Mo Xin frowned slightly, wanting to say something, but not knowing where to start.

In the end, he just asked his brother, “Have you made up your mind?”

“Of course,” Mo Qi smiled calmly and confidently, “Besides, this isn’t a decision I can make on a whim.”

Mo Xin pursed his lips and didn’t ask further.

Not long after, Liang Qiuchi also came downstairs.

He had just taken a shower, his hair not completely dry, slightly damp black hair appearing slightly messy, giving him a lazy and homely vibe.

He went straight to the kitchen, where Vincent was busy with pots and pans.

Seeing Vincent holding the spatula with more tension than holding a gun, Liang Qiuchi laughed and patted his shoulder saying, “I’ll do it.”

Vincent scratched his head awkwardly, “I wanted to cook a new dish for the general…”

“I know,” Liang Qiuchi tied on his apron, reignited the stove, and chatted with Vincent while cooking. “Yahui Jie’s cooking skills are really hard to describe.”

Because Liang Qiuchi was staying at the Mo family’s house, it was inconvenient for outsiders to be present, so Mo Qi temporarily dismissed the maid responsible for cleaning and cooking at home. These days, they relied on ordering food delivery by phone.

That day, in the evening, Yahui suddenly felt like cooking herself, but she couldn’t even swallow her own cooking and ended up retreating upstairs in embarrassment.

Liang Qiuchi spoke amiably, reminiscing with Vincent, “We used to camp in the mountains and once held a cooking competition out of boredom. Jie was universally voted second to last.”

Vincent chuckled awkwardly, “But Miss Wu seems quite confident when she’s cooking…”

Liang Quichi turned off the heat and plated the food, patiently picking out the ginger shreds from the dish.

—Mo Xin didn’t like ginger.

Seeing this, after a slight sourness in his heart, Vincent felt relieved: Liang Quichi was so gentle and attentive that it was only natural for General Mo to like him.

“Let’s go, let’s go eat.” Liang Qiuchi carried the food, asked Vincent to bring the bowls and chopsticks, and went to the dining room to invite Mo Xin to dinner.

Mo Qi followed and sat down at the table, picking up his chopsticks.

Mo Xin glanced at him, “Didn’t you eat enough?”

“Oh, I’ll eat a bit more with you two.” Mo Qi picked up some food with his chopsticks, giving Liang Qiuchi a thumbs up while saying, “And also talk about some serious matters.”

Vincent tactfully found a reason to leave, “I’ll plate some food separately and bring it to Miss Wu.”

After he left, the three of them sat around the dining table. They had a bit of food to fill their stomachs before Mo Qi spoke up, “Since we know the plan, I’ll get straight to the point.”

He put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and continued, “While you two were chatting in the study, I received a call from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. It was from a familiar acquaintance who has reliable sources of information.”

He paused and looked at Mo Xin. “Reinis is planning to appoint his confidant as the director of the Security Bureau at the beginning of next month.”

The Federal Security Bureau was mainly responsible for combating illegal armed groups, large-scale smuggling, and terrorist activities. It oversaw several special forces units and was equipped with various heavy firepower weapons.

The director of the Security Bureau could be directly appointed by the president.

Currently, the situation between Mo’s family and Reinis was at odds. Therefore, Reinis’s first order of business after taking office was to remove Mo Xin from his position as acting director, which was expected.

“Reinis has been delaying action for these past few days, probably because the sudden appearance of Wancha at the funeral had an effect.”

The public pressure is too great for him to act recklessly.

Once things calm down a bit, Reinis will arrange for someone to replace Mo Xin’s position, which won’t be seen as adding fuel to the fire.

Mo Qi said solemnly, “So, we need to act quickly.”

We must act before Mo Xin is removed from his position and deliver a fatal blow to Reinis. Otherwise, once he loses his authority, it will be difficult for us to handle it.

“Yeah,” Liang Qiuchi picked up a piece of meat and put it in Mo Xin’s bowl, “Eat more, you felt lighter when I hugged you just now.”

Mo Xin obediently ate it up and glanced at the plate of vegetables far away from him. Liang Qiuchi reached over to pick some up for him and put it in his bowl.

Mo Qi: “Are you two even listening to me?”

Mo Xin raised his eyelids, his gaze casually sweeping over him before finally resting on the plate of vegetables next to him.

As Liang Qiuchi continued to serve him vegetables, he replied to Mo Qi and said, “We’re listening, please continue.”

Mo Qi: “…”

He couldn’t continue.

He stared at the two of them for a while and felt annoyed by everything about them.

Putting on the air of an elder brother, he tapped the table with his fingers and said to Mo Xin, “Don’t you have hands? Do you need someone else to help you with the food?”

“Tired,” Mo Xin said lightly, “My hands are sore and I don’t feel like moving.”

Mo Qi choked for a moment, and various images of inappropriate things causing sore hands flashed through his mind. Now he couldn’t even sit still.

