1127 An Idea

His mommy had fallen into the hands of Mu Wanrou and her whereabouts were unknown. This made him grew anxious by the minute.

"I should've gotten rid of that woman long ago! D*mn! It's a gross oversight!" His heart turned fretful when he realized how his negligence had led to such grave danger for his mother.

Mu Yichen was astounded after he heard the full story from his brother.

He did not expect so many things to happen in the two days when he was not around!

Earlier, he learned about the so-called shooting incident in the school compound from the news. It was hard to imagine that it was not so simple as thought but an assassination, instead!

Youyou said in a low and serious tone, "The most important thing now is to get me out of here in disguise!"

His older brother knitted his brows. "This will be difficult. There are men keeping watch outside the residence. Mu Sheng placed some army troops as sentries outside the house. The only place that isn't being watched is this house."

The younger boy looked up anxiously at his brother with a frown. This was the first time in his life that he felt so helpless and hopeless!

Just then, a blinding white light flashed across his mind.

He lifted his head abruptly and stared at his brother's face with an idea.

"That's it!"

Little Yichen cocked his brow. "What do you mean?"

"I have an idea, but you need to work with me!"

"Are you sure?" His brother was still worried and had to remind him once more. "Youyou, there are men all over the residence keeping watch. Once you leave this house, you'll be cornered! Now, you are as good as a prisoner who can't go anywhere!"

His younger brother smiled knowingly. "What if I don't leave this house? Won't that solve the problem?"

"Huh?"

He was bewildered by the remark and asked dumbly, "I don't understand what you mean; it's so profound!"

The younger kid could only snort. "That's because you're stupid!"

His brother's face sank and pouted sulkily.

He hooked his second finger and waved it mysteriously at his brother to signal him closer. "Come over!"

The other boy sidled up.

He then came closer and whispered his entire devious plan into his brother's ear.

As the older one listened, his face broke into a realization. "Why didn't I think of that?!"

After saying that, his face scowled anxiously again. "What about the injury on your shoulder? Are we making it worse by carrying out this plan?"

His brother dismissed the concern. "Don't worry! It's just a minor injury. The dislocated shoulder has been fixed."

Right now, the safety of his mother took the highest priority; his minor injury was nothing in comparison!

The boy went over his plan inwardly again.

This would mean that he must leave the residence before that, and then he could make further plans from there.

His brother mulled on this for a while before he nodded in acquiescence. "All right!"

…

As night fell, the cold rain shrouded the hustle and bustle of the city.

On the city outskirts, a private, underground warehouse was located; the pedestrian streets were empty and quiet besides the pitter-pattering of a downpour.

There was a strong smell of blood from one of the dark underground's cell.

A tiny beam of moonlight seeped in from the narrow iron grill window. Under the dim light, a badly beaten woman could be seen leaning against the wall.

Her raven hair scattered around her shoulders and covered half of her pretty face.