Chapter 6: Is it a dream? Or the past?

Mo Lian returned from the imperial palace, shed her night clothes, bathed, and then went to rest, the Soul Flute placed by her pillow.

The night was very quiet. Mo Lian, who usually slept lightly, had actually fallen into a deep sleep.

Twenty-first century, China.

In a deep alley in Beijing, dozens of men in black surrounded a woman. She looked about eighteen, tight black leather pants accentuating her slender legs, a pair of ten-centimeter black studded leather high heels on her feet. Under a black jacket, she wore a white T-shirt. She was flamboyant and arrogant, her high ponytail and slanted bangs framing a face cold enough to terrify, blue eyes filled with killing intent. Her arrogance needed no embellishment; it was an innate confidence.

Eyeing the group of men, Mo Lian sneered. Guns? My life isn't that easy to take.

"Girl, don't blame Uncle. The Wolf Gang is pressing too hard," the leading man wore an expression of pained reluctance, but a flash of pleasure flickered in his eyes. It was caught by Mo Lian. Hah, righteous pretense!

"Haha, kill me? You'd better think this through." Mo Lian wasn't particularly surprised. Ever since she had taken over Dragon Gate in just three days with extremely ruthless methods, this uncle of hers had grown uneasy. Hmph, did he think she didn't know his little schemes? A greedy, pushy dog.

"Uncle has no choice either. Today I am determined to have you. Girl, just kill yourself obediently, and Uncle will leave your body intact." He spoke of taking her life as if bestowing a charity. Disgusting!

"Just you? Not qualified." Mo Lian spoke as calmly as if asking whether someone had eaten.

"Don't force my hand." The man looked at Mo Lian's arrogant demeanor, rage already burning heavily in his heart, yet he still maintained a facade of acting in her best interest.

Mo Lian looked at his villainous face, sneering incessantly. She had wasted too much time today; this wasn't her style.

The man saw Mo Lian's patience had run out. He waved his hand at his subordinates and stopped Mo Lian in time.

"Don't think about moving, or Sheng Kai dies without a doubt."

Ah Kai? How could it be? Mo Lian involuntarily halted her movements.

"You're threatening me?" Mo Lian was already impatient, her eyes growing even more bloodthirsty and cold. She hated threats most in this life. Mo Lian narrowed her eyes slightly. This man had touched her reverse scale. Seeing Mo Lian's dark expression, the man didn't dare provoke her further. In the twenty-first century, especially in the underworld, one relied on strength. Without strength, you were less than nothing.

At this moment, Sheng Kai was brought into the alley. That face most familiar to Mo Lian, that most familiar person, bore conspicuous wounds. They stabbed painfully into Mo Lian's eyes.

"You hurt him?"

Mo Lian could not bear it; the killing intent radiating from her entire body was utterly undisguised.

From the moment Sheng Kai saw Mo Lian, he had already understood—this man intended to use him to threaten Lian'er. His face was equally covered in frost. If they hadn't used dirty tricks, them wanting to catch me? A pipe dream.

"He wasn't cooperative. No choice." The man also became arrogant, no longer playing the saint. With Sheng Kai in hand, still afraid I can't handle you, Mo Lian? Hmph.

"What do you want?" Mo Lian lowered her tone, but the coldness in her bones didn't diminish in the slightest.

"Simple. I want you to die before my eyes." The man laughed triumphantly. Only with you dead will the Dragon Gang truly be mine.

"Lian'er, no." Seeing the killing intent in the man's eyes, so blatant... Impossible.

"Fine." Mo Lian glanced at Sheng Kai, this man who pained for her and loved her. She decided to take a gamble.

"Mo Lian, no matter how formidable you are, in the end you'll still die by my hand." The man finished, bursting into wild laughter.

"Let him go." Mo Lian wasn't that stupid. If she didn't secure Sheng Kai's release first, things were unpredictable.

"Impossible." Sheng Kai was equivalent to his own life. Let him go? Heh. I'm not sick. The man thought darkly.

"One sentence. Let go or not? At worst, we perish together." Mo Lian spoke ruthlessly. This wasn't a bad method.

"You... you dare!" The words had a good effect; at least they startled the opponent.

"Haha... joke. In this world, there is nothing Mo Lian doesn't dare to do." Mo Lian curled her lips, yet it looked like the smile of the Grim Reaper.

Sheng Kai was silent. He had still harmed Lian'er. Lian'er, I thought I could protect you completely for this lifetime. But... Lian'er, if you're gone, how can Ah Kai live alone? Lian'er, you're so cruel.

"Let him go." To avoid any accident, the man decided to gamble. Because he still didn't want to die. On the whole road, everyone knew how crazy Mo Lian was! Even with Sheng Kai in hand, he didn't dare be too forceful.

"Ah Kai, go." Mo Lian understood. Only if Ah Kai left could she ensure absolute safety. Even though he was her equal, right now he was covered in injuries.

"Lian'er....." Sheng Kai couldn't move his feet. He feared that once he left, Mo Lian would be gone.

Hmph. The man sneered coldly, tightening his grip on the pistol. Leave? Not a single one of you is leaving. The muzzle aimed at Mo Lian. Seeing this, Sheng Kai lunged toward Mo Lian.

"Bang."

A gunshot tore through the sky. On the ground, blood stained a vast area red. The person lying in that pool of blood was smiling, feeling no pain, only one thought in his mind: Good thing it wasn't Lian'er.....