Chapter 156: A Point of No Return

"You have something to say to Wang Yining?" Mo Shu opened his eyes wide and asked in disbelief.

Vilmin nodded, turned to the three burly men, and said, "You three, escort Mo Shu downstairs for a stroll. No one is allowed to come up without my call."

One of the men hesitated slightly and said, "Miss, your safety..."

Before he could finish, a cold flash in Vilmin's eyes made the man fall silent instantly. He nodded and stepped forward to help the bedridden Mo Shu.

Mo Shu awkwardly shook off the large hands, declining politely, "No need to fuss, I'm fine, just recovering for a few days."

Then, Mo Shu stood up, gently patted Wang Yining's shoulder, and comforted her, "Don't be angry with her, talk properly." He then glanced at Vilmin with a worried look and turned to head downstairs.

Upon reaching the garden downstairs, Mo Shu deliberately chose a spot where he could see the ward's window and sat down on a stone bench beside the flower bed.

He feared that Wang Yining might throw something down in a fit of rage—such as the bedside vase or the bowls on the cabinet.

The three burly men, who obeyed Vilmin's every word, followed him down. Seeing Mo Shu sit on the stone bench, they stationed themselves along the edge of the flower bed, some standing and others squatting to rest their legs.

Yet they maintained a very cautious distance from Mo Shu—close enough not to disturb him excessively, yet vigilant enough to ensure his personal safety.

Mo Shu glanced at the three of them, thinking to himself that the security personnel of the Vilmin family were truly well-trained.

Although the three men remained silent, Mo Shu could sense that they, just like him, were extremely anxious about whatever was happening upstairs.

Because the floor was not high, they could clearly see Wang Yining still pressed against the window, her face full of displeasure and bearing a look that rejected any communication.

A moment later, Vilmin also appeared by the window, surprisingly wearing a rare smile, chatting and communicating with Wang Yining with utmost patience.

As they spoke, the expression on Wang Yining's face actually softened. She suddenly whipped her head around and stared fixedly into Vilmin's eyes.

As for the expression on Wang Yining's face at that moment, Mo Shu and the others could no longer see it from their angle.

Vilmin, facing outward toward the window, was still smiling, occasionally nodding in agreement.

This greatly surprised both the three burly men and Mo Shu, as none of them had expected Vilmin's smile to be so stunningly beautiful.

They saw her gently pat Wang Yining's arm, and then the two of them stepped away from the windowsill, walking out of Mo Shu and the others' line of sight.

They had assumed this seemingly pleasant conversation would end there, but Mo Shu and the three men waited and waited, yet never received a call from Vilmin.

The area in front of the window remained empty, revealing only the ceiling of the ward. The burly men were growing restless; Vilmin's safety mattered more to them than anything else in the world.

Mo Shu remained relatively calm. After all, he knew that without Vilmin's help, Wang Yining would practically be facing a prison sentence. What could possibly be worse than prison, unless Vilmin dared to openly persecute someone in broad daylight?

However, the power of time is always formidable.

Half an hour passed, and Mo Shu maintained his last shred of composure.

An hour passed, and Mo Shu gradually succumbed to the restless anxiety of the burly men.

An hour and a half passed, and not only the burly men, but Mo Shu as well, could no longer sit still.

Two hours passed, and the men and Mo Shu began whispering to one another.

"Master Mo, you heard it earlier too. Without the Miss's command, none of us dare to go up. But don't you think it's been far too long? Would you be so kind as to go upstairs and take a quick peek? If our Miss is safe, the rest of us can finally rest easy." To think that the lead burly man's voice sounded so honest and earnest.

"Alright, I'll go up and take a look. I'm starting to think something isn't right either," Mo Shu said, furrowing his brow.

"Thank you, Master Mo. We'll wait for you down here. Please make it quick and come right back." Seeing Mo Shu rise and head upstairs, the three burly men all wore relieved smiles.

"Rest assured, you all know my speed."

"Yes, yes, yes, we know! The legendary Speed God's reputation precedes him!"

