Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 188 Our Mu Family’s Genes Are Very Good

Chapter 188: Chapter 188 Our Mu Family’s Genes Are Very Good

Fu Shiyan’s face was solemn, "I’m going to say it."

Mu Shaoze stared straight at the other person, "Go ahead."

"I’m really going to say it."

Mu Shaoze’s patience was being strung out, "Hurry up and say it."

"Curiosity killed the cat," Fu Shiyan curved the corner of his lips.

Mu Shaoze wanted to sharpen a knife right now and hack this old man to pieces.

Fu Shiyan cleared his throat.

Mu Shaoze raised his hand to stop him, "I don’t want to know anymore."

Fu Shiyan took a sip of hot water, feeling much more comfortable in the stomach, and said word by word, "An Yan is the Mu Family’s Little Five."

Mu Shaoze snorted, "I thought it was something big, isn’t it just that An Yan is the Mu Family’s Little Five."

After finishing, the smile at the corner of his lips stiffened.

He opened his eyes incredulously, "An Yan is my little sister?"

Fu Shiyan nodded.

Mu Shaoze jumped up, his hands clutching his hair as he paced back and forth, "Oh my god! This is too fantastical! An Yan is my sister, which means Lone Wolf is my sister. Sure enough, our Mu family’s genes are all excellent."

Fu Shiyan: "..."

Mu Shaoze glanced at Fu Shiyan, "From now on, you have to call me ’Fourth Brother.’ Why don’t you try saying it and let me hear."

Fu Shiyan looked at the other’s smug appearance, feeling a little regret at having told him.

After being pleased for quite a while, Mu Shaoze asked, "How did you find out?"

"A few days ago, the second brother did a DNA test, the first time someone tampered with it, the second time it was confirmed."

Mu Shaoze berated Mu Boyan for lacking martial virtue, having kept this from him for so long.

These past few days he had even complained about Lone Wolf stealing his business and swindling his money. If he had known it was his own little sister, then it would be fine for her to steal and swindle as she pleased.

After his excitement, he looked at Fu Shiyan with disdain, "If it weren’t for the fact that you married my sister early, I would never agree to you, an old ox eating tender grass."

The corner of Fu Shiyan’s mouth twitched violently, thankfully they hadn’t divorced, otherwise An Yan’s four brothers might have had him killed.

At the private airport in New Delhi State, a luxury jet landed on the runway.

An Yan got off the airplane, followed by the captain Zhuo Sang who carried her backpack.

Zhuo Sang opened the door of the off-road vehicle’s cockpit and placed the backpack on the front passenger seat.

An Yan settled into the seat, rolled down the window, "Zhuo Sang, just stay at the airport and wait for my orders."

"Yes, Miss."

Because of the time difference, it was eleven o’clock at noon in New Delhi at the moment.

The burning sun scorched the earth, and the heatwave hit people’s faces, causing annoyance and restlessness.

An Yan was dressed in a black short-sleeved shirt, army green work pants, and black Martin boots, her dark hair fashioned into a fishbone braid hanging in front of her chest.

She put on sunglasses and stepped on the accelerator, speeding away.

There are three small towns in New Delhi State: Tulsa, Jinge, and Fi Tower.

Bi Zhan’s incident happened back in Tulsa, a place that still caused her heartache whenever she thought about it.

The message she received was that Michael’s hideaway was in Jinge, so she headed towards the direction of Jinge at the fork after leaving the airport.

People of every skin color could be found in New Delhi State, but the majority were fair-skinned, and most of them made a living by trafficking contraband, leading to chaotic public security.

If you want to survive in this place, you need to become such a person.

An Yan’s wristwatch emitted a beeping sound.

She swiped to answer.

"Mo, where are you?"

"About to take the highway down to Jinge, about an hour’s drive away from entering the town."

"Michael is now in Vegas Casino Town, our man is at the table."

An Yan narrowed her eyes, "Just feed him for now, don’t let him leave, I’ll get there as fast as I can."

"Okay," An Yan pressed down harder on the accelerator, and the car shot out like an arrow from a bow.

Vegas Casino Town was bustling with crowds.

The croupiers, dressed in bikinis, swayed their bodies in front of the gambling tables, constantly casting flirtatious glances at the gamblers while dealing cards.

A man with a buzz cut and a scar on his face, cigar in mouth, pondered over the cards in his hand.

He pushed all his chips into the pot. "I’ll call."

Soon, half of the players dropped out, and gradually the rest followed.

The man won big and was in a particularly good mood.

Two playboy bunnies made passes at him, and he was not one to decline. He pulled them into his embrace, one sitting on each leg, hugging them from both sides, couldn’t be prouder.

The women whispered something in the man’s ear, and he laughed heartily, "Then tonight, you two better take good care of me."

After patting the women’s buttocks, they stood up, and the man also got up, ready to leave.

At that moment, a woman in a black, form-fitting dress walked in, her long black hair cascading to her waist, wearing a fox mask.

The man’s eyes were instantly drawn to her, swallowing hard at the sight of her glistening red lips.

He sat back down, facing the woman across the table.

The woman flirtatiously tossed her hair.

A waiter delivered a tray of chips to her, easily worth five million.

The woman spread the chips in front of her and nodded to the croupier.

The croupier began to deal.

The man’s gaze was fixed on the woman, and soon he had lost half of his chips on the table.

The woman had won about four million and decided to cash in while ahead.

She had someone exchange her chips for cash and walked away, swaying her tender waist.

The man had his subordinates exchange his chips and followed the woman’s footsteps.

After the woman exchanged her chips and transferred the money to her card, she turned around to find the man leaning against the wall, looking at her.

The woman curved her lips into a smile and walked towards the exit, pressing the elevator button and stepping inside, followed by the man.

The man moved closer, his hand reaching around the woman’s waist.

The woman wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, and suddenly, a silver needle appeared in her fingertips, plunging directly into him.

The man’s eyes widened, and his body quickly went limp.

The elevator doors opened, and the woman helped him out, and after entering the room, she forcefully kicked the man to the ground.

There was a rhythmic knocking at the door. The woman went back and opened it.

A petite girl burst in, excitement on her face, "Mo, I’ve missed you so much."

An Yan took off her mask, smiling as she hugged her, "Teng Rui, long time no see."

Teng Rui asked, "Did you get him?"

An Yan glanced at the man on the floor and shook her head, "He’s not Michael. Wearing a human skin mask, he’s just a stand-in."

Teng Rui frowned, "Does that mean we’ve been exposed?"

"Maybe. We need to interrogate him in the shortest time possible," An Yan patted her shoulder, "Let’s go."

Teng Rui apologized profusely.

An Yan reassured her, "I’ve been looking for him for two years now. He’s always been very cunning. You’ve done your best. Don’t worry, we’ll find him."

An Yan squatted down in front of the man and said, "If the silver needle stays in your neck for another ten minutes, you’ll be paralyzed from the neck down, and it’s irreversible. If you don’t want to end up disabled, you’ll need to answer my questions. Blink if you agree."

The man blinked and An Yan removed the silver needle from his neck.

It was only then that the man began to sputter some sounds.

"This place is dangerous."

A red line streaked by, An Yan pushed Teng Rui aside and dragged the man toward cover.

The windows shattered with a loud bang, followed by several gunshots.