Me and My Cold CEO Wife

Chapter 1676 - 1665: Hypocrites

"Miss Alice, today's sun... the moon is so round.""Sorry, I need to rest now."

Watching Alice leave impatiently, Ning Fan smiled wryly. If Andrew wasn't still around to restrain her, this young lady would have left long ago.

"Such a failure. Am I really that pathetic?"

Ning Fan dejectedly stroked his chin; this was the first time he had been snubbed by a woman.

Back in his room, he looked at the full moon in the sky, feeling the magic power within Alice surging uncontrollably.

The Blood Clan are children of the night, blessed by moonlight every evening, especially on such a full moon night when the blessing becomes more pronounced.

"I wonder what Adams is up to?"

Alice cupped her chin with both hands, staring dreamily at the full moon in the sky, her mind filled with the scene of Adams commanding with authority, revered by all.

As the night deepened, the bustling night market in New York gradually quieted down, even the homeless on the streets had drifted into slumber.

The city was as silent as a ghostly realm, but on one street in Brooklyn, there was still activity.

Several ghostly figures moved swiftly between buildings, avoiding surveillance cameras and any potential pedestrians along the way.

Quickly, these shadows arrived at a rooftop.

As they landed, a voice quietly asked from a dark corner of the rooftop, "Who?"

"Me."

Hearing the voice, a slender man emerged from the shadows, "Greetings, Marquis."

"Where's that human kid?"

Murphy looked around, and without waiting for an answer, he focused his gaze on an opposite old three-story building.

At the third-floor window, despite a heavy red curtain covering it, Murphy's gaze penetrated unhindered.

A flash of ghostly light in Murphy's eyes revealed the situation inside.

A blonde woman lay completely naked, shackled hand and foot to the bedframe, spread in a star shape on the bed.

A person in leather stood beside the bed.

The leather-clad individual wore a mask that exposed only eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, holding a whip in the right hand and a burning red candle in the left.

The masked person acted as if insane, dripping candle wax on each wound after a lash.

Due to the cloth stuffed in the woman's mouth, no screams escaped into the quiet night.

"Humans are such hypocritical, filthy creatures."

Seeing this, Murphy didn't consider it torture, but simply some trivial games.

"Marquis, should we kill him!"

"No."

Murphy shook his head and then asked, "Have you prepared the items I asked you to get ready?"

"It's ready."

The replying Blood Clan member lifted a black briefcase.

About an hour later, the leather-clad person was gone from the third-floor room,

while at the ground floor corridor, a white man in a worn-out suit appeared.

Before leaving the corridor, the man peeked out, looked around, checked his watch, adjusted his posture, and confidently stepped onto the street.

"Give me the goods."

After taking the briefcase, Murphy vanished from the balcony as black smoke.

"Mr. Adams, please stop."

Upon hearing the words from behind, the walking man's face turned instantly somber,

yet with a sudden turn, his expression morphed into a radiant smile like sunshine.

Gazing at the silhouette in the shadows, Adams walked and spoke, "Hello, may I ask who you are..."

"To avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings, Mr. Adams, I hope you can stop."

Adams was startled, then noticed a red dot on his chest.

In gun-friendly America, Adams knew well what that red dot signified.

Suppressing the fear in his heart, Adams steadied himself, "Who sent you?"

"That's not for you to know. My master hopes you leave New York, preferably America."

With that, Murphy threw the briefcase over.

Opening the case, seeing rows and rows of green US Dollars, gauging the weight inside, Adams' pupils shrank, a rough figure flashed in his mind, "These must be at least seven hundred thousand US Dollars."

Fighting the temptation within, Adams quickly shut the case, then indifferently replied, "Are you from a corporation or the council?"

In recent years, as Adams' rescue organization gained fame, its influence steadily rose.

To gain public support, Adams frequently criticized corporations and inactive officials in his speeches.

Thus, threats like today's with death or money often played out for him.

But Adams is a fearless young man with ambitions, never bending to such matters.

"This case has a million US Dollars, enough for a lifetime of dignified living."

Murphy coldly stated, "Now is your time to choose. Bullets or money, pick one."

"Trying to threaten me with such means. Heh..." Adams sneered, "Go ahead, if I feared death, you wouldn't use money to buy me."

America may be chaotic, but it's not entirely lawless.

Especially someone like Adams, who still has some influence.

If he died unexpectedly, the police would definitely investigate thoroughly.

So those he criticized dared not decide to kill him outright.

Moreover, Adams is cautious and diplomatic, never truly antagonizing those corporations and officials, hence surviving till now.

Since this happens far too often for him, Adams is accustomed to it, discerning it's merely a threat.

"Hah. Foolish humans, daring to play tricks before the Blood Clan."

Murphy coldly chuckled, then calmly stated, "Three."

"Three?"

Adams was startled, though internally uneasy, he still maintained composure, "I think we can discuss this, no need to complicate things."

"Two!"

"If I die, the police won't let you go. Your organization behind you will surely suffer."

"One!"

Heard in an icy, emotionless human tone.

Adams was shocked, his spine felt like transformed into a column of ice, emanating coldness inside out. Only then did he realize the other truly planned to kill him, not just scare him.

Panicked, Adams shouted, "Wait."

Murphy sneered, "Take the money and disappear from America. Or this bullet will pierce your chest."

Adams quickly grabbed the briefcase, nervously swallowing, "Not enough! This isn't worth leaving."