Chapter 1232: Chapter 609: Nan Moyan, the Protective Brother (Part 2)

Nan Moyan exuded a chill as he stood up and walked toward Murong Rui, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Murong Rui initially wanted to say something, but when her gaze met the murderous look in Nan Moyan’s eyes, she fell silent, as if her voice was suddenly caught in her throat, unable to speak. Seeing the man approach her, she couldn’t help but step back.

At this moment, Nan Moyan was like an Asura from hell, his eyes carrying a trace of murderous intent.

Murong Rui kept retreating, but a clever underling quickly blocked her path of retreat, glanced at their boss, and instinctively lowered their presence.

Nan Moyan stood in front of Murong Rui, looking at her now bloodless little face, a bloodthirsty smile tugging at the corners of his lips, his gaze fixed on her as he spoke, "Repeat what you just said."

Murong Rui, faced with the man before her, felt her legs go weak and stammered, "Wha...what words?"

Her mind was completely muddled at this moment, not knowing what Nan Moyan wanted her to repeat. She gazed at the man in front of her, filled with fear and dread.

The smile on the man’s face deepened, "Do I need to remind you? I can tell you, if I remind you, your outcome won’t be so good."

Murong Rui felt as though coldness enveloped her entire being, and she started trembling slightly.

Under the man’s pressing gaze, she instinctively repeated her previous words, "How much did that little bitch Song Qiao offer you? I’ll double it... Ah..."

But just as she finished speaking, her face was instantly filled with terror, her eyes widened, and she grabbed the man’s wrist, struggling desperately.

As soon as Murong Rui finished speaking, Nan Moyan reached out and grabbed her by the throat, his face full of gloom, exuding coldness from his body, even his deep eyes were now blazing with anger: "My sister, Song Qiao, is not someone you can insult at will?"

Upon hearing Nan Moyan’s words, Murong Rui’s eyes were filled with disbelief, as if she thought she had misheard.

Song Qiao is this man’s sister?

And this man is... Nan Moyan?

She suddenly recalled the legend she had heard abroad about a man named Nan Moyan. Her gaze fell upon the man in front of her, completely unable to believe that the legendary man she had heard about was the same person standing before her.

Nan Moyan... the myth of their university, because Nan Moyan also graduated from their school.

Nan Moyan was called a myth not only because of his excellent studies, high IQ, and good looks, but most importantly, everyone knew Nan Moyan had done many illegal things, yet they still regarded him as a good person.

She even heard that the U.S. FBI and the Federation Bureau always wanted Nan Moyan to cooperate with them.

It is conceivable how powerful this man truly is.

She never thought she would encounter this mythical man from her school, nor did she expect to meet Nan Moyan in such a way.

Even more unexpectedly... Nan Moyan turned out to be Song Qiao’s brother...

The fear in her heart suddenly spread, then began to permeate throughout her body, and cold sweat started to trickle down her back.

Because Nan Moyan had another fearsome reputation, it was said that he wouldn’t blink an eye when killing someone.

With her neck being strangled, her breathing became increasingly difficult, and her face started to lose color, turning a bluish-purple.

Brother Ping, who stood not far away, was startled by his boss’s actions.

It seemed the boss hadn’t lost control like this in years; the last time was six years ago...

Seeing Murong Rui on the verge of being strangled to death by his boss, Brother Ping hurriedly stepped forward and anxiously said, "Bo...boss, if you don’t let go soon, this woman will be strangled to death by you, after all, she’s still the goddaughter of that old man from the Chu Family..."

Nan Moyan still didn’t release his grip on Murong Rui’s neck, turning his head to look at Brother Ping and let out a mocking laugh, "Do you think I’m afraid of that old man?"

Brother Ping was taken aback, involuntarily shivering, and quickly shook his head, "Boss, that’s not what I meant, I just think if we just kill this woman like this, wouldn’t that be too easy for her?"

Hearing Brother Ping’s words, Nan Moyan furrowed his brows, his gaze falling on Murong Rui’s face, which was turning purple from lack of oxygen. After thinking it over, he agreed, then with a flick of his arm, he directly threw her to the ground.

Murong Rui fell directly to the floor, clutching her own neck and coughing violently.

For the first time, she felt the bliss of being able to breathe fresh air.

Nan Moyan coldly watched Murong Rui sprawled pathetically on the floor, then crouched down in front of her, squeezing her chin with one hand, and said, "You should be grateful your parents once saved Lu Jingchen, and you should be thankful Song Qiao is unharmed, otherwise, I would make sure you find life worse than death."

The man’s voice bore no emotional fluctuation, coming out as cold as ice.

Murong Rui couldn’t help but shiver, the terror in her eyes undiminished, only growing more intense.

Because she knew Nan Moyan was the type to say what he meant, and if he wanted her dead, or worse, left to suffer, no one would be able to save her.

He casually released Murong Rui’s chin once more and wiped his hands with several tissues from the table behind him, as if he had touched something dirty.

Standing up, he instructed Brother Ping, "Throw this woman to the back mountain."

Some of the subordinates widened their eyes, staring at Nan Moyan. One couldn’t help but speak up, "But in the back mountain, there are a dozen wolves and venomous vipers. If we throw this woman there, can she come out alive? Those wolves haven’t eaten in a long time."

His voice wasn’t too loud or too soft, but everyone around could hear it, and for a moment, several of the subordinates couldn’t help but start discussing.

——The main story isn’t much more now. Who wants to read a spin-off (Ning Wan, Jian Xia, Song Xi, Zuo Yuqing, Lu An’an)? Hurry up and choose. Meanwhile, Merry Christmas to all the beauties reading the book.