Chapter 94: An Utter Madman!

Before his hand could even reach her, she recoiled on instinct, crying out in fury, "If you lay a hand on me, my husband will be here soon, and he will break your arm!"

"By the time your husband arrives, you'll already be mine," the man said, utterly unconcerned by her threat. With a mocking smile, he added, "A worthless nobody like him? Do you really think I'd take him seriously?"

As he spoke, he let his gaze drift over her with open lewdness.

"I warned you, don't touch me today, or my husband will never let you go!" she said sharply.

"Mo Han. Are you here yet? If you don't come now, I won't be able to face you anymore!"

Panic rose in her heart.

She realized that she was becoming sleepier by the moment.

If not for her iron will, she would have already fallen unconscious.

The wine she had drunk had been laced with a sedative by Zhao Degao. If the other man had not suddenly barged in, she might not have been able to hold on much longer before drifting into sleep.

"Since your husband is worthless, then I shall satisfy you myself today," the man said with a greasy laugh, reaching out again for her hand.

This time, all she felt was a dizzying haze; she no longer even had the awareness left to dodge.

But the fear in her heart only deepened.

She was terrified. She wanted to escape.

Yet her body had no strength, her head swam, and helplessness and despair filled her entirely.

With a deafening crash, the door was smashed open at the critical moment, and the two bodyguards stationed outside the private room were sent flying inward.

Then Mo Han strode in.

The man was shaken. He had not expected the one who came to be Mo Han.

Hadn't he already sent people to kill him?

Could it be that even Uncle Qi failed to kill him?

A bad feeling began to rise in his heart.

He knew full well how formidable Left Cold Demon was, yet Mo Han was standing here unharmed.

Could it be that Left Cold Demon had been killed by him?

"Mo Han, perfect timing. Today I'll let you see with your own eyes how I deal with your wife," the man said.

Though somewhat shocked by Mo Han's strength, he still had a trump card.

Laughing coldly, he leveled a pistol at Mo Han's head.

But Mo Han's eyes only flashed with killing intent, and he showed no sign of stopping.

"Stop right there!" the man barked, his expression darkening.

In the next instant, however, his vision blurred, and Mo Han vanished from sight.

By the time he reacted, the gun in his hand was already in Mo Han's possession.

With a sharp crack, the man watched in horror as the pistol was crushed in one hand.

Mo Han tossed the pulverized gun to the floor and walked over to gather the woman into his arms.

The moment she saw him, hope finally kindled in her despairing heart.

"Mo Han, save Jiao Jiao!" she said, and at last she could hold on no longer. She slipped into unconsciousness.

Seeing that she was not seriously hurt, Mo Han let out a quiet breath of relief.

Then he turned to look at the dazed man.

"Say your last words. Quickly."

Mo Han's voice was low and heavy.

His family was his reverse scale. Anyone who dared lay hands on his wife had crossed his bottom line.

Feeling the killing intent in Mo Han's eyes, the man began to feel fear.

Though he was the second young master of the Left family and a tyrant in River State City, this was the first time he had felt such murderous pressure from another man.

"Mo Han, I am the second young master of the Left family in River State City. Before you lay a finger on me, you'd best find out who I am. Otherwise, you'll regret it beyond measure!" he warned.

"Regret?"

Mo Han looked at him with disdain. "The Left family is enough to make me regret something?"

"Hmph. Don't think that just because we're in River State City, the Left family can't touch you," the man said, finding his courage again. "And your Lee family pharmaceutical factory is about to go bankrupt. If you kneel and beg me, then send your wife to my bed, perhaps I might leave your pharmaceutical factory a way out. Otherwise, no one can help you!"

At that moment, an air of confidence suddenly swelled around him.

He was sure Mo Han was a smart man and knew how to weigh his options.

Without the factory, Mo Han was nothing.

"Mo Han, how dare you not take Young Master Left seriously? Your whole family is doomed to despair," Lee Bing said as he walked in.

He had originally come with the Left young master. Earlier, he had gone to the restroom because he felt a little unwell after having too much fun with him, and only now had he come out.

"Then you should be the one in despair now," Mo Han said when he saw Lee Bing, a flash of killing intent instantly appearing in his eyes.

Without another word, he stepped forward and slapped Lee Bing hard twice, once from each side.

Last time, he had handed Lee An'an over to Qin Haoran. Mo Han had long wanted to ruin him. Now that he had tangled himself up with the Left young master again, of course Mo Han would not give him another chance.

"Are you insane? Why are you hitting me for no reason?" Lee Bing was so angry he nearly spat blood.

Mo Han was simply a madman. He had only said a single gloating remark, and Mo Han had slapped him twice.

This was utterly insane.

With a dull thud, Mo Han showed no courtesy and had no intention of wasting words.

He kicked out viciously. Before Lee Bing could finish speaking, he was sent sprawling to the floor, convulsing like a shrimp, the pain so intense he could not even speak.

Mo Han had not held back in the slightest. Whether Lee Bing lived or died now would depend on his own fortune.

The Left young master's expression changed.

He had not expected Mo Han to be this ruthless.

This man was simply a lunatic.

"If you dare act recklessly, you're dead! And your Lee family will be bankrupt too!" the man threatened. "If you dare lay a finger on me today, my father will certainly kill you!"

"What, frightened at last?"

Mo Han walked toward him with a mocking smile. "The moment you set your sights on my wife, your fate today was sealed."

With a cold glint in his eyes, Mo Han struck without hesitation, seizing the man's throat and lifting him bodily into the air.

The man's face instantly turned crimson. His feet kicked helplessly in midair, terror filling his eyes. How could this madman be so terrifying?

"Sorry to disappoint you, but our Lee family's pharmaceutical factory will not go bankrupt. As for your Left family, I've set my sights on it. Sooner or later, it will be erased from River State City."

What kind of man was Mo Han?

He was the Lord of the Netherworld, the one who held the life and death of countless beings in his hands.

The Left family had provoked him again and again. Naturally, he would show no mercy.

"Let go... let go of me!"

The man's body grew stiffer and stiffer, yet Mo Han's hand was like a steel vise.

Colder still.

Tighter still.

No matter how he struggled, he could not break free in the slightest.

That suffocating terror made him feel he would die in the very next moment.

With two swift kicks, the man was sent crashing to the floor as well.

He sprawled beside Lee Bing like a dead dog and passed out on the spot.

Whether he would ever wake again would depend on his own fate.

Mo Han did not even glance at the two of them. Carrying Lee An'an in his arms, he left the room.

Very soon, he learned where Jiao Jiao was.

He headed for another room and kicked the door open with a single blow.