Familiar, and never forget jì for the rest of your life.

Monanjue's slender fingers wiped down the road, and where the whip marks went, the fingertips could still touch a faint gold dust.

Only a whip inlaid with gold will leave gold dust, and this type of decoration looks gorgeous, but in fact it is more painful to beat, and the particles are stuck in the skin, like pinpricks.

This kind of method and action can only be ......

Monan Jue stood up with a gloomy face, and he shook off his hand, and the smell of the whip still seemed to fill his nose.

If it was really someone from the Mo family, what did they do with Chen An?

Don't......

He thought of Mo Beiyan almost immediately.

Mo Nanjue put the phone away, he didn't stay any longer, started the car and drove in the opposite direction.

***

Las Vegas, eastern suburbs.

Mo family.

The villa with the flavor of the Republic of China covers a huge area, surrounded by strong guards, all armed with guns, and leather whips pinned to their waists.

There was an endless forest for many miles here, and Monan Jue stopped the car and walked around the back of the villa from behind the forest.

He was familiar with this forest, he was thrown in countless times for training as a child, and when he climbed out alive, he could even count how many trees there were.

The Mo family has always been heavily guarded, Mo Nanjue put on a patent leather mask, and just drove for a while, his hands already felt weak, he took out the stimulant from his waist and injected it into his arms.

Ten fingers gradually regained strength, and he was able to move freely under his hands in fists, although he could not last long, at least for a few hours.

He never thought that when he returned to Mo's house one day, he would sneak in.

Mo Nanjue took out the leather rope, threw it against the high wall, pulled it to make sure it was firm, and then raised his long legs against the wall and climbed up quickly.

He was in good shape, and there was no sound when he landed, and Mo Nanjue was bent on the waist, with a mask covering the bridge of his nose, revealing a pair of sharp eyes. He walked along a row of trees towards Qian, the terrain was familiar to him, and he didn't need to look up to get there.

When he came to the back garden, if Chen An was really arrested, he would definitely be locked in a dungeon, the Mo family had always been tortured to arrest people, and treating their own people was no exception.

If he was really in the dungeon, the outside was locked with heavy iron doors, and it was impossible for him to rush in and save people.

Unless......

Chen An was brought out of the dungeon, and as long as he could get out, Mo Nanjue was sure to rescue him.

He thought for a long time, and when he came out of the dungeon, the ......

Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes, the only way at the moment was this.

He reached for the dagger on his arm with both hands, drew it and held it in his hand, turning and walking back.

Going out from the back garden is the Medical Pavilion, where all the doctors of the Mo family live.

Mo Nanjue walked very quickly, his slender figure was hidden behind the layers of leaves, and he didn't notice it when he walked through the inspection, he only walked to the railing, and before he stepped out, he heard a maid shouting not far away, "Stop!"

Mo Nanjue's figure was stunned, the dagger in his hand was clenched, he didn't move, the footsteps gradually approached, and the man turned sideways-

The maid shouted again, "Dye, don't run away!"

Mo Nanjue was stunned, and disbelief flashed between his eyebrows, Dye Ye?

Could it be that Tong Dye is also here?

His back was pressed against the wall, and in his ears, the maid's voice was still approaching, accompanied by another rubbing voice, "Dye Ye, you stop!