he still doesn't believe in you. How tragic is that If I were you, wouldn’t I be more cautious""You…" Han Bi’s expression changed slightly. Warmth was smiling sweetly and pleasantly, but who didn’t kn...Chapter 622

Little White was a bit bewildered and didn't immediately understand what Ji Bing meant until he saw her fingers. Then, it dawned on him what she had been talking about. Little White sat up and held Ji Bing's hand; the ring he had carefully chosen looked very beautiful on her slender, fair fingers. It was especially attractive.

His eyes filled with emotion. Reflecting upon these days, he realized that he truly had wronged Ji Bing. Smiling, Mo Xiaobai said earnestly, "It's true; I'm not lying to you. Now that I've won her over and proposed marriage, naturally, we'll be together for life."

This was the promise he had made originally. The boys of the Mo family valued their promises above all else. From a young age, Ye Wei would say they could give up their lives but not break their word. If they promised something to someone, it must be fulfilled. They couldn't go back on their words, whether to others or themselves.

She said that one shouldn’t rashly make promises; however, once a promise was made, it had to be kept.

He had always remembered Ye Wei's words and adhered to his commitments.

A dazzling smile slowly spread across Ji Bing’s face. She grasped Mo Xiaobai's hand in return. "Then when are we getting married"

Momo was taken aback; Ji Bing blushed as she laughed shyly but happily, "I want to marry you and be your wife. You said that once I got better, we would get married. My health has always been like this—neither good nor bad—so why don’t we just get married I want to see the sunrise with you every day."

Engagement inevitably leads to marriage.

Momo was well aware of this, and he had long harbored thoughts of living together with Ji Bing for life. However, when Ji Bing suddenly brought it up, it caught him off guard; it didn't seem like the right time.

It shouldn’t be done like that; he should decide the timing himself. He felt young and wasn’t in a hurry to marry. Mo Xiaobai sometimes found his own thoughts contradictory: he wanted to spend his life with Ji Bing, but at the same time, he thought he was still too young for marriage.

Once married, freedom would be lost; he loved freedom the most. He would never hesitate in taking care of Ji Bing, but getting married... Wasn't it a bit premature Mo Xiaobai really hesitated. At only twenty-three years old, he felt too young.

Ji Bing's happiness gradually dimmed. "You don’t want to"

"No, no! Ji Bing, please misunderstand me," Momo hastily pulled her hand back. "I don't mean that at all; I just feel it's a bit early for us. Can we wait a few more years"

"Are you definitely going to marry me"

"Of course!"

"If you're going to marry me eventually, why do we need to wait Marrying me won’t change anything; whether or not we get married, it's all the same, right I promise I’ll never bother you," Ji Bing smiled.

Momo was rendered speechless. He could be as charming and flattering as he wanted, but there was no way he could deceive Ji Bing with his words.

He was very serious with Ji Bing, never joking around or lying. Facing such a crystal-clear person, he couldn't bring himself to say anything.

Mò Xiǎobái felt relieved; she was right. Whether they got married early or late, it would still be marriage. So let's get married sooner rather than later.

"Okay!"

“You agreed” Ji Bing looked overjoyed, more so than she had ever imagined.

Mò Xiǎobái nodded, "I’ll inform Father and Mother first, then ask when they’re returning to Rome. I'll take you back to meet them."

Ji Bing was ecstatic at the thought of meeting Mò Xiǎobái’s parents and soon getting married to her. Her heart bloomed with happiness as if white doves took flight, scattering joy all around. In that moment, she sincerely thanked fate for letting her encounter Mò Xiǎobái—the man she loved most in this life.

Mò Xiǎobái smiled and hugged her tightly.

Yes, let’s go with marriage then.

Even if it leads to a grave, as long as I have her, the grave will be full of happiness.

No regrets, no regrets at all.

Mò Xiǎobái kept telling herself she had no regrets.

...

Bai Liu drank too much and looked deathly pale, her eyes misty and wet. She was particularly alluring, and Mò Yáo could feel the predatory gazes of men around him; he sensed that as soon as he left, these men who seemed to have been starving for centuries would pounce on Bai Liu.

