Chapter 3: The Hero Saves the Beauty and Gets Injured

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Li Mo rushed out from behind the cover like an arrow released from a bow. Without hesitation, he raised his pistol, the dark muzzle resembling the eye of death, firmly aimed at the shoulder of Wang Ze’s gun-holding hand. At the same moment, Wang Ze desperately pulled the trigger, but all that responded was a hollow clang, like a hammer striking an empty barrel.

The bullet fired from Li Mo’s pistol seemed to have eyes of its own, striking Wang Ze’s shoulder with deadly precision.

Wang Ze let out a dull grunt, his pistol slipping from his grasp like a kite cut loose from its string.

Gritting his teeth, Li Mo struggled to control the storm of excitement and tension raging within him. He pointed his gun at Wang Ze and shouted hoarsely, “Hands on your head, squat down and don’t move, or I’ll keep shooting!”

Behind him, Zheng Tao, having snapped out of his shock, charged forward like a fierce leopard. His baton flashed like lightning as he struck Wang Ze fiercely.

Wang Ze still tried to resist, but one of his arms had lost strength from the gunshot wound. Like a soft-bodied creature with its backbone removed, he was quickly subdued by Zheng Tao.

Li Mo stepped forward swiftly, kicking Wang Ze’s pistol far away, then helped Zheng Tao handcuff him. Only after finishing did he pull out an evidence bag and carefully pick up the spent shell casing from the bullet he had just fired.

“Master, we’ve caught him,” Li Mo said, his face blooming with a radiant smile like spring flowers.

Yet he did not relax, still gripping his pistol, cautiously approaching Chen Xi, who was tied to the sofa, as if facing a grave threat.

Step by step, he reached the sofa and gently untied the ropes binding Chen Xi, like unwrapping a precious gift.

Only then did Li Mo truly see the provincial governor’s daughter for the first time.

In his past life, Li Mo had only seen Chen Xi through photos after the fact; she had seemed like an iceberg—cold, aloof, and unapproachable.

But now, Chen Xi’s slightly reddened eyes resembled ripe cherries, tear streaks on her cheeks glistened like dewdrops, and the lingering terror in her gaze was like a frightened fawn, evoking an immediate sense of pity and tenderness.

She looked at Li Mo, about to thank him, but he suddenly turned away, his gaze sharp and fixed on the pyramid-topped eye emblem on the TV wall.

Chen Xi instantly felt awkward; the words of gratitude stuck in her throat, and she stomped her feet in frustration.

Li Mo ignored her completely, his face dark and heavy as a sky thick with storm clouds.

In his memory, after Wang Ze committed his heinous crimes, he vanished like a ghost, leaving behind only this mysterious symbol, as if it had never existed in the world.

Returning to duty, Li Mo pursued Wang Ze’s whereabouts like a relentless hound.

It was nearly ten years later that Li Mo uncovered the terrifying truth behind the emblem—a notorious international assassin organization!

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