PDLP Chapter 514: Mo Family's New Crisis: The Beginning of a Storm
Chapter 514: Mo Family's New Crisis: The Beginning of a Storm
Chapter 514: Mo Family's New Crisis: The Storm Begins
Wen Nuan suddenly grabbed the waiter's wrist, her eyes sharp as a knife: "Where did you get this handkerchief?"
The waiter was startled by her sudden momentum and stammered, "This... This... is from the hotel..."
"Given by the hotel?" Wen Nuan sneered, her tone full of suspicion. "Which hotel would give out handkerchiefs embroidered with a phoenix pattern?"
The waiter's face was pale and his eyes were flickering, obviously hiding something.
Wen Nuan increased the strength of her hands, her tone cold: "Tell me! Who sent you here?"
At this moment, Mo Han came back and saw this scene. He immediately stepped forward and pulled Wen Nuan behind him. He glanced at the waiter with a cold look: "What's going on?"
The waiter was so frightened that he trembled all over. He dared not hide it anymore and tremblingly told the truth: "It was... a man... who gave me a lot of money... and asked me... asked me to deliberately bump into this lady..."
"Man?" Mo Han asked, "What kind of man?"
The waiter tried to recall: "Tall... very strong... with a scar on his face..."
Mo Han's heart sank. This description reminded him of a person - Scarface Tiger, the leader of an underground force who had once had a feud with the Mo family and later disappeared.
Could it be him?
"Phoenix, Scarface Tiger..." Mo Han connected the two, and a strong sense of unease surged in his heart.
He realized that this was not just a simple accident, but a huge conspiracy that was quietly shrouding the Mo family.
He immediately ordered his men: "Seal off the hotel and thoroughly investigate all personnel!"
At the same time, a fire broke out suddenly in a small subsidiary of the Mo Group, and the warehouse was completely burned down.
Immediately afterwards, an equipment failure occurred at another subsidiary's factory, paralyzing the production line.
A series of accidents happened one after another, causing panic among the entire Mo family.
Mo Han looked at the report in his hand, his face terribly gloomy.
He knew that this was the beginning of the Phoenix organization's action.
He walked to the French window, overlooking the brightly lit city, a sharp light flashed in his eyes.
"Phoenix..." He murmured in a low voice, his tone filled with murderous intent, "I want to see who you are!"
Wen Nuan walked to his side, gently held his hand, and gave him silent support.
Mo Han turned to look at her, a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes, and then he returned to his coldness.
He picked up the phone and dialed a number: "Immediately call the family think tank to a meeting at the old house..."
Mo Han's actions were swift and decisive.
In less than an hour, the conference room in the Mo family's old house was full of people.
These are the think tanks of the Mo family. They usually make plans and win battles thousands of miles away.
At this moment, each of them had a solemn look on their face, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that it made people breathless.
Mo Han presented the intelligence he had gathered to everyone, saying in a low voice, "The Phoenix Organization is coming with great force, and their purpose is unclear, but judging by their recent actions, it's clear they intend to inflict heavy damage on the Mo family."
"Their methods are covert, their actions are swift, and they seem to know us very well." A senior consultant pushed his glasses, frowning. "This is very unusual."
"There seems to be a problem with their funding chain," another financial expert pointed to the data analysis chart on the screen. "Although the source of their funds is unknown, judging by the flow of several transactions, their capital turnover is not smooth."
Mo Han narrowed his eyes slightly, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes: "Capital chain... This is a breakthrough." He quickly issued a series of instructions, mobilized the resources of the Mo family, and began a full-scale investigation and crackdown on the capital chain of the "Phoenix" organization.
Wen Nuan stood quietly by the side, watching Mo Han busying around, her heart filled with worry.
She knew that Mo Han was under tremendous pressure at the moment, but all she could do was support him silently.
Mo Han felt the warm gaze, walked to her and gently held her in his arms.
"Don't worry," he whispered in her ear, "I'll take care of everything."
Wen Nuan buried her head in his chest, feeling his warm embrace, and the uneasiness in her heart subsided a little.
The two of them hugged each other quietly, seeking comfort in each other's arms.
Suddenly, Mo Han's phone vibrated.
He glanced at the caller ID and his expression instantly became serious.
He gently pushed Wen Nuan away and answered the phone: "Hello..."
A hurried voice came from the other end of the phone: "Mr. Mo, this is bad! One of our secret accounts has been frozen!"
Mo Han's pupils suddenly contracted, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
He hung up the phone and turned to look at Wen Nuan, his eyes filled with complicated emotions.
"It seems..." He spoke slowly, with a barely perceptible tremor in his tone, "We've been discovered..."
Mo Han hung up the phone, his face as gloomy as the sky before a rainstorm.
The freezing of the secret accounts meant that the Phoenix organization not only discovered their investigation, but also took preemptive action to cut off their funding sources.
What's more terrifying is that this exposes the possibility of a traitor within the Mo family.
"They are stronger and more cunning than we imagined." Mo Han's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of fatigue.
