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"Then you know why he wants to dispose of you, right?" Hearing Mo Wen's words, Gong Shangnan was not angry; instead, he felt a sense of joy. His status within the Gong Family was low, and he had never felt a sense of belonging there. No matter how harsh Mo Wen's words were, he remained indifferent. What brought him joy now was that this person was exactly who he had been looking for—He Er Gou.
"I don't know. You tell me. Since he waited until I woke up to act, it must mean he has some instructions. I'm all ears." After receiving a positive answer, Mo Wen realized that his previous assumptions were unfounded. He did not feel nervous; it was useless to be anxious about what had already happened. Besides, even if he were to be disposed of, he still had a backup plan. As long as his life was intact, everything else was manageable. What worried him now was Xiao Hei. Ever since waking up, he hadn't seen Xiao Hei. Fortunately, both he and Xiao Hei had practiced the Locking God Technique given by the Old Qilin. This unique Kung Fu allowed them to establish a connection, enabling them to sense whether the other was alive and to gauge their approximate distance and direction based on the strength of that connection. From what he could tell, Xiao Hei should not be nearby, which relieved Mo Wen. As for Xiao Hei coming to rescue him, that was out of the question; as long as Xiao Hei was safe, that was enough.
"Well, you need to listen carefully. He wants you to understand that there are some things you cannot touch and will never have the chance to touch. Therefore, he intends to end all of this but cannot allow you to die." Gong Shangnan wasn't sure what Gong Junyan meant; although his words weren't exact, they conveyed the same idea.
"What is it that I can't touch? I’ve only met this Gong Junyan once and haven't touched anything related to him. Besides, I have no such inclinations." Mo Wen was puzzled; he couldn't grasp what Gong Junyan meant by that.
"That's what he said. As for what you've touched, you should know." Gong Shangnan admitted that he wasn't one for gossip and wasn't particularly interested in these matters. Looking at the young man named He Er Gou in front of him, it seemed like he had completely forgotten about what Young Master Junyan cared about.
"Now you've made me even more confused. Since we've already wasted so much time, what's another moment? Break it down for me—what exactly did he mean?" Mo Wen furrowed his brow; he couldn't understand why people from such powerful families could be so petty after all these years.
"Perhaps it's a woman, but I don't care about such things. The message has been delivered; maybe you can ask him later—but you won't have the chance." Although Gong Shangnan had been away from the family for many years, he still knew well enough what those talents in the family liked. After saying this, Gong Shangnan prepared to take action; he no longer wanted to wait.
"Wait! I have a request." Mo Wen hurriedly called out to stop Gong Shangnan from moving forward. He had come to understand why Gong Junyan had gone through so much trouble to find him and had also begun to speculate about the identity of this cloaked figure.
"What? Are you afraid?" To Gong Shangnan's eyes, no one wanted to face being disposed of—He Er Gou was no exception.
"Of course I'm afraid; how could I not be? But what I want to say is that if you're going to act, do it thoroughly so that I have no chance of recovery. Otherwise, not only will your Young Master be dissatisfied, but I will be too." Mo Wen had made up his mind; if they were going to dispose of him, they should do it completely.
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