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When Mo Jue woke up, Ye Wei had quickly stabilized the situation. The terrorist organization honored its word and pulled out of all the conflict zones an hour later. As Ye Wei had said, they took the first step to achieving peace.

"What do you mean?" Mo Jue's gaze became solemn, looking at her coldly.

Ye Wei, with arms akimbo, raised her eyebrows and casually said, "You have an opinion on that? This is the best possible ending where nobody attacks anybody else. What is the point of going toe-to-toe against each other day in and day out?"

Mo Jue silently raged, and Ye Wei knew he was enraged.

While most of his decisions were not rejected, Ye Wei only took her chance and used the time he was knocked out to resolve this impasse before he could. If Mo Jue had to resolve the impasse, he would not resolve it as such.

He would really give it his all against the terrorist organization regardless of casualties.

Mo Ye's life in the balance left him in the madness that engulfed him.

She could understand how this utterly filial brother cared for his brother and how he wanted to seek justice for him. She, however, could not allow him to have his way. She absolutely could not!

All she could do was to quell the conflict and not further aggravate it.

The Mafia took a loss and hit the terrorist organization especially aggressively, causing substantial damage to the latter. Things had flared up to the point Chu Li had to personally step in to resolve it.

If the conflict continued, they would perhaps be able to win against the Mafia at the expense of half of their power and be unable to keep the international underworld actors and the drug lords in check.

While the terrorist organization was the top dog in the underworld, many wanted to take them down and stake their share of the underworld. Many were watching the terrorist organization and the Mafia fight each other to a bloody standstill and lose most of their strength before taking down the painstaking foundations the terrorist organization and the Mafia had built up over many years in a single, unified strike.

They sat the conflict out and collected its spoils.

Many such people were present.

Men, especially those like Chu Li, Jason, Mo Jue, and their ilk would get into a conflict without regard for anything. The anguish from the conflict got the better of them, and the deep misgivings could simply no longer be resolved. Mo Ye's mishap accelerated the escalation of what were once low-key hostilities and the collapse of the false peace that both parties strived to create.

Everything spun out of control.

The terrorist organization was full of talent, and the Mafia was not to be trifled with as people like Wind, Cloud, Lightning, and Thunder were no regular joes and were worth their salt. Mo Ye himself had exceptional talent under himself.

Amongst them was Birmingham, whose intelligence-gathering capabilities were so formidable to the point Ye Wei had never seen before.

If Mo Jue was serious about taking down the terrorist organization, he would definitely pull them down in spite of being defeated and create an outcome that could not be salvaged.

"I disagree!" Mo Jue stated. He could only vent his anger on the other party.

He had a vicious look that was exceptionally malicious. His stunning demeanor emanated a bloodthirsty and violent aura. He was like a demon whose mouth was wide open, awaiting tribute.

Ye Wei smiled gorgeously and sounded even more easy-going. She looked at Mo Jue and said, "You don't agree? Then, think about this. I took pains to quell the mess we're in, and you dare to tell me you disagree? Do you think that I'm f***ing free and have nothing on my plate? I must have been blind enough to do all that planning and thinking for you. If you're not grateful, so be it. Mo Jue dearest, if you dare to throw a spanner into my works, say that once again and wait for me to waste you!"

She sounded extremely vicious but smiled so gorgeously to the point Cloud, who was watching from aside, was lost for words. To be able to say all these despite how she looked was utterly baffling.

It was afraid she was the only person in the Mafia who dared to speak to Mo Jue in this manner. Mo Jue, unlike Mo Ye, was much more solemn and unable to tolerate nonsense, much more cryptic and vicious. Most were afraid of this second master, and even if the somewhat nonsensical Birmingham, who would act all nonsensical as brazenly before Mo Ye, would never dare to be this presumptuous before Mo Jue as though nothing would happen if Mo Jue got angry.

"Are you sure you are really doing it for me?" Mo Jue coldly smiled with a hint of mockery as he squinted.

Ye Wei squinted and a cold gaze flashed through them. She suddenly picked up an antique vase and smashed it at Mo Jue. "Mo Jue, say that one more f***ing time!"

