Clenching his fists, Bo Junchen took a deep breath, grabbed the satellite phone held by his assistant, and dialed another familiar but rarely used number.
Soon, there was a response on the other end of the phone.
The voice came out in a light and gentle voice, just like in the past, cold and indifferent, as if seeing through the emptiness of the world: "Bo Junchen?"
"It's me."
"Mo Ji, what on earth do you know!"
"That lunatic, that lunatic is just playing tricks on us, isn't he? What he wants is Jinghan's life, isn't he? Isn't that right!"
Mr. Bo, who has always been gentle and polite, has long lost the calmness and calmness of the past. If anyone dares to say calm and calm to him at this moment, he will definitely reply with an angry look - "Fuck your sister's calmness, what the hell is that?"
Can you save Hanhan? Can you?
He finished three sentences, but each sentence became more urgent than the last. By the end, his voice was even trembling, as if he had encountered something that frightened him.
There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone.
On both sides, there seemed to be only the sound of breathing, proving the progress of the phone call.
And this silence was like a tide, submerging Bo Junchen's reason little by little. Just when Bo Junchen was about to suffocate from this feeling, the person on the other end of the phone finally responded.
"You guessed it."
It was not an uncertain rhetorical question or a hesitant answer. Mo Ji on the other end of the phone gave an affirmative sentence. Although his tone was slow, light and calm, Bo Junchen was sure that he could understand these four words.
The true meaning of each word can also be felt in the heaviness between the lines.
It was like a huge boulder falling from the sky, almost breaking the last string of reason in his mind.
A chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and the suppressed anger and fear in his heart entangled with each other, and began to burn, as if they were rushing through his body.
Stimulated by these four-word answer, Bo Junchen suddenly said, "You are really calm, ha! Mo Ji, not only my family Hanhan is there, your sister, Mo Huan, is also there.
What about the madman's hands! You don't care... Oh, I forgot, how could you care? She's not her biological sister, her life is just--"
"Bo Junchen!"
Three simple words, calm and cold.
However, Bo Junchen's almost broken sanity slowly regained its grip, but his hand holding the phone tightly was still trembling, revealing the heavy shock, anger and fear deep in his heart that could not be filled.
"..."
"Your provocation is terrible, but I understand your mood at the moment, and for the sake of Mr. Bo and Jinghan, I forgive you for being rude. As for Mo Huan, my sister, I will spare your life for her."
I'm worried. I just hope that you can wait outside honestly before Hanhan and the others come out. I don't ask you to control the situation rationally and try to rescue me. I only ask you - for Jinghan and the Bo family.
Think about your future and think clearly about what you should do most now...what is it!"
After saying that, Mo Ji put down his phone and ended the call.
After a few breaths of silence, he glanced directly in front of the driver, who was holding the steering wheel and driving steadily forward, relaxed his body, leaned back, and slowly closed his eyes.
On one side, the assistant in the passenger seat saw this scene through the rearview mirror and couldn't help but be startled.
He pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something.
But before the words could be spoken, a cold voice came from the back seat. It was obviously calm and calm, but it had a shocking majesty that made people tense unconsciously.
——"It's almost time, and it's time for an ending."
