Chapter 1102: Chapter 1102: His Woman Hasn’t Returned Yet “Get your people here quickly…” Before the words were fully out, Rong Manli saw the figures of Yun Lih and Yin Mo. She hurriedly cut off the call and looked obliquely past them, “Where’s He Chen? Get him over here for me.” Yin Mo looked at Rong Manli with an unflustered gaze, then pointed at the mercenaries sitting in the corner with knees hugged, openly complaining, “They just attacked.” The four mercenaries looked despondently at Yun Lih, “Boss… Brother Ling instructed us, we had no choice.” What a jinx that Second Boss is. Yun Lih sighed with pursed lips, raised an eyebrow at Yin Mo, and said, “Tell me, what do you want to do?” “Have them make amends.” Yin Mo, with an official demeanor, nodded in satisfaction, “Take Rong Manli away, and the rest follow the arrangement.” With a glance from Yun Lih, the four mercenaries staggered up and walked like four mountains towards the boss’s table. “What are you going to do?” Rong Manli asked in a panic, looking towards the open cabinet door in the lounge. She wanted to run inside and hide, but the mercenaries were evidently faster. Two large men grabbed Rong Manli from either side, their expressions unfriendly and their actions filled with violence. Although Second Boss is a fool, the real culprit is this insolent old woman right here. “Let go of me! Yin Mo!” Rong Manli struggled incessantly, eyes filled with fear and panic, “If you dare touch me, the He Family will never let you off.” Yin Mo glanced at her lightly, “We won’t let the He Family off either.” The four mercenaries dragged Rong Manli out. Yin Mo, seeing her continue to struggle and yell, directly delivered a hand chop to the back of Rong Manli’s neck. The world quieted down. At this moment, Yun Lih leaned lazily against a low cabinet, smiling carelessly, “You plan to let her get away just like that?” “Her life belongs to He Chen and Auntie,” Yin Mo said unhurriedly, then asked, “Do you want to send a few more people to guard her? Those four don’t seem particularly capable and might not be able to keep Rong Manli secured.” The four, just walking out of the office, looked back at Yin Mo with unrestrained resentment. Beautiful sister, can you say that again with a hand over your heart? They are the top First-Class Mercenaries of the group. What does she mean by “not particularly capable”? Even Yun Lih raised a surprised eyebrow, “Them? Unable to guard her?” “Yes, with their abilities, in He Chen’s hands… they wouldn’t last a single move,” Yin Mo said, looking worriedly at Yun Lih, “Is there anyone more skilled in the mercenary group?” Yun Lih’s face was expressionless, the words reverberating in his mind: His top First-Class Mercenaries wouldn’t survive a single move in He Chen’s hands? Honestly, Yin Lao Er, are you bluffing? Yun Lih’s temples throbbed, and it took him a while to find his voice, “They can handle guarding a woman.” Yin Mo didn’t insist, then retrieved an enlightenment picture book given by He Chen from her back pocket and patted the cover, “I’ll head back now.” Yun Lih squinted his eyes, “He Family headquarters?” “Depends on what he wants,” Yin Mo carefully smoothed the creases on the book’s cover, “If he wants it back, I’ll help him reclaim it. If not… then destroy it.” Yun Lih clicked his tongue, eyeing Yin Mo up and down, “You’re quite the supportive partner.” What kind of good deeds did He Chen accumulate in his past life? A small storm ended temporarily at midnight. At Yin Mo’s request, Ah Tai led all the brothers to evacuate the He Family headquarters, each with an expression of excitement and anticipation. It seems Brother Chen is going to make a move against the He Family next. At the same time, the entire He Family was thrown into chaos. Several uncles convened a family meeting overnight to discuss how to rescue Rong Manli and He Qing. “This He Chen is simply too much,” Third Uncle slammed the table, his expression both angry and anxious. Sitting in a wheelchair with a pierced foot, Fifth Uncle chuckled coldly, “What’s the use of just scolding? Who was it that said He Chen was not to be feared?” Hearing this, Second Uncle frowned and raised his eyelids, “Lao Wu, what do you mean? Now that Madam and the Eldest Young Master are in danger, rather than being sarcastic, wouldn’t it be better to think of a way to rescue them?” “Rescue?” Fifth Uncle lifted his well-bandaged foot onto the table, “When that little brat pierced my foot the other day, where were you all?” “Alright, all of you, say a little less.” The chief uncle pinched his brows in annoyance, “The top priority now is to rescue them, not to argue over trivial matters. Lao Er, can you leverage your connections in the police department to help search for them?” Second Uncle pursed his lips, “Probably, I’ll go to the station tomorrow.” Updates are released by 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒·𝗇𝗲𝘁 “Hmm, don’t call the police yet; the procedure for reporting someone missing is too complicated and time-consuming for us,” the chief uncle said, then turned his head, “Lao San, you’ve been looking long enough, found any clues?” Third Uncle sighed seriously and frustratingly, “Not yet, looked everywhere in Parma; it’s as if the Eldest Young Master vanished from the world, no news at all.” The atmosphere in the Council Hall instantly became solidified and tense. The chief uncle frowned bleakly, gazing into the thick night, murmuring unintentionally, “Looks like we underestimated He Chen from the start.” “Not necessarily,” Fourth Great-Uncle, who had remained silent, flickered his eyes eerily, implying something, “Have you forgotten the trump card behind the Eldest Young Master?” Everyone turned surprised eyes towards him. Fourth Great-Uncle brushed his sleeve and said each word deliberately, “Young Master of the Shang Family, Shang Shaoyan.” At one in the morning, Yin Mo drove back to the villa district of North City No.1. She didn’t return to Purple Cloud Mansion but sent a message to He Chen from the car, telling him to have a good reunion with Aunt. Though Yin Mo’s emotional intelligence was low, she understood that one should not disturb the long-separated mother and son at the moment of their reunion. In the living room, she lay down wearily on the sofa, turning slightly to see the enlightenment book on the table. Curiously, Yin Mo reached for it, opening the first page tentatively. She couldn’t recognize the text but saw squiggly doodles, likely done by a young He Chen just a few years old. Yin Mo looked at it for a while, soon her eyelids began to droop, and she fell asleep without realizing it. That night, some slept peacefully, while others remained restless. In the study room of Purple Cloud Mansion, He Chen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, staring into the darkest part of the pre-dawn sky. His mother had gone to bed, but his woman hadn’t returned yet. Soon, a message pinged on his phone, he glanced at it and smiled wryly. He Chen didn’t reply but opened the dial pad and coldly ordered, “Come pick me up.”