Mo Jue lifted his hand up and swept the vase away against the wall. The vase smashed against the wall, startling Cloud. Goodness! One ought not to be this terrifying! The two people who were seemingly okay moments before were set for a showdown once they touched on the issues surrounding the terrorist organization. It was utterly terrifying.

They did not show the slightest concern toward the weaker hearts of their subordinates.

Ye Wei suppressed her anger and calmed her slightly flustered hearts. It was afraid that Mo Jue was the only person who could understand her thoughts. It was just… meh. Why would she go to such lengths if the other person weren't him?

If it weren't him, she wouldn't have been through such agony and become universally condemned by the terrorist organization.

"Second master, Miss Ye, stop arguing. Please tell me what needs to be done," Cloud said awkwardly. The terrorist organization had pulled back, so they had to pull back lest they imply that Ye Wei could not manage Mo Jue and set off another bloodbath. When that happened, things would become extremely tacky.

As subordinates, they did not comment on the orders they received and absolutely obeyed them. Their masters' wishes were their command.

Ye Wei looked at Mo Jue and suppressed the anger in her. However the Mafia was, it was still Mo Jue who called the shots. She, however, managed to manipulate him into a deep sleep for days so that she could quell this crisis in time. It was ultimately Mo Jue's call to accept her choice.

Mo Jue grunted, and their eyes locked.

They locked quietly.

A moment later, Mo Jue plainly said, "Pull back!"

Cloud heaved a sigh of relief. "Yes, sir!"

Ye Wei, without showing it, heaved a sigh of relief. Whatever Mo Jue planned, at least she got the peace she wanted to see.

"Wei Wei, is your heart toward them? Yes or no?"

Ye Wei gently frowned.

…

London, The United Kingdom

Eleven had already returned to Great Britain just as Ning Ning and Ye Wei's negotiations ended. Everybody was indignant and accused Ye Wei of being heartless. Eleven was the only person to remain silent. As she looked at Chu Li, Jason, and Ross' faces of indignation, she suddenly felt heartache.

Black J, who did not say a word, did not look as good. Ning Ning remained silent and looked as glum from the sidelines.

Eleven could not suppress the pain in her heart. 'Wei Wei, if the people closest to you misunderstand you, this sacrifice of yours is utterly tragic.' While she definitely guessed that was how it would turn out, she still stridently went forth and never looked back.

She recalled how the Wei Wei of before would well consider the consequences before taking action. This was no exception.

"Eleven, why are you silent? Are you thinking of defending that lass?"

Eleven smiled bitterly. She had such an experience herself: When she shot Mo Ye, did she really wish him dead? No! She wanted to save him even more than everyone else. "Wei Wei… Why don't you all trust Wei Wei?"

"Did you see what she did? How could we trust her?" Jason replied explosively.

Eleven slowly said, "Didn't you realize why the Mafia was able to take out many of our locations and incur massive losses in such a short time? I'm afraid Mo Jue has much information about us, and perhaps so much so to the point we can't imagine. When you all used to take on the Mafia, Wei Wei and I made scant mention as we had the upper hand. We, however, got grounded to a stalemate this time and Mo Jue has clearly gone berserk. If this continues, what will we end up with? A lose-lose situation since weapons and righteous reasoning do not discriminate. Some of us might even have to pay for this conflict with our lives, and we are going to end up with many rising powers in North Africa, Eastern Europe, Central Europe, and the Middle East thanks to this lose-lose situation. Any of us could die. We've had plenty of enemies, and they've always wanted to remove us from these regions and have the say over them. Have any of you given thought to how we have to quell these rising powers after we've duked it out with the Mafia? Like how a weakened lion invites ridicule, we could well end up being humiliated by these non-powers and perhaps perish. We might not survive the onslaught of the Mafia. Is that what you all are willing to see? Why don't we just think about how Wei Wei has stooped this low in a bid to keep us out of that predicament?"

"She did wreck two of our locations, but did she kill any of our own? No! Given Ye Wei's character, would she have shown mercy toward us if she were really intent on helping Mo Jue? Would she just have taken out our arsenals? You all won't believe that Wei Wei did them all, so why still pin all the blame on her? If she has done so much for us and earned our misunderstanding in spite of them, I will feel very sad for Wei Wei."

When Eleven spoke, the entire great hall fell silent. Nobody spoke.