Moqi Xinsi lowered his head and tugged at his mother's body, which lay facedown. Beneath her blood-spattered evening gown, he found a pair of small hands that were still warm.
He knew whose hands they were: his younger brother, Moqi Xinzhi.
A smile of relief spread across his young face, and Moqi Xinsi turned to seek Yin Chao's help.
Of course he knew the Evil God was powerful, but fewer than ten seconds had passed.
The three men in suits were already dead, bleeding from every opening in their heads, killed by bullets.
Yin Chao stood among the bodies, tilting his head and raising the ends of his eyebrows slightly.
To be honest, he had not done a thing before these men died.
Only when he turned and saw little Moqi Xinsi's shining eyes did Yin Chao lower his raised brows.
Remember Moqi Xinsi's title-"Chess Player"?
He excelled at manipulation, strategy, and psychological warfare, controlling your body and turning you into a pawn in his hands.
No matter how his appearance and memories changed, a talent etched into his very marrow would not easily fade.
The crystal chandelier above Yin Chao cast mottled light over him, dazzling and bright.
He walked toward Moqi Xinsi step by step, unfathomable emotions in his eyes, then bent down to ask.
"Did you find your brother?"
Moqi Xinsi nodded and pointed behind him.
With his current strength, he could not move an adult woman's body.
Yin Chao understood. He crouched down, turned the woman's body over, then lifted her and gently set her aside.
Sure enough, a small face almost identical to Moqi Xinsi's lay on the floor, its eyes tightly shut.
Fortunately, his brother was unharmed and seemed only to have fainted.
The child whose brows had been tightly knitted a moment before