Wen Nuan held his hand tightly, her eyes firm: "No matter what, I will stay by your side."
Just as he finished speaking, there was a roar of a car engine outside the villa, followed by intensive gunfire.
Mo Han suddenly protected Wen Nuan behind him and glanced out the window sharply.
"They're coming!"
The killers were well-trained and acted quickly, obviously coming prepared.
They surrounded the villa from all sides, and the sounds of gunfire and explosions broke the tranquility of the night.
Mo Han's bodyguards fought hard, but they were outnumbered and gradually fell into a disadvantage.
Wen Nuan was not panicked, but rather extremely calm.
She quickly made a call: "It's me, start Plan B."
She hung up the phone, a determined glint in her eyes.
She knew that Mo Han was in danger and she had to do something.
"Come with me!" Wen Nuan took Mo Han's hand and quickly walked through the hail of bullets and came to the underground secret room of the villa.
In the secret room, everything is ready.
Wen Nuan pressed a button, and the lights around the villa went out instantly, plunging it into darkness.
"What's going on?" The killers were momentarily thrown into disarray.
At this moment, countless searchlights suddenly lit up around the villa, illuminating the entire area as bright as day.
"Oh no, it's a trap!" the killer leader exclaimed.
"It's too late to realize it now." A warm but cold voice came from the darkness.
Gunshots rang out again, but this time, it was the Mo family guards who had the upper hand.
They lay in ambush in the dark and launched a fierce counterattack against the killers.
Wen Nuan stood in front of the surveillance screen in the secret room, watching the killers fall one by one, with a sneer on her lips.
"The game has just begun..." she whispered, with a cold gleam in her eyes.
Suddenly, the scene on the screen changed and a strange man appeared.
He was wearing a mask and his face could not be seen, but his eyes were full of evil and murderous intent.
"Mo Han, do you think you've won?" the man said in a low voice, "You're wrong. This is just the beginning..."
There was a crackling sound of electricity coming from the communicator, and then it fell into complete silence.
The killers were exposed in the sudden bright light, and the bullets from the Mo family guards rained down.
The well-trained killers were caught off guard and were quickly knocked to the ground.
The gunshots outside the villa gradually subsided, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.
The Mo family members walked out of the secret room and looked at the mess on the ground, feeling both amazed and impressed.
They didn't expect that Wen Nuan, who was always gentle, would show such decisiveness and courage at the critical moment.
"Young Madam, you're truly amazing!" said the housekeeper, Old Li, excitedly. "If it weren't for you, the consequences would be disastrous!"
The other servants also echoed and looked at Wen Nuan with admiration.
Mo Han looked at Wen Nuan, his eyes filled with pride and love.
He walked forward and gently held her in his arms: "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Wen Nuan leaned in his arms and said softly, "Just a little tired."
Mo Han stroked her hair lovingly, saying gently, "Thank you for your hard work."
However, this victory did not let them down.
The sudden attack by the mysterious organization made them realize that the enemy was stronger and more cunning than they had imagined.
The next day, Mo Han summoned the core members of the family to discuss countermeasures.
"This attack is just a warning." Mo Han's face was solemn. "Their real purpose is probably far more than this."
"Could their target be the Mo Group?" Mo Han's uncle Mo Tiancheng asked worriedly.
"We can't rule out this possibility." Mo Han nodded, "We must prepare for the worst."
Everyone in the Mo family expressed their opinions one after another, and the atmosphere was tense and solemn.
Just then, Mo Han's cell phone rang.
He glanced at the caller ID and his face turned pale instantly.
"It's... it's Grandpa calling..." He answered the phone tremblingly, "Grandpa..."
A weak voice came from the other end of the phone: "Mo Han... I... I don't feel well..."
Mo Han's heart sank suddenly, and an ominous premonition came to his mind.
He immediately told the driver to prepare the car, then turned to Wen Nuan and said, "I'm going to the hospital, you..."
"I'll go with you!" Wen Nuan said firmly.
Mo Han held her hand tightly and said nothing more.
The two hurried to the hospital, their hearts filled with anxiety and uneasiness.
In the hospital, Mr. Mo was lying on the hospital bed, his face pale and his breathing weak.
Doctors are giving him emergency treatment, but the situation is not optimistic.
"Grandpa!" Mo Han rushed to the bedside and held the old man's hand tightly, "You must hold on!"
Old Master Mo slowly opened his eyes, looked at Mo Han, and said with his last bit of strength, "Mo Han... be careful... 'Phoenix'..."
After saying this, the old man's hands dropped weakly and his breathing stopped.
"Grandpa!" Mo Han cried out in grief.
She hugged him tightly, tears falling silently.
She knew that the real crisis of the Mo family had just begun...
Just then, Mo Han's phone rang again.
He glanced at the caller ID and saw it was an unfamiliar number.
He hesitated for a moment, then answered the phone.
"Mo Han," a cold voice came from the other end of the phone, "Your game is over..."