Mò Yáo’s prankster side kicked in. He drank a cup and went to the restroom. He wanted to see how Bai Liu would handle this crisis. The restroom was spacious and independent, but he heard faint sounds that gradually grew louder, causing the neighboring partition to rattle with heavy impacts.

He could hear two men panting.

Mò Yáo frowned disapprovingly. Male restrooms in such bars were notoriously sleazy and promiscuous, ideal places for quick hookups. Unfortunately, he lacked experience in that regard. While Mò Yáo washed his hands, the neighboring door suddenly opened, revealing an exceptionally handsome Eastern youth who appeared disheveled and rebellious. He was young with a tight dark blue shirt unbuttoned at three buttons, showing clear bite marks on his neck—very suggestive indeed. His formfitting attire accentuated his slender waist and long legs, exuding a seductive allure.

Mò Yáo thought the youth was quite charming; seeing Mò Yáo staring at him, he suddenly smiled and asked in Italian, "Hey, are you interested in me"

His question was straightforward. Mò Yáo didn’t mind but shook his head. He knew these men in such a bar tended to be of a certain type. When the youth attempted to cling onto him due to disappointment, his body odor made Mò Yáo recoil. With one push, he sent the youth sprawling aside.

Moyao looked on coldly as the young man curled his long legs and sat against the wall, his index finger skimming across his lips. He didn't seem distressed; rather, he appeared alluring.

Moyao glanced at the restroom where another person seemed to be tidying up their clothes and felt uncomfortable about leaving. The man remained inside, so Moyao, with no desire to糾纏這個少年，關掉了水龍頭就離開了。他背後傳來一陣輕笑。

He frowned. Nowadays, young people all looked so... extraordinary.

Even a youth from a nightclub seemed out of place in Rome, which wasn't exactly a breeding ground for such characters.

When Moyao stepped outside, he slightly raised an eyebrow to see five men lying next to Bai Liu. He was standing on one man's chest with a glass of whisky swinging in his hand, his face expressionless and pale as if transparent. He resembled a devil clad in white, flapping the wings of evil. In that moment under the light, the youth appeared towering, intimidating, and awe-inspiring, too sacred to be profaned. Suddenly twisting his wrist, he poured alcohol into the man's eyes, causing the latter to scream like a pig being slaughtered.

Moyao didn't intend to intervene but rather watched with amusement. He hadn't expected Bai Liu to have such formidable fighting skills; it was obvious from his physique that he had trained extensively and knew how to defend himself. Sometimes, people's eyes betray their secrets—those who've been trained or seen blood carry an aura of sharpness regardless of whether they wish to hide it. While Bai Liu’s wasn't overly pronounced, it was there.

His combat skills appeared impressive: two men had broken arms, and the rest didn’t dare approach after seeing this spectacle. Therefore, no real danger remained. Moyao enjoyed watching from the side as Bai Liu kicked people away one by one after pouring them drinks.

He wasn't bloodthirsty or combative; he only reacted if provoked. Otherwise, he was an innocent-looking, white-clad youth.

As Moyao approached Bai Liu, a gunshot rang out, causing chaos in the bar. The sound seemed to originate from the restroom direction. Moyao noticed a subtle reaction from Bai Liu as soon as the shot fired; a flash of intense sharpness flickered across his foggy gaze, too swift for most to catch.

"Murder! Someone's dead!" A bartender shouted in panic upon exiting. The youth Moyao had seen before was leaning against the wall, laughing like he'd stolen someone’s soul, watching everything unfold as if it were a farce unworthy of mention. When he saw Moyao looking at him, he winked and flashed an electrifying smile, but Moyao remained indifferent.

The bar's patrons rushed out in a panic; Moyao and Bai Liu naturally didn't linger either. They got into the car moments before the police arrived.

The ride was smooth, but Bai Liu felt unwell and vomited by the roadside. "I thought you could handle it," Moyao remarked, referring to how much he'd drunk.

Bai Liu didn't reply; instead, he rinsed his mouth with pure water before suddenly turning serious: “My painting…”

Yes, his paintings.

