A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 1997: Chapter 480: Reunion with an Old Friend, The One That Got Away (7)

He is Arturo’s son, destined from birth to lead an extraordinary life.

Aunt is ultimately too naive.

Nodding, Yue Yi’an said solemnly, "Alright, I will listen to you."

Arriving at the nearest dock, the group disembarked and found a hotel nearby to stay for the night. They continued their journey the next day and reached Li City, the Mafia’s stronghold, by the evening two days later.

In the hotel, Yun Miao took a bath, stepped out in a robe, and Mingyue entered upon knocking. Seeing the handsome scene of the man post-bath, her eyes briefly flickered before calming down, and she walked in respectfully, saying, "The people have been brought."

Drying his wet hair, Yun Miao walked to the window, looking at the warm and bustling city under the sunset, his eyes deep as the sea.

"We will act tonight."

Mingyue glanced at the man’s silhouette obscured by the backlight and said solemnly, "Yes."

"Any news from Yun Ya?" Whenever that person was mentioned, his tone would become exceptionally gentle.

Mingyue paused, then said solemnly, "Miss is well; the master may rest assured."

How can he be at ease?

Yun Miao closed his eyes, wishing he could fly to her side immediately. Just a little longer... everything was about to end soon; he could then take her home...

——

Blood, blood everywhere, representing the supreme power and status of the Mafia leader’s residence, which now showed none of its former solemn dignity, only coldness, gore, and an endless sea of corpses.

A young boy stood amidst this sea of blood, his eyes reflecting bodies, face pale, his lips trembling with fear.

He shivered with fear, surrounded by blood-red corpses; this place was more terrifying than Hell.

The teenager squatted beside him, looked at him with heartache, "Songlan, don’t be afraid, brother will always be with you."

The teenager’s gentle voice made the little boy cry out, throwing himself into his arms. "Bro... so many people died... I’m so scared...."

Yue Yi’an hugged his brother’s chubby little body, gently sighed, "Brother doesn’t want this either, but Songlan, you must be strong now; your identity fate forbids you from being ordinary."

Yue Songlan couldn’t understand his brother’s words yet, but following his brother’s speech, he suddenly felt scared, realizing his destiny might now be diverging onto an entirely new path.

"I don’t want that; I just want mama and brother, *sob sob*..." The little boy cried sadly in the teenager’s arms, all tears and snot.

A man approached slowly as the night wind lifted his clothing, dancing in the wind, that graceful face gaining a mysterious and deep allure in the darkness, sharp eyebrows, and eyes shining like stars, bold and stern.

With each step he took, dead bodies piled at his feet, blood flowed as if flowers of death bloomed, swaying beside the man’s feet in Hell.

Yue Yi’an watched the man approach step by step, witnessing his knife-like brows, long sword in hand; his mind flashed scenes of young boys killing, retrieving heads without a change in expression, life merely a gesture between hands.

Coldness crawled up his spine involuntarily.

How terrifying time was, transforming a quiet and introverted little boy into such a ruthless figure.

Yue Songlan instinctively shrank toward Yue Yi’an’s embrace, remembering that this person was more terrifying than the Devil, having killed so many people...

The man extended a hand toward Yue Songlan, a soft smile at the corner of his mouth, like an intoxicating spring breeze, yet in Yue Songlan’s eyes, terrifying.

His lips quivered unconsciously, shaking his head and shrinking towards Yue Yi’an’s embrace.

"Come here." The man’s low voice was so tender.

Yue Songlan cried out loud.

Yue Yi’an softly patted Yue Songlan’s back, looking at the man opposite him with difficulty, "He is just a child...."

"Your soft-heartedness will harm him." Yun Miao’s gentle voice sounded like thunder in Yue Songlan’s ears, his lips moved silently; he lowered his eyes to the boy crying in his arms, touched his face, and said helplessly, "Songlan, brother can only support you this far; the rest of the path, you must walk it yourself."

"No... I don’t want that." Yue Songlan held Yue Yi’an tightly, fear in his heart like a giant net, wrapping him thoroughly, uncertain about the future; he only knew brother was his only support...

Yue Yi’an gritted his teeth and pushed Yue Songlan away, retreating a step.

Yue Songlan cried as he lunged at him, "Brother, brother...." He screamed desperately, calling him.

Yue Yi’an looked away with a flash of reluctance and turned his head, Yun Miao’s words echoing in his mind constantly, your soft-heartedness will harm him...

He is the Mafia’s future leader, too soft-hearted only leads to death.

So Songlan, don’t blame brother; this is a hurdle you must cross.

Yue Songlan cried heartbreakingly, suddenly tripping over a corpse, falling to the ground, covered in someone else’s blood.

The man walked to his side step by step, bending down to lift his collar, raising him entirely from the ground; Yue Songlan stared fiercely at him, kicking his leg while crying, shouting, "Bad guy, big bad guy."

The little boy’s foot kicked his leg without much force; the man didn’t even frown, raising his eyebrows slightly, "These people died because of you, the one who killed them—was you."

"You’re lying." Yue Songlan’s round little body surged, his small mouth puffing out, "Clearly you killed these people; how can you pin it on me?"

The man curled his lips; his beautiful face was striking in the dark. Yue Songlan looked at him doubtfully, "You look... like pretty sister...."

"Because you are Arturo’s son, destined for slaughter."

Yue Songlan shook his head in confusion, "I’m not him; I’m Yue Songlan. Arturo, who is he? I don’t know." Yue Songlan shook his head like a rattle.

These years, his mother protected him well, not letting him touch bloodshed and darkness; he was innocent and pure, unaware of how many dangers lurked outside his world. His mother only wished him to stay away from conflicts and to be ordinary, but didn’t teach him how to survive without her protection, let alone those threatening half-brothers, the future awaiting him would be incredibly severe.

"It’s fine not knowing; soon, you’ll find out."

Yue Songlan watched the pretty man smile and take his hand; he wanted to shake it off, but the other party’s grip was so strong, offering no chance to struggle, guiding him inside.

This is his home; he knows it, a place where he spent a long time before, seeing his once beautiful home turn into Hell now, flesh strewn, wrecked everywhere, his heart filled with sorrow.

At that moment, a group charged in, the leading man had a gloomy face, holding a machine gun aiming at the two, "You slippery fish dare return; today is your death; go die already." Saying that, he pulled the machine gun’s trigger.

Yue Songlan shrunk instinctively; the man stood smiling, showing no panic or fear. Yue Songlan glanced at him; for some reason, his chaotic heart suddenly calmed down.