Chapter 698:

e had been well-fed and looked healthier, but after working hard for some time, he would slim down again. She just wanted to keep this moment as a memory. After taking the photo, Warm showed it to Fei...Chapter 698

Moyao took Lei to go on a cruise, with four people protecting him from behind. As soon as they arrived at the pier, he saw a middle-aged British man coming towards them and shaking hands with Moyao with a smile. This was a rather honest-looking man who didn't seem threatening in any way. Who would have thought that this person controlled half of Europe's drug market Moyao had dealings with him because the Mafia also dealt in drugs during their early years, so it was inevitable for them to interact. By the time Mo Ye and Mo Juan were involved, they already knew people from the European drug market. Thus, by Mo Ye's generation, relationships shifted.

Fass mainly did business in drugs but recently wanted to venture into weapons trading. For smuggling networks, the Mafia was the most stable option; naturally, he thought of Moyao. Those who do business don't care about industries—whichever one is profitable is the one they'll play with. Moyao was no exception. He also had an interest in the arms trade market, but since terrorist organizations were already making large profits from it, he didn't want to get involved anymore later on. If it was helping someone cover up transportation or smuggling, then this business he could still do.

After exchanging pleasantries, the two got on board and went to the main hall of the cruise ship to talk about business. As soon as they sat down, Fass clapped his hands and a handsome man carrying XO wine came in. His tight-fitting body was slender and straight, with a neat and clear appearance.

Moyao was taken aback, remembering this man whom he had seen in Rome. That day when he went to the bar with Bai Liu and saw the assassin, it was him. He didn't expect that this man would appear on the yacht.

Moyao sat quietly, pursing his lips as he looked at him. The man didn't seem very old and spoke little. After placing down the wine, he sat beside Fass, who patted his face and laughed, telling him to serve Moyao.

Moyao raised his hand and said coolly, "I'm not interested in men."

Fass was stunned, then burst into laughter. The man also smiled charmingly, coiling around like a snake, lying down beside Moyao with slender fingers lightly patting on his chest as if playing the piano.

"Godfather, am I not worthy to serve you"

Moyao remained unmoved and glared coldly at Feis. "I have urgent matters today; once we finish talking, I'll leave immediately. Who is this person If he's unrelated, please ask him to leave."

Feis chuckled and said, "Do you see any resemblance"

Moyao frowned. He had been distracted all day and hadn't used his brain much. Previously, he thought the man looked familiar but couldn't recall where he'd seen him; it was only after Feis mentioned it that he felt there was a resemblance.

He didn't want to solve riddles and waited for Feis to reveal the answer. Feis said, "You should remember Riley, this is his adopted son. He's been secretly controlling France’s cultural smuggling market since he disposed of Riley, who you personally promoted."

Moyao recalled that person too. Riley was a Frenchman and an expert in cultural smuggling. The Mafia also engaged in such activities, although it wasn't their primary business; nevertheless, it contributed significantly to their profits. Moyao had eliminated the original boss to better control Europe's black market because he was arrogant and disobedient. He then promoted Riley, who was compliant and easy to manipulate. This man served as a puppet, doing little but being obedient.

Moyao and Moychen both valued such individuals; in these times, it was rare to find subordinates so willing to comply, especially considering that this person was the head of an organized crime syndicate. Yet within just two years, Riley had been eliminated, supposedly due to internal strife among his family members. This man had no biological children but adopted several stepsons who were vying for power and subsequently brought him down. As a result, Moyao and Moychen found new replacements and abandoned their dealings with this criminal organization.

Moyao thought the man looked familiar not because he resembled Riley; rather, he'd seen the boy at a Mafia meeting before. Back then, the boy had been rebellious but harbored resentment towards him, which was typical of such meetings. Moyao found these kinds of glances commonplace and didn't think anything unusual about them.

"What are you doing here" Mo Yue asked in a serious tone. The man gave him a seductive smile, and Fei said that this time the arms market was mainly planned by himself and this man; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to handle it on his own. Mo Yue never liked cooperating with competitors, so he narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Fei's concealment. Fei just smiled, and then the man said, "Whether you do business with Fei or me, it’s still doing business. What is the difference Money doesn’t differentiate between people."

Mo Yue sneered coldly, "I’m not in need of money, so I pick my partners carefully. You don't have that qualification."

The handsome man's smile was chilling and sinister as he said coldly, "If I don’t qualify, does it mean you think I lack the guts"

Provocation tactics were almost useless on Mo Yue; Mo Yue said, "Put away your tricks. I’m not buying them. Fei, we’ve known each other for many years, and yet you set a trap for me You’re brave enough!"

Moshe Fey hurriedly stood up to stop Mo Yue as he got up from his seat; "Mo Yue, I didn’t mean any malice. It’s just one business deal."

"I won't do business with someone who can kill even his own father," Mo Yue said coldly, checking the time on his watch and making to leave. A man sitting leisurely on a sofa suddenly gave a bewitching smile and asked, "Godfather, do you know why I killed Riley"

Mo Yue frowned and said, "I’m not interested in your father-killing reasons."

"He’s not my father," the man said with an eerie laugh. He looked at Mo Yue again with a trace of hatred; faintly visible but quickly vanishing. "In your life, you’ve killed so many people that you probably don’t remember how many died from your gunshots."

Moyao narrowed his eyes, about to respond when the phone suddenly rang. Xiaobai called, "Boss, where are you It's already time; have you managed to get back"

His voice sounded a bit anxious. Moyao absent-mindedly thought that perhaps Xiaobai was worried he wouldn't make it in time for his wedding. However, with such urgency, Moyao calmly replied, "I still need to sort out some details; you guys go ahead first, I'll be there shortly."

"Are you okay"

"I'm fine!" It was clear that Moyao did not want to waste time. He hung up the call and coldly stared at the man, "Who are you What do you intend to do"

Xiaobai and others proceeded to the venue; there were only half an hour left until the scheduled time. Xiaobai's anxiety was growing, his heart racing beyond its normal rhythm. Why hadn't Moyao shown up yet

Unable to bear it any longer, Xiaobai made another call. When Moyao picked up, before Xiaobai could ask anything, Moyao said, "What’s the rush I’m on my way back..."

Right as Xiaobai breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly heard a gunshot; Moyao's voice abruptly stopped.

Xiaobai hurriedly shouted, "Boss... Brother!"sion stations were quite strong as well—MBS International and ATV Satellite, for instance, had excellent ratings.Ratings aside, selling to Anning would have a significant promotional advantage.This ap...