906: 906、Huo Yunting, Lu Zhaoyang, I’ll make sure you pay.

906、Huo Yunting, Lu Zhaoyang, I’ll make sure you pay.

Qiu Jin then took out her phone to contact Mo Shan. In one minute, she got the response as she nodded at Xiang Jinxi, "Mo Shan will make her departure immediately."0

"Okay." Xiang Jinxi reached for the glass of wine and did a toast with a raising tone, "Today will not be a peaceful day for them, but it'll be a wonderful day for celebrations."

Holding her glass too, Qiu Jin smiled back at him out of courtesy and an overflowing love which she tried holding.

"You can celebrate anytime you want after this." 

"Yeah, I agree." Xiang Jinxi spoke confidently.

"Huo Yunting will finally lose this time!" 

I don't think you or the author can come up with anything to make a turnabout out of this!

　　——

Lu Zhaoyang, as reported before, had left the hospital early in the morning, And she had informed the nurses to take good care of her daughter in the incubator before that. To avoid any complication, she even asked her two bodyguards to look after the baby in the dark.

Huo Yunting, her husband, had been very busy for the past few days. She wanted to help, urging to be discharged as soon as possible but Huo Yunting insisted on handling the work alone. 

"What are you working on these days?"

"It's okay, I can do it myself." 

Well, I don't want to influence Huo Yunting on making any decision. Still, I have to know what's going on in Thunderbolt now—to calm myself at least. Like, I haven't been able to sleep or to eat properly for the past week!

Little did the mother know that, the moment she left the glass door at the entrance, a strangely dressed woman came in on her wheelchair.

A dark scarf covered her lifeless legs while there was a grey roundish fur hat on her head. No one could tell her look when the mask covered half of her face with her piercing gaze lustred in hatred.

"H-Huo Yunting…L-Lu Zhaoyang…" The voice rang hoarsely while her eyes were bloodshot. 

"Isn't it surprising? I, Mo Shan, am still alive. HAH!" 

And I remember every single thing you have done to me that year, Huo Yunting.

No way I can forget about that. Not even DEATH! 

You think you have won, Lu Zhaoyang. You think having my legs amputated could erase me from existence but here I am. Even god is standing on my side!

MY SIDE! 

I have the chance to avenge myself, even if I'm clearly being used by Xiang Jinxi, I DON'T CARE!

As long as Huo Yunting and Lu Zhaoyang live in agony, I would do anything.

ANYTHING!

She then dialed the only number on a phone given by Qiu Jin, it was to contact the man assigned by Xiang Jinxi to assist her.

"Let's go." A young man walked out from the dim emergency staircase. 

"Do as I say and you'll have what you want." Mo Shan said lethargically yet spite fueled her words as the man nodded, "It might take some time, Miss Mo. But it won't take too long." 

He then picked the pathway to the side door that stretched to the backdoor of the hospital. 

Mo Shan rubbed her plastic legs—a mere prosthetic no longer able to feel pain and warmth.

Behind her mask, she ground her teeth.

"Huo Yunting, Lu Zhaoyang, I'll make sure you two pay the price!" 

"Hehehehe…" She snickered and retreated to a quiet corner. 

"Hahahahahahahaha!" 

　　——

Meanwhile, at another base towards the southwest of the city…

Eric was preparing for the meeting with the bigshots. It was a very secluded area, so secluded that not even the locals could find it without a detailed map.

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