With praises and gazes, the three burly men watched as Mo Shu entered the inpatient building, their hearts trembling as they let out a half-sigh of relief.

"Let's hope our Miss is alright," one of the men muttered to himself.

"Bah! Watch your mouth, there's no 'let's hope', she's definitely fine!" another man corrected him.

"Stop bickering. What do you suppose the Miss is doing up there? Does chatting really take this long?" the lead man asked, utterly baffled.

"Hah, who can guess? I've never seen the Miss spend this much time chatting."

"Stop guessing wildly. Didn't Master Mo say he'd be right back down?"

"Right, right, let's just quietly wait for Master Mo's news. I'm sure he'll be down shortly; the ward isn't high up, just on the second floor."

Indeed, Mo Shu's ward was on the second floor. For a healthy person, a round trip would take at most three to five minutes.

Even considering that Mo Shu had been feeling unwell over the past couple of days, ten minutes should have been more than enough.

Yet who would have thought that once Mo Shu went up, he would disappear for a full twenty minutes without returning?

This made the three burly men completely lose their patience. They could almost be certain that something deeply unsettling must have taken place inside that second-floor ward window.

Perhaps Wang Yining, facing criminal charges, had flown into a rage and harmed their Miss, prompting Mo Shu to take her and flee.

Or perhaps their Miss had already been kidnapped by the two of them.

Alternatively, the Miss might have killed Wang Yining first, and then killed Mo Shu when he came to investigate, leaving her petrified in the ward.

Countless terrifying scenarios raced through the minds of the three burly men. Having served as soldiers in wars, they had a profound understanding of human nature's horror and moral depravity.

"I can't take it anymore! Let's go up and check!" The lead man's voice lost its honest tone; a killer's stern sharpness pierced through his features. His right hand reached for his waist, and he strode swiftly into the building, the dark, quick-draw holster partially visible beneath his slightly parted jacket.

As for the other two, despite their even taller and more robust statures, they moved with the speed and agility of leopards. Taking advantage of the dimming twilight, the three murderous men reached the ward door in the blink of an eye.

Seeing the ward door tightly shut and no one moving about in the hallway, the lead man cautiously pressed his ear against the door, hearing voices inside—sounding very much like Mo Shu's.

"Do you want it or not?!" Mo Shu demanded aggressively.

"N-No..." Vilmin sounded aggrieved.

"Hmph, I told you that you couldn't beat the two of us, and you wouldn't believe it!" This smug voice belonged to Wang Yining.

"Exactly, you insisted on fighting us, Vilmin, you just wouldn't listen to reason!" Mo Shu chimed in.

"W-Who could have known you two would be so shameless?" Vilmin retorted weakly.

"Ha! Still stubborn, take this slip from me and see what you can do!" Just as Mo Shu finished speaking, a sharp "crack" echoed from inside, sounding like the swish of a whip.

What the hell! Was this a beating? Humiliation? Or were they somehow assaulting our Miss? And three people involved? Quite a heavy appetite they had! The lead man felt his hair stand on end with rage, surging murderous intent flooding his mind.

Tactics no longer mattered; saving lives was paramount! While that pair of "scoundrels" were busy doing evil, he would take them down in one fell swoop!

"Bang!"

The lead man kicked the door open with furious rage, rushing into the ward with a ferocious expression and his gun raised.

The other two men followed closely behind, only to collide with "thud, thud" sounds against each other's backs.

"Tch, why'd you stop charging?!"

"You almost made me pull the trigger!"

As the two men complained, a chilling, murderous aura swept toward them.

Looking closely, they realized the lead man was already shivering all over, lowering his head in penitence.

What was going on? They looked into the room and were instantly stunned.

There sat Vilmin cross-legged by the bed, holding a few playing cards. Naturally, her expression was far from pleasant as she stared coldly up and down at the three of them.

"Pfft..." One of the men covered his mouth and burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?! Never seen anyone play Landlord before?!" the lead man roared, struggling to keep his convulsing face straight.

"Uh... I just couldn't hold it in seeing the Miss lose so badly she has white paper strips plastered all over her face... Sorry, sorry..."