They had left Bai Liu's sketchbook behind.

"It’s too late," Moyao said. "The police are here; we can't retrieve the book."

"No way!" Bai Liu responded firmly. "That’s one of my most important possessions, and I can’t lose it."

“Bai Liu!”

Bai Liu turned to Moyao with a serious tone: “If you don't go back for it, lend me your car.”

At that moment, the usually mild-mannered youth exuded an air of domineering confidence. Mo Yue thought to himself, could he not have come If anything were to happen to this young master on his turf, it wouldn’t be good. As the car reversed, distant gunshots could already be heard.

Mo Yue counted the shots as he drove; there were twenty-one in total. The sounds of different models of handguns were distinct, and Mo Yue recognized three types of guns from the gunfire, indicating that at least three kinds of pistols had been involved in a shootout.

There should only be police over there… Suddenly, an intense burst of gunfire was heard before it fell silent again.

The total number of shots fired reached thirty-one. By the time they arrived at the entrance to the bar, the scene was chaotic and strewn with debris. Several policemen lay dead on the ground, and the decorative lights by the entrance had been shattered, leaving shards of glass everywhere. Although this wasn’t a bustling area, it was lively during night markets, attracting many people who gathered from afar to watch the commotion. A crowd had even assembled on the rooftop across the street. Inside the bar, sporadic gunshots still echoed before everything finally quieted down.

Neither Mo Yue nor Bai Liu got out of the car; under such circumstances, no one would risk getting out without knowing what was going on inside. Besides, there were many witnesses outside and some dead police officers too; in any country, killing a policeman is considered a serious crime because it’s an act of defiance against authority, which nobody would dare to do.

Mo Yue thought this must be the work of a crazed hitman. He didn’t like such reckless killers; they killed for pleasure rather than money and challenged authority unnecessarily. Only foolish hitmen would provoke an entire police force.

"My painting…" Bai Liu said, about to open the car door, but Mo Yue held him back. The light by the bar entrance was dim when a slender figure suddenly emerged from inside—she looked like a woman…

She had chestnut curly hair and wore makeup meticulously applied; she had a slender physique dressed in a short trench coat with skinny jeans on, resembling an assassin straight out of a movie scene.

Sitting astride a heavy motorcycle parked by the entrance, she left rather elegantly.

Bai Liu’s eyes narrowed slightly as he said gravely, "That was actually a man."

Mo Yue was somewhat surprised; Bai Liu had identified it so quickly. But Bai Liu didn’t say anything further and got out of the car to rush into the bar. The floor was covered with spilled alcohol and shattered glass, and there were countless bullet holes in the sofa cushions. Inside the bar, several dead police officers lay sprawled about along with a couple who must have been waitstaff; yet Bai Liu couldn’t find his painting album, so he left without delay.

"Where’s your painting album"

"It’s gone!"

"Your album isn’t anything special—why would anyone want it" Mo Yue asked curiously. Seeing Bai Liu’s face darken with a sinister expression, he replied coldly, "Indeed, who took my precious thing."

Mo Yue started the car and drove off, but immediately more police arrived. Throughout the journey, Bai Liu was in low spirits because his painting album had gone missing—like losing his son. He bore an ominous look to find the murderer.

The paintings he made on his travels were all stored there with no backup; for Bai Liu, it was a very valuable collection.

"If your album is lost, just buy another one," Mo Yue suggested.

Bai Liu remained silent. Then suddenly he asked, "Hey, did you know the woman was actually a man"

"Didn’t see it " Bai Liu asked Mo Yue who shook his head seriously; how could he not have seen it But he wanted to know how Bai Liu had figured it out. Bai Liu said nonchalantly, "He seemed in such a hurry that he couldn't change into shoes properly, still wearing large men’s shoes. Plus the height and gait—there was no way she could be a woman. Even if it’s not an empty place, make sure all the film is destroyed so that nothing gets leaked. Are we clear"When seeing Cai Xiaojing's smile, Tang Mandong and Gao Chunmiao answered in unison like...