Wu Yahui walked up to Liang Qiuchi and tried to remember the slightly blurry face on the screen, “Is he… Wancha?”

“Yeah,” Liang Qiuchi frowned, explaining to Mo Xin the man’s identity in a serious tone, “I saved his life two years ago on the border, and later he worked for me. As for why he appeared here…”

He looked at Wu Yahui, who also looked puzzled.

After Liang Qiuchi was arrested last time, his brothers suffered casualties in retaliatory and rescue operations. Because Wancha had not been with him for long and had a weak presence, and Wu Yahui had many things to deal with, they hadn’t paid much attention to his whereabouts.

“I’ll go to the hospital first, we’ll talk about the assailant later.”

Mo Xin walked outside, Vincent had the car ready. Unable to personally take him to the hospital due to his identity, Liang Qiuchi gave him a strong hug before he got into the car, instructing him, “Take care of yourself, and call me if anything happens. I’ll be here.”

“Yeah.” Mo Xin got into the car with a serious expression.

Liang Qiuchi watched the car quickly leave the neighborhood, his eyes gradually becoming melancholic. Wu Yahui walked lightly to his side, and together they looked into the distance. She sighed softly, “This is probably Reinis’s doing.”

“Most likely.” Liang Qiuchi agreed with her view, after all, Mo Zhenghong was attacked, and Reinis was the biggest beneficiary.

“What’s uncertain now is that little bastard Wancha,” Wu Yahui said with a hint of confusion, “Was he used by Reinis in a confused state, or has he always been Reinis’s spy planted by your side?”

“Wancha doesn’t have that much scheming,” Liang Qiuchi was quite sure, “He must have been manipulated.”

“How so?”

“Suppose the premise of the whole thing is that Reinis really planned this assassination. Why didn’t he find a more experienced assassin to secretly carry out the mission, but instead chose the young, inexperienced Wancha? And why now, of all times? At such a high-profile moment during the TV broadcast?” Liang Qiuchi boldly speculated, “I guess Reinis wants to use Wancha’s identity to distance himself and shift the blame towards the Lugo side.”

Wu Yahui listened with a shudder. “That’s quite a slick move,” she frowned. “But we can’t take the blame. What do you think?”

Liang Qiuchi thought for a moment. “I haven’t decided yet. It would be best to meet Wancha and ask about the specifics.”

“How is that possible?!” Wu Yahui warned him with wide eyes. “Don’t mess around. While the federal prison system is rotten, it’s not a place for you to recklessly venture into.”

Liang Qiuchi reassured her, “The most important thing now is Mo Xin’s situation. We’ll wait and see about the other circumstances.”

What he didn’t say was that he always felt Reinis had another purpose for using Wancha, besides distancing himself from suspicion. But he couldn’t figure it out for the moment; he just had a strong intuition warning him.

He could only temporarily suppress his doubts and wait and see.

When Mo Xin arrived at the emergency hospital where his father was being treated, a group of media reporters had gathered at the entrance, but they were held back by tight security guards and could only aim their cameras at the two large buildings of the hospital.

Seeing Mo Xin getting out of the car, the cameras turned to his face again.

The flashing lights made him momentarily blinded. In that moment, he seemed to see the 20-year-old Liang Qiuchi, surrounded by this boundary-less sea of cameras after his father’s sudden “suicide”, as if entangled tightly around his neck and chest, making it hard to breathe.

“Make way!”

Vincent loudly drove away the approaching media, while Mo Xin, with a serious face, walked into the hospital under the protection of several soldiers.

The entire floor where the ICU was located had been cleared of unrelated personnel, and layers of security guards tightly protected the area, ensuring not even a fly could fly in.

A few federal officials were quietly conversing in twos and threes in the corridor. Upon seeing Mo Xin, they instinctively stepped aside, maintaining a solemn posture. No one dared to approach this war machine to express condolences.

Mo Xin walked past the solemn gazes and came to Mo Qi, who was waiting outside the ICU.

The two brothers sat side by side on a bench, waiting for news. After a long silence, Mo Qi suddenly whispered, “Dad has been in San Lorenzo for almost ten days. He kept saying he wanted to have dinner with the two of us, but we never got the chance to get together.”

Mo Xin nodded quietly.

“He’s busy with his campaign, I’m busy expanding my network, and you have someone you want to be with,” Mo Qi smiled bitterly, “There’s no trace of a family here. No wonder you don’t like staying in this house.”

Mo Xin turned to look at him.

Mo Qi held his shoulder tightly. “When Dad gets better, let’s have a good dinner together.” As he spoke, his eyes reddened slightly.

Mo Xin was slightly taken aback but solemnly agreed.

Growing up, he had been immersed in cold and serious military education, rarely experiencing warm moments between family members. But Liang Qiuchi’s blood-soaked lesson taught him to cherish family. He was willing to try to become a warmer person.

Perhaps it could start with a meal.

However, Mo Zhenghong’s condition was not optimistic. Although the doctors had pulled him back from the brink of death, one foot remained in the gates of hell, and he had not truly escaped from the danger of death.

The doctors could only send him to the intensive care unit for treatment, and then work with top experts from various departments to further research treatment options.

Both Mo brothers understood what this meant.

They couldn’t help in the hospital, so they could only look through the windows at the person lying on the special care bed, covered in tubes from head to toe. The instruments next to the bed occasionally emitted a piercing “beep”, which was heart-wrenching to hear.

Mo Qi sighed and left first.

Mo Xin watched outside the ward for a while before going to find him.

The two of them stayed at the hospital for two consecutive nights, their faces not looking good. Mo Qi held an unlit cigarette and said to Mo Xin, “Come back with me to rest for a while. I have something to tell you.”

They shared a car, with no one else except Vincent in the driver’s seat, so they didn’t have to hold back.

After taking several phone calls, Mo Qi leaned back tiredly in the back seat, glanced sideways at Mo Xin, and asked, “Has he contacted you these past two days?”

“He sent a text message,” Mo Xin replied truthfully, “Quichi ge suspects this has something to do with Reinis.”

“No need to doubt, it’s definitely him,” Mo Qi’s eyelids drooped halfway. “The presidential election has reached this stage, it’s already an open war.”

“There’s no accusatory evidence at the moment,” Mo Xin said in a deep voice, “and there are only five days left until the election ends.”

Mo Qi nodded. “It’s basically impossible to turn the tide now, unless…” He pondered for a few seconds, then looked at Mo Xin again, his eyes becoming meaningful. “Unless he can step forward and push Reinis, that old fox, to the forefront of the storm.”

Mo Xin knew who he was referring to, but once Liang Qiuchi stepped forward, the chance of him coming out unscathed was practically impossible.

He didn’t respond immediately.

Mo Qi understood his concerns and knew that coercion and temptation were ineffective against Mo Xin when it came to Liang Qiuchi. Liang Qiuchi was the only bright spot in his desolate youth, to the extent that Mo Xin had been thinking about him for so many years.

Now that the two of them were finally reunited, how could Mo Xin easily let Liang Qiuchi take risks?

As the car turned the corner, Mo Xin replied in a low voice, “I need to ask him about his thoughts on this matter.”

This response was beyond Mo Qi’s expectations. He patted Mo Xin’s shoulder with relief, but before he could speak, a deafening explosion accompanied by a powerful shockwave swept over them.

The car windows shattered instantly.

Mo Xin quickly raised his hand to push Mo Qi’s head down, and the next moment, the military off-road vehicle they were in was overturned by the shockwave on the side of the road.