never been good at arguing. The Black Hand Party's diplomacy almost always fell to Mu Chen and Mu Xiaobai. This was the first time he realized that being inarticulate could be a serious shortcoming.Mu...Chapter 627

White Willow's good mood continued, and Mo Yao found it rather strange. When he asked what "inner person" meant, White Willow said that an inner person was someone who was very important to you and whom you trusted deeply. Mo Yao frowned again; the next day at noon, he planned to meet with Klüber for negotiations, and on the way there, Yun drove while Mo Yao asked another question: "What does 'inner person' mean"

Yun replied, "Boss, why are you asking such a straightforward question."

"Inner person means wife," Yun explained.

The corner of Mo Yao's mouth twitched, and he didn't say anything more.

White Willow had been taking advantage of him, yet surprisingly, he didn't feel angry about it.

The afternoon negotiations went smoothly; the group met by the riverside. Mo Yao rented a yacht just for himself, with only the three of them on board and no one eavesdropping. Klüber was essentially at Mo Yao's disposal, doing whatever Mo Yao instructed him to do without any objections.

Mo Yao knew that the death of so many people meant a complete overhaul, and at this moment, Klüber naturally wanted his people to fill all the positions. However, Mo Yao inserted three of his own men into the mix. Seeing that Mo Yao left five spots open for him, Klüber had nothing more to say. This person was shortsighted and only cared about immediate gains, making him relatively easy to deal with. The key factor was that the assassination attempt last night had truly shaken everyone.

Even if it wasn't Mo Yao who did it, many people believed he was responsible since those killed were his rivals, and immediately after their deaths, his people took over. Of course, there would be talk, but Mo Yao didn’t care.

Krupp, however, was afraid that the Godfather might kill him if he wasn't pleased, so he became increasingly cautious, fearing any mistakes.

The few of them talked on the yacht for several hours. When Mo Yao inquired about the case, it was handed over to the Berlin police, and Yun only secretly gathered information. That person was too clever; there were no clues left behind. With more manpower and richer experience辦案經驗又豐富，比他們出麵要好，they had other matters to attend to and didn't have time for such games. They cared about that person but knew their hitmen wouldn’t leave any evidence behind.

As Mo Yao expected, Krupp said there was no progress from the police station; it was difficult to draw conclusions. The damaged video footage in the surveillance system was almost unwatchable. Mo Yao was intrigued and called Mo Chen to have him fix the destroyed videos.

Half an hour later, Mo Chen phoned him and told him that the video had been completely erased. Organizations with such technology were either the First Terrorist Organization or NSA. Mo Yao felt a bit surprised; the Mafia's satellites couldn't compare to those of the First Terrorist Organization in number or functionality. After all, their technical limitations made it difficult for them to track as much intelligence as the First Terrorist Organization.

Mo Chen had once tried to convince Kaka to share her channel with him but was kicked away by a foot.

"So impressive. It seems this opponent is quite interesting," Mo Yao sneered. In such a situation, it wasn't necessarily these two organizations that did it; top hackers could infiltrate their systems as well.

However, the difficulty was immense. For example, with the First Terrorist Organization's terrifying firewall and combat capabilities, no earthlings could invade them. If they were to invade, the entire satellite system might collapse. That would be more than just this commotion, so it wasn't very likely.

Moyao could only conclude that it was either an insider or a hacker. If it were a hacker, they would only be able to infiltrate the NSA, although this presented significant difficulty.

Mochen said, "Boss, should we give Kaku a call and ask him"

"No need." Moyao had his own plans. "Leave this matter to the Berlin police; you have other things to take care of."

“What”

Moyao instructed Mochen with a task at the stern of the ship and hung up shortly after, and Yun wouldn’t pry into such confidential matters. If Moyao couldn’t even share it, then it must be very important. Kleber was terrified, but Moyao found no use for him and had him leave as soon as they docked.

Yun asked, "Boss, how many days are we staying here"

"We’ll leave once I’ve dealt with that pig-headed fool." Moyao replied. Yun couldn’t help but chuckle; her boss was usually very serious and rarely cursed people as 'pig-headed,' so this added a touch of humor.

Clearly, Kleber really was quite foolish.

"By the time he finishes everything, it might take a week. During this period, some of his old subordinates will likely rebel, and Krupp might be in danger. Plus, you might also become an assassination target," Yun said seriously.

Moyao nodded. "So for these few days, you go protect him. Don't let him die; he can only die when our people take the shot. Now if he dies, his value disappears. I kept him alive for a reason."

"Understood." Yun said as he went ashore to guard Krupp. Moyao drove back to his apartment and called Bai Liu to ask where he was. Bai Liu said he was at Brandenburg Gate, not far from Moyao's apartment, so Moyao drove there directly.

The Brandenburg Gate is an historically significant building, Berlin’s triumphal arch built of white granite with a bronze statue of Victoria on top. To the east extends Unter den Linden lined with palaces. Bai Liu chose his scene well; he managed to capture the entire triumphal arch and part of the palace in his painting, which was quite challenging. The task was complex and it had taken him two hours to finish half of the Brandenburg Gate when Moyao arrived. He was taking a sip of water at the easel with two onlookers beside him. Moyao walked over, "Not done yet"

"I didn't like how I did half of it so I tore it up and started again. What do you think" Bai Liu presented his work eagerly, as if he was a child waiting for praise. Moyao nodded in appreciation of the technique and maturity evident in the work. Bai Liu beamed with joy and called Moyao discerning.

Moyao stayed by him while he painted. Bai Liu asked, "Do you have nothing to do today"

"Everything's taken care of," Moyao replied. Bai Liu nodded but didn't ask further.

Bai Liu was no ordinary painter; he worked slowly and meticulously, each line carefully drawn without a single mistake. This kind of meticulousness and calm at the age of twenty-three is rare indeed. Many people his age are anxious, uncertain, still carrying youthful impulsiveness; Bai Liu wasn't one of them. Moyao often enjoyed this tranquility around him, as if it could cleanse all impurities from life.t Moyao was to him, before a few days ago, it had all been like passing clouds. He hadn't thought much of it, but tonight he inexplicably developed feelings for Bai Liu.It really made no sense at all;...