“You two take your time eating. I’m going to bed.” he stood up, went upstairs without looking back.

Liang Quichi and Mo Xin glanced at each other, then suddenly smiled at each other.

Mo Xin put down his chopsticks, leaned back in his chair, and sighed softly, “I feel much better now.”

Liang Quichi asked him, “Not eating anymore?”

Mo Xin shook his head, “I’ll watch you eat.” After a moment of silence, he suddenly said, “There are ten days left until the end of the month.”

This meant that they only had ten days left to spend together.

Liang Quichi understood what he meant.

He held Mo Xin’s hand, interlocking their fingers one by one.

“When this is over, we’ll have many, many, many more sets of ten days.”

Liang Quichi’s solemn tone and expression gave Mo Xin full confidence and reassurance, dispelling the suffocating feeling that had been weighing on his chest.

With many things to do, they had only ten days. They couldn’t afford to delay. The next afternoon, the five of them set off for Lugo.

“What are you going to do in Lugo?” Wu Yahui stared at Mo Qi with a vigilant look.

The Lugo area was mountainous with hills and valleys. Although there were towns and cities, they were small in scale. The local armed forces stationed in the towns were too conspicuous, so the headquarters was in a cleared area in the hinterland of the mountains and forests.

It was both secretive and safe, preventing external forces from prying.

However, the roads in that area had not been systematically repaired. Compared to the asphalt roads in the larger cities like San Lorenzo, the roads there were rough and difficult to navigate.

Even with the good shock absorption of the military off-road vehicle, Mo Qi felt dizzy and nauseous like the sea in his stomach.

He struggled to hold his body, waved his hand at Wu Yahui, and managed to squeeze out two words from his teeth, “Secret… mission.”

Seeing his face as white as paper, Wu Yahui couldn’t help but sneer, “Weakling.”

Vincent looked back at him worriedly, “Mr. Mo, do you want me to slow down?”

Mo Qi waved his hand, wishing Vincent could step on the gas and fly him out of this forest in the next second.

Liang Quichi drove another car, leading the way with Mo Xin in the front.

The air in the forest was humid and hot, and the scorching sun overhead made the scalp burn through the gaps in the branches and leaves.

Liang Quichi wore a pair of sunglasses, a black tank top, and casually held the steering wheel with one hand, while the other rested on the fully lowered window frame. His muscular arms were distinct, exuding a wild aura.

Mo Xin leaned against the passenger seat, staring at him intently.

When Liang Quichi glanced at the rearview mirror, his gaze stayed on him for a moment before smiling, “What are you thinking? You look so serious.”

Mo Xin shook his head without saying a word.

He was just imagining what Liang Quichi had been like during the eight years they were apart, struggling in this savage forest.

He couldn’t help but feel a bit regretful.

And a bit envious.

“I envy Wu Yahui for being able to be by your side and fight side by side with you,” Mo Xin said in a deep voice. “I never had that chance.”

Liang Quichi switched hands on the steering wheel and reached out to hold him. “But aren’t we fighting side by side now?”

Being battle buddies didn’t only mean charging into a smoky battlefield.

Mo Xin wanted to push him away, “Focus on driving.”

But Liang Quichi held his hand and moved it towards his own thigh. Mo Xin’s ears turned red in an instant.

He let Liang Quichi hold his hand, but turned his face hotly towards the window.

However, his mind was completely focused on his hand, unable to move away.

The summer pants on Liang Quichi were thin, and his strong and powerful thigh muscles were particularly clear in his palm. Mo Xin followed the smooth lines all the way to a hard object.

Liang Quichi couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“What’s so funny?” Mo Xin turned red and looked back, realizing that he was holding a classic flintlock pistol in his hand.

He stiffened, and then heard Liang Quichi laughing even louder.

Mo Xin unbuckled his seatbelt, as if to jump out of the car. Liang Quichi quickly reached out and pulled him back into his seat, leaning over to plant a kiss on his burning cheek.

“Alright, alright, I won’t tease you anymore.”

Liang Quichi pulled out the pistol that was tucked on the side of his thigh and handed it to him, humming a short tune, “Fire the gun into the air according to this rhythm, we’re almost there.”

Mo Xin’s face was stern as he extended the gun out of the window and fired six shots into the sky.

The sound of gunfire echoed through the entire forest.

Almost simultaneously, the previously obscured view in front of the car quickly opened up.

Looking up, they could see a wooden platform outpost erected in the middle of the mountain road.

Liang Quichi honked the horn a few times, and a dozen soldiers in camouflage uniforms, carrying guns, lined up, giving a salute as the two approaching cars passed by.

Liang Quichi didn’t brake, he just took off his sunglasses and waved to the leader, signaling the vehicles behind to also pass, then drove into the camp with Mo Xin.

Mo Xin sat up straight, finally stepping into Liang Quichi’s world.