Mated at First Sight
Chapter 472 - 329: Bloodletting vs Heartache (Third Update)_2

Chapter 472: Chapter 329: Bloodletting vs Heartache (Third Update)_2

From a short distance behind Mu Lin, Mo Yinfan glanced sideways. Soon, Mo Qian’s figure also disappeared into the conference hall. Mu Lin’s eyes flickered, but she didn’t say anything.

She had already let the person go, so whether that person lived or died was no longer her concern. It was their own life at stake. If they could escape from Mo Qian’s clutches, then good for them.

As for the others, Mu Lin turned to Ren Laifeng, "Go get me a kettle to boil water." Ren Laifeng turned around and soon returned with a stainless steel kettle. All three of them went into a nearby lounge.

After a little while, the water temperature gradually increased. Mu Lin took out two different-colored pills from a small porcelain bottle and dropped them in. She then took out a silver needle from her bag, nicked her fingertip, and let drops of bright red blood fall into the kettle. The blood immediately mixed with the now-gray antidote potion inside, disappearing without a trace.

Mu Lin’s blood is the best catalyst for making antidotes.

Mo Yinfan subconsciously stepped forward, "Mu Lin!" He hadn’t expected her to use her own blood in the antidote. Watching the blood drip into the kettle, Mo Yinfan’s heart ached, and his eyes turned colder.

Ren Laifeng was also amazed. If Jing Chen saw this, he would probably be worried sick about her. As for the weird man wearing the unusual mask, Ren Laifeng trusted Jing Chen’s words, handling him would have been incredibly easy.

It was an inexplicable not often seen trust.

However, if Jing Chen had been here, the situation would undoubtedly have been different. Perhaps it would have ended already, or maybe most of the people in the hall would already be dead.

While no one could understand Jing Chen’s thoughts, one thing was certain - Jing Chen would never let that woman go. On this point, Mo Yinfan and Jing Chen shared the same sentiment.

After some time, Mu Lin withdrew her hand and sucked on the wound until no more blood came out. She then turned to Ren Laifeng, "Done, give them this. Get some cups and let each one of them have a sip."

What a waste of her blood. If it weren’t inconvenient to make this antidote, she certainly wouldn’t have used her own blood among the other two antidote pills.

On the other side, the woman hadn’t stepped out of the hotel when Mo Qian stopped her near the eighteenth floor elevator. It seemed like something important had been left on this floor.

"You?" The woman recognized Mo Qian. She could perceive his disposition and aura. This man was a threat - otherwise, she would have taken a shot at Mo Yinfan as well.

Because of Mo Yinfan, the reputation and prestige of their organization and its leader were damaged. She couldn’t put up with it.

It was their organization’s first mission failure.

The woman cautiously watched Mo Qian "Why did you follow me here if she had let go of me?" Was this the kind of person the Poison Doctor was, finding it amusing how thrifty she was?

He coldly watched her, as Mo Qian replied, "While Mu Lin may have let you go, do you think you can just come and stir things up at our major meeting in the Municipal Bureau of Ming City and actually get away with it?" They didn’t think so little of Ming City and its officials.

Normally he would not elaborate much, but somehow, he ended up delivering a considerably lengthy speech.

"What do you want to do?" The woman leaned slightly backward, looking for an opportunity to escape.

"Hand yourself over to our Mayor, dead or alive." Mo Qian understood the intent behind Mo Yinfan’s gaze. Although Mu Lin agreed to spare the woman, given the eye she was casting at Mu Lin, it would only lead to more trouble in the future. Why not nip the problem in the bud?

Dead or alive! As soon as the words were out, Mo Qian launched himself at the woman. Surprisingly, her dodging skills were rather commendable. Mo Qian hadn’t expected it to take so much effort to catch her.

Mo Qian attacked relentlessly, giving no quarter. As soon as the woman revealed her true face, she pushed forward, evacuating the entire eighteenth floor. Now, there was no one left in the entire hallway, nor any noises to attract attention.

Driven back, the woman had no choice but to retreat. Despite her high speed, she had suffered several hits from Mo Qian. Blood seeped out from the corner of her mouth. While Mo Qian gradually closed in, she somehow managed to throw a handful of powder at him.

Trapped in the confined space, Mo Qian involuntarily inhaled some of the powder. Momentarily distracted, he found the woman already gone by the time he managed to regain all his faculties.

With a chilling glance at the descending elevator, Mo Qian took out a pill from his pocket and swallowed it. Sneering coldly, he turned around and left.

If she can be caught, then it doesn’t matter whether she’s dead or alive. If not, then don’t push a desperate enemy. According to Mo Yinfan, the most crucial thing now is the people in the banquet hall on the sixth floor.

By the time Mo Qian returned to the sixth floor, the agonized expressions on everyone’s faces had considerably softened. Silently, he returned to Mo Yinfan’s side and shook his head slowly.

Failure!

Mo Yinfan felt slightly discouraged, but he didn’t care much. So, he failed. He was convinced that whatever Mu Lin fed that woman was something exceptionally "effective." In that case, why waste it?