There was a place in the eastern suburbs of San Lorenzo called “Paradise”, but in terms of environment and living conditions, it is completely opposite to the word “paradise”.

This was the largest slum in the Federation.

The chaotic streets were filled with all kinds of people, homeless people, beggars, thieves, prostitutes… everywhere, violent crimes such as robbery and fighting were constantly occurring, as long as no one was killed, nearby police officers were reluctant to spend time and energy to intervene.

The stench of garbage permeated the streets, seeping into the car through the cracks in the windows, making people nauseous.

Mo Xin frowned tightly, impatiently honked the horn a few times, stepped on the gas pedal to accelerate through the block, and after passing a polluted river, the smell finally diminished a bit.

But his speed did not decrease, he drove straight into a narrow street three meters wide, knocked over five or six stalls, then arrogantly turned into another alley after honking the horn, finally seeing a camouflage-decorated off-road vehicle coming towards him, parked at the entrance of the alley blocking his way.

Two people stood on the footrests on both sides of the off-road vehicle, one hand holding onto the handrail inside the car, the other hand holding a submachine gun, aiming at the windshield of Mo Xin’s car.

Mo Xin stretched out one hand to show that he had no hostile intent.

Then he opened the car door, used the car door as cover, and shouted to the two people, “I want to see Liang Qiuchi.”

The two exchanged a glance, and the next second they both pulled the trigger, riddling the car door with bullets.

Mo Xin hid behind the car, and when the gunfire paused, he pulled out two silenced pistols from behind his waist, leaned out of the car, and fired both guns accurately at the exposed arms of the two people outside the car.

The driver on the opposite side saw the situation, stepped on the gas pedal and accelerated towards him, holding a gun out of the car window, shooting randomly.

Mo Xin performed a neat forward roll, just before the collision, he successfully hid behind a garbage bin.

He blew up the opponent’s car tires. The wheels made a loud noise and sparks flew as they rubbed against the ground, but the car couldn’t move an inch.

The driver had no choice but to abandon the car and prepare to fight the unexpected guest with his marksmanship skills. Little did he know, Mo Xin suddenly tore off his jacket, revealing the explosives strapped to his chest!

If detonated, not only would they be blown to bits, but the surrounding shanties would also be in danger.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” The driver was startled, immediately raising his hands to indicate a temporary truce.

Mo Xin nodded at him, then said in a deep voice, “I just want to see Liang Qiuchi.”

“I told you he’s a lunatic, and he doesn’t want to listen.” Suddenly, a playful female voice came from behind. Mo Xin turned his head and saw a woman with a high ponytail, wearing a tank top and hot pants, carrying an automatic rifle, standing at the entrance of the alley.

The woman chewed gum leisurely, casually aimed the gun at him, and carefully scrutinized him from head to toe through the scope.

“Nice figure,” she said, then she aimed the crosshairs at Mo Xin’s forehead and smiled, “Who do you think has the faster gun, between the two of us?”

Mo Xin silently pressed the muzzle against his own side.

Wu Yahui chuckled even more, her voice trembling with laughter, “This trick doesn’t threaten me at all. By doing it yourself, you’ve saved me a bullet.”

“I’ll count to three,” Mo Xin said solemnly, “make him come out to see me.”

Just as he counted “one,” he heard that familiar voice calling out his name helplessly, followed by Liang Qiuchi, dressed in all black, appearing at the entrance of the alley. He pushed Wu Yahui’s gun muzzle aiming at Mo Xin down.

Watching Liang Qiuchi approaching step by step, Mo Xin’s eyes gradually reddened.

When he reached him, Mo Xin rolled his hoarse throat and looked at him grievously, “You promised to have dinner with me.”

Liang Qiuchi reached out and pulled him into his arms, lowered his head to kiss his forehead, and said hoarsely, “It’s my fault, I’m sorry.”

Mo Xin hugged him back, muffled, “It happened suddenly, I don’t blame you this time, but there can’t be a next time.”

The current situation was not suitable for discussing whether they had a “next time” or “future.”

Liang Qiuchi could only hug him, then carefully removed the explosives strapped to his chest and handed them to Wu Yahui.

Wu Yahui glanced at the thing, and it turned out to be real.

She thought Mo Xin was just putting on a show to lure Liang Qiuchi out.

She couldn’t help but be amazed.

“Is romance for young people nowadays always this exciting?”

“Let’s talk somewhere else.” Liang Qiuchi glanced at the two people whose arms had been injured by Mo Xin’s gun, and since they were not in danger, he handed them over to the driver. He took Mo Xin and walked through a chaotic shantytown, then entered a casino.

This was a B-grade liaison point for the Lugo Armed Forces in the federal capital. Because of the lax security nearby, the federal government turned a blind eye to its existence.

When Liang Qiuchi was officially declared missing, the federal pursuit team had searched here several times, but because they accidentally injured a homeless person during the patrol, many people took the opportunity to cause trouble, almost developing into a riot. Later, the pursuit team never set foot in this “paradise” again.

Mo Xin looked around vigilantly, worried that he had come too hastily and hadn’t shaken off the tail.

Wu Yahui, carrying a rifle, walked behind him, sneered, “This is all our territory nearby. You have to be careful. If your identity is exposed, they’ll shoot you into a sieve.”

“Yahui, help us prepare some food, no ginger, please. Thanks.” Liang Qiuchi hugged Mo Xin’s waist, allowing everyone in the casino to see their intimate posture.

Wu Yahui threw the rifle to someone nearby, sighed, and turned to leave.

Liang Qiuchi took Mo Xin to a suite upstairs.

There were two soldiers in bulletproof vests standing guard outside the door, while the environment inside the door was much cleaner and tidier than outside. As soon as Mo Xin entered the door and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Liang Qiuchi hugged him tightly.

Liang Qiuchi hugged him tightly, almost breaking Mo Xin’s waist.

“Are you crazy?” Liang Qiuchi’s voice couldn’t help trembling. “What if I’m not here? How would you get out of it? Would you really blow yourself up in a fit of anger?”

Mo Xin felt like he was suffocating, but he didn’t want to push Liang Qiuchi away.

He had gone crazy long ago, and Liang Qiuchi only realized it now.

“Speak!” Liang Qiuchi grabbed Mo Xin’s shoulders, looking into his eyes. “Mo Xin, what’s going on in your head?”

Mo Xin blinked and answered him, “There’s only room for you in my head.”

Liang Qiuchi was both angry and heartbroken, various emotions surged up, and finally turned into a helpless sigh.

He pulled Mo Xin to sit on the sofa, went to the window to look at the street outside, then sat next to Mo Xin, and asked, “Have the Reinis family’s people been giving you trouble?”

Mo Xin shook his head, staring at Liang Qiuchi intently.

Liang Qiuchi was stirred by his focused gaze, feeling a dull pain in his chest, worried that he would waver.

“Don’t be angry with me,” Mo Xin grabbed his hand and smiled at him, trying to please him, “I won’t be so impulsive in the future.”

Liang Qiuchi stared at their intertwined fingers for a while before saying softly, “Mo Xin, we don’t have a future anymore.”

Mo Xin’s smile froze instantly.