The thought that Wancha’s escape might be related to Mo Xin fueled Will Reinis’s imagination.

Although Wancha was a foolish man easily swayed to seek revenge by killing, his actions of shouting “Long live Reinis” at Mo Zhenghong’s funeral after escaping made the conspiracy too apparent.

Moreover, the Danga government, after re-arresting Wancha, had yet to try him, leaving Will Reinis puzzled.

What purpose did they have in keeping a patricidal enemy alive?

The Mo brothers were not kind-hearted people at all.

Unless they had other plans for him.

With this in mind, Will Reinis abruptly stood up, opened the first drawer, grabbed his sidearm, and strode out.

He couldn’t wait for his secretary to return. He went straight to his car, started the engine with a loud roar, and drove out of the headquarters, heading straight for the upscale residential area of San Lorenzo.

When he incited Wancha to assassinate Mo Zhenghong, in order to distance himself as much as possible, he didn’t directly intervene. Instead, he contacted Wancha through an intermediary named Ernest.

Will Reinis’s thoughts were in disarray, unable to focus on deducing what the Mo brothers intended to do by keeping Wancha. At this moment, he only had one thought in his mind: he had to cut off this line of contact with Ernest.

As long as Ernest was eliminated, no matter what, the assassination case of Mo Zhenghong would no longer be associated with their Reinis family.

Because Ernest held a high position in the federal government and had served as his father’s deputy for nearly twenty years, Will Reinis had to personally visit to avoid arousing suspicion.

If his father found out about this, he would surely get an earful again.

Will Reinis was nearly forty years old and didn’t want to be constantly overshadowed by his father. He decided to act first and report later.

Once he made up his mind, he simply tore off his tie and threw it aside, took out his phone, and called Ernest, saying he needed to talk face-to-face about something urgent.

Ernest didn’t suspect anything, “Then come straight to my house.”

Will Reinis said solemnly, “This matter is very important and must be kept confidential.”

Ernest chuckled, “No need to say, I understand the rules.”

Will Reinis hung up the phone and stepped on the gas pedal. When Ernest heard the doorbell, he was a little surprised, “You’re here so soon, what’s so urgent?”

Will Reinis shook his head with a grim expression, not rushing to enter the house but first looked at the empty living room behind Ernest, cautiously confirming, “Are there other people in the house?”

“My wife took the kids to her mother’s house, and I’m not a person who messes around.” Ernest patted his shoulder, letting him in, “Sit, want something to drink?”

“No, let’s get straight to the point,” Wil Reinis followed him into the living room, his right hand in his pocket, and asked Ernest, “Did anyone else know about your contact with Wancha back then?”

Ernest shook his head, “Of course not, I handled the whole thing personally, and no one leaked anything.”

He looked at the serious man in front of him strangely, “Why are you suddenly asking about this? Is there trouble with Wancha? “

Will Reinis visibly breathed a sigh of relief, “There’s been a little complication, but fortunately, you didn’t tell anyone. It makes things much easier.”

“Hmm?” Ernest furrowed his brows slightly, feeling even more uneasy inside.

Before he could inquire further, he saw Will Reinis’s right hand, which had been in his pocket all along, suddenly move. His keen intuition told him that this movement was extremely dangerous!

Driven by instinct, Ernest sidestepped, and at the same time, his eyes caught the spark from the silenced pistol as it fired.

The bullet flew past him, grazing his side and shattering a vase behind him.

Seeing that the first shot missed, Will Reinis fired again. Ernest let out a miserable cry, clutching his left shoulder where he was hit, and fell to the ground. Blood instantly pooled on the bright floor through his fingers.

“Why!” Ernest shouted in despair and anger.

Will Reinis walked up to him in large strides, looking down at him, “I’m sorry, but I didn’t want to take this step unless absolutely necessary.”

Ernest instantly understood. He heard the sound of the gun being loaded and closed his eyes in resignation.

He had served Reinis for so many years, and the rewards he received were high, but naturally, so were the risks.

This was the price he had to pay.

The muffled sound of a gunshot rang out again, but the source seemed to be a bit further away this time, not right next to his head.

The expected pain didn’t come, but instead, Will Reinis, who was supposed to execute him, suddenly groaned and collapsed heavily on his knees, kneeling in front of him.

Ernest opened his eyes in astonishment, first seeing Will Reinis’s agonized face twisted in pain, and then he saw the situation behind him, widening his eyes even more.

“Who are you?”

Will Reinis, clutching his wounded left knee pit, turned his head to look, only to see a tall figure standing quietly in the shadows of the entrance.

“How did you get in?!” Ernest asked in terror, but the figure raised the gun again and shot Will Reinis in the right knee as he attempted to retaliate.

Will Reinis screamed in pain and collapsed completely in the pool of blood, losing his ability to fight back.

Only then did the figure step forward, walking towards them.

He wore a black hat and a mask, revealing only a pair of sharp, black eyes, his whole demeanor cold and intimidating, like the arrival of death.

Will Reinis tried to figure out who this unexpected variable was, but before he could move, the figure stepped on his knee, which was bleeding profusely.

He nearly passed out from the pain.

The figure didn’t linger on him, stepping over him as if stepping on an ant, and with one hand grabbed Ernest’s collar. Ignoring Ernest’s terrified resistance, he forcefully dragged him to the nearby tea room.

The floor left a long, shocking trail of blood stains.

“Mo Xin! I know it’s you! Mo Xin, stop right there!”

Will Reinis shouted hoarsely at the figure filled with the scent of death.

However, a cold sneer came from another direction.

“Did you call me?”

The chilly voice was like a cold arrow shooting from behind.

Will Reinis dared not believe it as he turned his neck, only to see Mo Xin leaning against the entrance, looking at him with indifference.

That person wasn’t Mo Xin?! Then who else could it be!

“Who are you?! What do you want!”

Inside the tea room, Ernest had been asking the same questions, not wanting to die without knowing.

The figure no longer concealed his identity, taking off his hat and mask, revealing the handsome face that had appeared on the front pages of major media outlets.

Ernest’s face turned pale in an instant, and his lips trembled, “Liang… Liang… Liang Qiuchi!”

“It’s me.” Liang Qiuchi crouched down, wiping the blood splattered on the tip of his shoe with his right hand wearing black leather gloves.

Ernest’s face turned pale, and his lips trembled, “You… you were arrested, weren’t you? How did you appear here!”

“Of course, I’m here to save you.”

Liang Qiuchi’s smile was gentle, but his eyes were still cold, making it hard to believe.

Moreover, Ernest had no relationship with him whatsoever.

Of course, Ernest didn’t believe it. How could Liang Qiuchi possibly save him?

“To be precise, I’m giving you a chance to choose,” Liang Qiuchi glanced at his watch, “Time is limited. I’ll give you only one minute to think about it. Would you rather spend ten years in prison or die now? It’s up to you to choose, and the countdown begins.”