Signing In At The Civil Affairs Bureau, I Was Rewarded With A Gorgeous Wife

On the suburban highway, two sports cars were racing wildly, one chasing the other.

Mo Huanqing held the steering wheel with a sense of indescribable satisfaction. This was what a sports car was all about! The power, the acceleration, the comfort!

Truly, damn enviable!

But Song Yun was about to die soon, and all of this would belong to him!

"Beep beep beep!"

Mo Huanqing sounded the horn and then noticed a river up ahead within his field of vision, not too wide, not too narrow – just wide enough to fit Song Yun's car laden with poison.

Heaven helps me!

Heaven helps me!

When Song Yun has an accident, I'll just say he crashed into the river because he was going too fast!

He slowly reduced his speed, then stopped by the riverside.

Playing dumb, Song Yun also stopped and opened the car door, asking, "Brother Huanqing, is there a problem?"

"I can't beat you, I admit defeat."

Mo Huanqing shook his head in feigned regret and laughed, "I didn't expect your driving skills to be so superb. I'm thoroughly convinced by your prowess."

"Hahaha, you're just flattering me."

Song Yun laughed and patted the other's shoulder before taking out a packet of unbranded cigarettes from his pocket, "Care for one?"

"I don't."
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"Then that's really a pity."

Song Yun sat on the hood of the car laden with poison, looking at the raging river and said, "Life is like this river. Even if you don't want to move forward, there will always be countless reasons, countless external forces pushing you onward. Huanqing, who's pushing you from behind?"

"No one, I guess. I'm all alone now, and even if I wanted to strive for something, I wouldn't know what to strive for."

Mo Huanqing stood behind Song Yun, his hand reaching toward his lower back.

"Huanqing! Don't give up on yourself, you still have us, your friends!"

Song Yun suddenly turned his head, grabbed the other's shoulder, and shook it violently. Then he asked suspiciously, "Hey, what are you doing with your hand behind your back?"

"Song Yun, I have to admit you're a good friend. However, we're not on the same path and are not meant to work together. Plus, you're too naive. You just got attacked and yet you dare to trust an outsider."

Mo Huanqing pushed Song Yun away and said indifferently with a smile, "Did you really think everything I said was true? Then you're underestimating me. Because of you, the organization has been constantly mobilizing people. Because of you, my predecessor, Bao Ding, met a tragic death on the streets. Song Yun, oh Song Yun, you're truly a jinx!"

Having said that, he pulled out a dark pistol from his lower back, the faint muzzle pointed at Song Yun, but then quickly swiveled around and tucked it back into his waistband.

"Forget it, using the gun would cast suspicion on me. I'll choose this instead!"

Mo Huanqing's hand went into his pocket, and when it came out, it was fitted with a set of knuckledusters. "A racing car hits a person, and then the relatives beat the driver to death. Tsk tsk, such a title wouldn't be too bad, would you like it?"

"Huanqing... what do you mean, you want to kill me?"

As surprise and panic steadily rose on Song Yun's face, Mo Huanqing walked towards him, filled with satisfaction. In this world, apart from money, torturing a person to death really was the most exhilarating feeling!

"Song Yun, when you die, I'll take over everything from Ye Qingqing, whether it's wealth or her body, it will all be mine. Hahaha, I must thank you for paving such a bright path for me!"

Mo Huanqing walked slowly; one reason was to exert tremendous psychological pressure on the enemy during the process, as waiting for death was indeed a distressing experience.

The second reason was to fully mobilize the strength in his body; each punch and kick had to conform to an ordinary person's strength, so that all the subsequent events could naturally follow course.

"You're really going to kill me?"

"What else?"

"Then your murderous intent is way too strong."

Song Yun extinguished the cigarette butt and pointed behind him with a smile, "You have someone following you, didn't you notice?"

"Stop kidding me! Are you trying to distract my attention to snatch the weapon or escape?"

Mo Huanqing's lips curled into a cruel smile, "Stop using those little tricks, you can't deceive me!"

"Oh."

Song Yun looked indifferently at a huge palm that suddenly grabbed Mo Huanqing's shoulder and threw him over the shoulder, slamming him to the ground. In an instant, Mo Huanqing lost all ability to resist.

"Little rabbit, long time no see."

The Ugly Ox was still his honest-looking self as he squatted down, his broad palm caressing Mo Huanqing's face, "I really didn't expect to kill two Year of the Rabbit zodiac members in one day – it's quite thrilling."

"Ugly... Ugly Ox! How dare you betray the organization!"

Veins bulged on Mo Huanqing's forehead as he yelled ferociously, "Have you completely forgotten the organization's ways? How do you expect to survive without the gene potion!"

"Sorry, but my body is about to fully recover, and I will soon be a healthy, normal person. Can you resist this temptation?"

Ugly Ox patted Mo Huanqing's face, "Time to report to the underworld."

To avoid drawing attention, Ugly Ox twisted Mo Huanqing's neck with a strong hand, deepening his grip with a grim expression.

Mo Huanqing's face turned red, his hands beating on Ugly Ox's robust arm. After a dozen seconds, his legs kicked out, and he died!

"Mr. Song, how should we handle him?"

Ugly Ox asked respectfully.

"Make it discreet."

Song Yun sighed and headed back with the poison.

At the Villa of the Huas.

Song Yun pushed open the door. Song Bu sat on the sofa casually and asked, "Is it all taken care of?"

"Yes, Ugly Ox is a useful pawn."

"Just a big fool," Song Bu waved his hand dismissively, "Zi Mouse has already set a time for Ugly Ox and another to return to the organization. How do you plan to deal with the real Mo Huanqing? It might be difficult for Ugly Ox to explain if you don't follow them back."

"What a headache."

Massaging his temples, Song Yun said indifferently, "I'll attend the interrogation in a while. You arrange the scenario for Ugly Ox's rescue."

Song Yun had just returned and sat down for a few minutes before having to leave again. Ye Qingqing hugged Song Yun, full of reluctance. Her husband had done so much for the family; as a wife, she didn't crave wealth or luxury; all she wanted was for the father of her child to be safe and sound!

"You must be careful!"

Ye Qingqing lifted her face to instruct him.

"Don't worry, I'm going to act, not really fight."

Song Yun stroked his wife's hair, his chin resting on her head, smelling her scent and feeling filled with strength.

The place arranged for Mo Huanqing was a secluded wilderness. Finding such a place in the bustling Magic Capital had indeed required a lot of effort from Huang Baoding.

Song Yun entered the dark room where the orange glow of the flickering light bulb added to the tense atmosphere.

"Mo Huanqing, hello."

By then, Mo Huanqing had been injected with muscle relaxants and could do nothing but talk as he lay on the bed.

"To the victor go the spoils! If you've got the guts, just kill me! Kill me! I've got nothing left to live for anyway!"

Mo Huanqing turned his neck with all his might, staring daggers at Song Yun.