, those words came out clearly. Mo BaiXue stared fixedly at Moyao’s hand—the one that had struck him. Moyao felt as if pierced by a thousand arrows. Whatever else BaiXue could forget or let go of, he couldn’t overlook the fact that Moyao had hit him before.

No one else mattered except for this blow from himself, which had stripped BaiXue of his dignity and led to his current state directly.

Moyao subconsciously clenched his right hand tightly, grinding his teeth in pain as Baixue averted his gaze.

The two brothers fell silent. Wuxuang mentioned that BaiXue was emotionally agitated now and suggested they wait until he calmed down before talking to him further; there wouldn’t be anyone going to the prison soon either, so Moyao had plenty of time to stay with him.

Baixue ignored Moyao completely, showing no concern for whether staying too long would lead to trouble. Moyao told Wuxuang he wanted to take off his headphones but was stopped by her; she wouldn’t let him remove them given the unpredictable situation outside. She switched to a private channel and said, "Speak with BaiXue if you have anything to say; only I can hear."

Moyao looked at BaiXue, saying, “If you won't leave, I'll stay here with you. If you want to die, I’ll go with you.”

"It's up to you."墨小白 acted indifferent, but 墨遙 knew that he cared deeply. If he wanted to die, he had many ways to do so; no one could torment him into it. Yet, he did not die.

Little White knew that if he died after receiving a slap from him, his life would be like that of a zombie, unable to unravel the knot in their hearts. He would live in nightmares for the rest of his days and possibly go mad. So despite all the pain and suffering, he endured.

墨遙 said, "Little White, I shouldn't have hit you that day. Please, no matter how much you hate me, can we talk about this outside Even if it means chopping off my hand."

"Go ahead then." 墨小白 hid in the shadows and didn't even look at him; 無雙 was worried he might really do it out of impulse. 墨遙 said, "No, not now. I still need to use my hands to get you out. Once we're out, I'll chop off my hand as an apology then."

"Do it now."

"No!"

"Then leave! If you don't, I’ll call for help. Everyone will know you’re here and see if they can make you go."

他發了狠，墨遙說，“你喊吧，把所有人都叫來，我死在這裡陪你。”

He was dead serious, 墨遙 said, "Go ahead then. Call everyone; I'll die here with you."

墨小白 sneered but didn't say anything.

墨遙 explained what happened that day: "That day, I lost control and hit you out of anger. 白柳 was injured so badly, no matter what he said, it wasn’t right for me to hit him. Anyone who saw would be furious; I couldn't stop myself from hitting you. But my temper should have been directed inwardly at myself, not at you."

小白's emotions were fragile now, especially at this moment. So 墨遙 spoke in a way he never had before – with unprecedented tenderness and humility, trying his best to make him feel relaxed and taking all the blame upon himself. He wanted 小白 to forgive him temporarily so that they could leave together.

Otherwise, if he couldn't persuade 小白 to leave, he would rather die alongside him – especially after witnessing this side of 小白. Before, even though he didn’t want to die, seeing how much 小白 wanted to now was unbearable.

He absolutely could not let such a thing happen.ou know how he works, he picks his own roles. It won’t help talking to me, Director Lin might not listen to my advice anyway. Otherwise, if I asked a sow to play the role, wouldn't that ruin their fil...