Ye Mo had just stomped on Ah Fa's chest, staring coldly at him and Wang Chuan. Song Shaowen was stunned—he couldn't understand how Ye Mo subdued Ah Fa so quickly, since Ah Fa was his top henchman. Before Song Shaowen even landed and reacted, Ye Mo was already flying up and kicking him hard.
With two cracking sounds, Song Shaowen's leg bone broke. A scream escaped him, cold sweat pouring down. Wang Chuan shivered, watching Ye Mo's terrifying, lightning-fast moves—his kicks were like iron plates.
"Lead the way to the car," Ye Mo ordered. Wang Chuan shuddered and obeyed without resistance. Even more shocking, Ye Mo lifted both Song Shaowen and Ah Fa effortlessly, carrying them behind as he walked.
Song Shaowen was in such pain he nearly fainted. If given another chance, he'd rather be insulted than mess with Ye Mo, whom everyone thought was a devil—but Song Shaowen now knew the real devil was this seemingly harmless Ye Mo.
When Ye Mo broke his leg bone, he didn't even blink—like crushing an ant.
The car was only a few hundred meters away, so they took remote back roads to avoid detection. Around 2 a.m., they all got into a BMW SUV.
Ye Mo tossed Song Shaowen and Ah Fa in the backseat, confiscated their cash, and ordered Wang Chuan to drive to Guilin—a remote mountainous region near the borders of several countries, ideal for Ye Mo to cultivate and hide.
Wang Chuan was shocked. Guilin was nearly 10,000 kilometers away from Ninghai. Ye Mo silenced him with a sharp command, and the car quickly disappeared from Ninghai.
After driving for over an hour, Ye Mo suddenly remembered his small medical box was left in the hallway. But it was nearly dawn, so he gave up retrieving it—just some pills, soup, a letter, and odds and ends.
Song Shaowen, Ah Fa, and Wang Chuan all felt uneasy and humiliated—usually they were the ones doling out punishment, but now they had been taught a harsh lesson by Ye Mo, and their money was confiscated.
Song Shaowen began to beg for mercy, acknowledging Ye Mo was ruthless, even more so than himself. But before he finished pleading, Ye Mo slapped him twice and snarled, "Don't talk nonsense in front of me. If your Song family doesn't provoke me, fine. But if you do, I'll wipe the Song family from Yanjing—and maybe you won't even live to see it."
Song Shaowen spat out two teeth, trembling with a mixture of anger and fear. Though he doubted Ye Mo's threat would be carried out, he was terrified all the same.
After another hour of driving, Ye Mo spotted a security camera ahead and quickly steered the car off the highway, sending it flying off a cliff.
At the last moment, Ye Mo kicked open the car door and used a wind-controlling technique to cling to the cliffside. Though still a novice in this technique, it was enough to save his life.
The SUV crashed and burst into flames. Ye Mo breathed a sigh of relief—the fire lit itself. He slipped past the camera and disappeared into the forest under the cover of darkness.
The next morning, Ning Qingxue noticed Ye Mo hadn't bought breakfast or been around. She felt more disdainful of him—last time he brought a classmate to eat, the meals worsened, now he didn't even get breakfast. Even the expensive wine he drank alone didn't impress her.
Thankfully she was leaving tomorrow. The thought of staying made her feel an unexplainable aversion. Sometimes people's reputations aren't unfounded.
Ning Qingxue also realized she had been relying on Ye Mo too much. If he didn't come home, she couldn't even eat?
Since no one from the Song family had bothered her recently, life was easier. And with her parents coming to take her back to Yanjing soon, she felt even better.
After lunch, she checked Ye Mo's flowerbed and noticed it hadn't been tended for over ten days—some plants were dead. The prized silver-leaved plant Ye Mo cared for was missing.
Frustrated, she tried to call Li Mumei, but her phone rang first.
"Qingxue, huge news! Around 4 a.m. last night, Song Shaowen's car plunged off a cliff near Fengjin Highway. Song Shaowen and his two men all died. You're free now—no more trouble. I'll come get you tomorrow morning!" Li Mumei's excited voice left Ning Qingxue in disbelief.
After hanging up, she finally felt freed from her nightmare.
She sighed deeply, ran inside, and pulled out their marriage certificate—once Ye Mo returned, she'd file for divorce.
That afternoon dragged on. Ye Mo, who usually came home early to cook, hadn't returned by 8 p.m.
Xu Wei came home from work and was surprised to see Ning Qingxue waiting outside the door, but no sign of Ye Mo.
"Are you Xu Wei?" Ning Qingxue hesitated, then asked.