Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Nan Heng looked away from Feng Ling's face and glanced at Ji Nuan.

Ji Nuan had always known that Nan Heng was a man with a special background. As an arms dealer active in the United States, he also had the powerful XI base behind him. The power he held in his hands was beyond the imagination of ordinary people. He was simply unfathomable.

But in her impression, Nan Heng seemed to be an easygoing man who liked making jokes. It was the first time she had seen him without a shirt and trousers, but wearing the same black outfit as Feng Ling. This black outfit seemed to be the uniform of the XI base. He was cool and handsome as usual, and his black outfit added a touch of coldness and mystery to him.

"Why are you here?" Nan Heng frowned coldly.

"Mo Jingshen is here," Ji Nuan looked into his eyes and said calmly.

Nan Heng looked at her for a while and then glanced at Feng Ling. "It's not easy for her to get on the plane and follow you all the way here right under your nose."

Feng Ling: "…"

He was apparently jesting, but Feng Ling remained expressionless and didn't laugh.

"So, in terms of valor, Ji Nuan is certainly not as good as you, but in terms of wisdom, I think Ji Nuan may be slightly better than you."

Ji Nuan: "…"

Feng Ling: "…"

The men who followed Nan Heng here. "…"

In this world, only Boss Nan Heng dared belittle Feng Ling like this. After all, Feng Ling had been serving the base for years and won numerous honors in battles. Many raids and missions were accomplished thanks to Feng Ling's quick mind and determination.

As for wisdom, Feng Ling stayed in the base for so many years and was not found out as a woman. Wasn't Boss Nan Heng the most stupid one since he spent the most time with her?

With a straight face, Feng Ling looked away to not look at Nan Heng, and her voice remained flat. "I'll have K send Mrs. Mo back."

"She has come. How can you send her back? Even if you send her back to Hai City, she will come over again tomorrow morning. Then I'm afraid we'll have one more person missing besides Mo Jingshen," Nan Heng said coldly. "She stays in Cambodia but out of our sight or stands safely in front of us, which one will you choose?"

Feng Ling frowned. "But here is too dangerous."

"She had known how many unknown dangers she would face better than you do before she flew here. She is not a child, and she can accept and undertake the choices she makes. What are you worried about?" Nan Heng said and cast a glance at Ji Nuan. "We don't have much time. Go back to Hai City or stay here? I give you a final chance to make your choice."

"I'll stay," Ji Nuan said without hesitation.

Feng Ling frowned. "But you're pregnant, Mrs. Mo."

Hearing 'pregnant,' Nan Heng looked at Ji Nuan in surprise and then at her belly.

Ji Nuan put her hand to her flat belly, and her voice was calm. "I'll protect myself."

"But…"

Nan Heng raised his hand to signal Feng Ling to shut up. Then he took a look at the time and ordered the other men and Feng Ling to go first. At last, he looked at Ji Nuan, asking seriously, "Ji Nuan, are you afraid of death?"

Ji Nuan looked straight at his eyes. "No."

Afraid of death?

How could a person who had died be afraid of death?

Others might hesitate when answering this question, but Ji Nuan didn't even bat her eyelid. Seeing her firm eyes, Nan Heng narrowed his eyes and snorted. Then he picked up a cigarette to put it into his mouth, squinted at her, and said with the cigarette in his mouth, "Follow me."

Then he turned and walked away.

No one in such a place would bother to take care of the physical condition and feelings of Ji Nuan. There wouldn't be any young lady of note or noblewoman here. If she could keep up with the others, she could follow them. If she couldn't, she would have to go back to Hai City. Although Nan Heng didn't say these words to her, Ji Nuan knew what he meant.

She followed the others quickly without saying a word.

—-

Nan Heng and his men had been stationed near Tonle Sap Lake in Cambodia for a day and a night. As the most competent member of the base, Feng Ling certainly had to take part in this operation, so she suddenly left Hai City and flew to Cambodia.

When Ji Nuan got out of the car, she saw a large temporarily rented warehouse and a bulletproof shed. She finally understood why Feng Ling said here was not the same world she was used to.

A man living in a peaceful world would hear at most about XI, and something about the arms trade, but would never be involved in these affairs.

However, at this moment, when Ji Nuan saw almost each of these people who looked serious wearing black uniforms with guns strapped to their waists, her heart suddenly pounded hard.

"The warehouse has been divided into some compartments. Let Feng Ling take you in to take a rest." Nan Heng just said a few words to Ji Nuan and then ignored her.

When the two of them walked into the warehouse, people kept casting curious glances at Ji Nuan. There didn't seem to be any women here except for Feng Ling, so when they saw a woman here, they looked surprised.

"This is Mr. Mo's wife, Ji Nuan." Feng Ling introduced her when passing a few men holding guns.

Those people who looked at Ji Nuan in surprise instantly became respectful to her. They nodded to her kindly and enthusiastically pointed to the inside. "The third room inside is the cleanest."

Ji Nuan found that these people seemed to be particularly respectful of Mo Jingshen.

"What's the relationship between Mo Jingshen and you guys?" Walking into the room they arranged for her, Ji Nuan hesitated and still asked.

Since she had been here, she would find out about it sooner or later, so Feng Ling answered her in a low voice after a short pause, "As you know, Nan Heng is one of the men behind the American underground arms business. Back then, although Mr. Mo didn't participate in the underground arms business, he had saved Nan Heng when he was in danger. Not only did he save Nan Heng and his secret weapons channel, but he also saved the lives of all of us at XI base. Simply speaking, Mr. Mo was the boss behind the U.S. underground arms deal. He held the secrets of all the arms dealers and crushed the enemy time and again with smart decisions and judgment that caught them off guard. He was the most trusted and respected man by all of us, and the most hated man by our enemies. That's why I said that day that in those people's eyes, Mr. Mo's life is worth tens of billions of yuan."

Ji Nuan asked suspiciously, "Why did I never find out about these?"

"That's because Mr. Mo never gets involved in this sort of affairs himself. He only helped us for a few years, and he has always been a typical Mo like the other members of his family. He doesn't need to develop his business with the help of the underworld. However, he is too smart. After all, a casual decision of his could cost those people billions overnight, or even put them into the risk of being rounded up by the police. Because many police officers in the United States are connected with Mr. Mo, our enemies chose to ambush him on his trip to Cambodia. Even the signal was blocked so promptly. Apparently, this is an elaborate plot against him. It was because the person they were targeting was Mr. Mo that they were so cautious."