Rich Cat A Would Never Fall in Love with a Fake Heiress - Chapter 42.1

The car came to a halt in front of a dilapidated factory, which had likely defaulted on wages, as its walls were scrawled with curses in red paint, exuding an air of decay tinged with malice.

Two black cars were parked there.

The hood of one was deeply dented, clearly the one Luo Licheng had deliberately rammed into them.

Beside the other car, a familiar figure was partially obscured.

Mo Li approached and caught the scent of mint cigarettes.

Mo Wang was leaning against the sleek car door, skillfully holding a cigarette between her fingers. With a slight flick of her wrist, the lighter sparked a bright flame.

As the cigarette lit again, she tilted her head back and exhaled a long, thin stream of smoke.

“You’ve picked up this skill too?”

Mo Wang turned, visibly startled at the sight of Mo Li.

Her hair hung damply, and her white silk shirt clung tightly to her curves, hinting at the flesh beneath.

Mo Wang stubbed out the cigarette butt, tossing it to the ground and crushing it underfoot. Only then did Mo Li notice the countless flattened cigarette butts scattered around.

She took off her own jacket and handed it to Mo Wang.

“Alpha physical prowess really is top-notch, recovering this quickly.”

Mo Wang accepted the garment without hesitation, grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it off in one swift motion. She then began slipping into the jacket from the top down.

“You surfaced too quickly. If you can’t swim once you’re above water, you’ll experience pressure reactions and risk choking and struggling. I figured it was better to wait until you passed out before bringing you up.”

“How could you-”

Mo Li was taken aback, glancing around nervously.

Fortunately, Lin Qianying was busy talking to the driver, and no one was looking their way.

She reached out and quickly began buttoning up Mo Wang’s jacket, one button at a time.

As the last button snapped into place at the hem, Lin Qianying approached with the driver in tow.

“Are you two done being all lovey-dovey?”

Mo Wang looked up.

“Why did you bring her here?”

“Me?”

Mo Li was confused, only belatedly realizing that Mo Wang’s question was directed at Lin Qianying.

Lin Qianying waved a hand impatiently. “I don’t have time to ferry people around. I just picked her up since it was on the way.”

“Zuo An has the situation under control.” Mo Wang glanced at Mo Li and accepted the reality.

“I’ll lead the way.” She strode ahead into the factory.

…

The abandoned factory was pitch-dark, with occasional gusts of cold wind blowing through. Rows of long, broken machine bed frames stood covered in dust, incomplete, likely stripped of anything valuable and sold off.

Further in, deafening laughter and curses suddenly erupted from the end of the corridor.

“You worthless scum, you’ll never amount to anything-”

“Ah!”

A sharp cry of pain followed, echoing for a long time.

It was Luo Licheng’s voice.

Mo Li shielded Mo Wang behind her and hurried toward the end of the factory corridor. A small iron door stood there, and the sounds were coming from behind it.

She kicked the door open.

Luo Licheng and Luo Liming were tangled together, both bound with their hands tied behind their backs. Despite this, Luo Liming had fiercely pounced on Luo Licheng, savagely tearing off his ear with his teeth.

Zuo An stood to the side, calmly watching them tear into each other, unmoved.

Mo Li grabbed Luo Licheng by the back of his collar and tossed him into a corner on the other side.

His head and face were covered in blood as he crashed heavily to the ground, rolling several times before writhing and curling up in the corner, whimpering in agony.

Meanwhile, Luo Licheng spat out the half-bitten ear from his mouth with fury.

“There’s no need to stop them.”

Mo Wang followed closely into the room, walked up to Luo Licheng, and tilted his chin to examine the bare, black hole where his ear should have been.

“Today, one of them has to die.”

Upon hearing this, Luo Licheng’s eyes widened in terror. He didn’t dare speak or perhaps the pain had already rendered him speechless, and could only let out muffled, pleading whimpers.

Mo Li didn’t understand.

But this time, Mo Wang didn’t seem inclined to offer her much of an explanation.

Luo Liming struggled and roared, “Mo Wang, why are you tying me up? I’m avenging Mrs. Li. If you have any conscience left, let me go.”

Mo Wang walked over to him, lit a cigarette, and stuffed it into his throat.

“Have a smoke. Calm down.”

The lit end faced downward, the burning tip pressing against his crimson tongue, searing a round, blackened hole into it.

Mo Li stared blankly as a cruel indifference, even a hint of satisfaction, surfaced on Mo Wang’s face. She had never seen him look so unfamiliar.

Mo Wang gripped Luo Liming’s jaw as he writhed in agony, his face flushing bright red. He couldn’t spit out the scorching cigarette and was forced to swallow it painfully.

After a long while, with a noticeable gulp, Luo Liming collapsed to the floor, drenched in sweat, his eyes fixed on Mo Wang with venomous hatred.

“When you planted a tracker on my car and tried to have Luo Licheng crash into us, why didn’t you mention Mrs. Li then?”

Mo Wang didn’t indulge him, slapping him so hard he couldn’t lift his head.

Mo Li exclaimed in surprise, “It was him? He was in that car too?”

“Yes.”

The reply came from Lin Qianying.

Unnoticed, she had also entered the room, followed by the driver.

“He bribed the surveillance system guards, disguised himself as a patrol officer, provoked Luo Licheng, and then pretended to be kidnapped.”

“But from the moment he left the prison, Luo Licheng’s actions were no longer under his own control.”

“You deliberately leaked their address, lured him to a remote spot, and then killed him yourself to satisfy your insatiable thirst for revenge, didn’t you?”

Luo Licheng’s voice was hoarse, his words slurred. “Shouldn’t that scum die? What’s wrong with me avenging my benefactor?”

“Who are you, a bastard and a fraud, to judge me?” Luo Licheng spat out angrily, his once handsome and refined face now twisted into a demonic mask, missing an ear.

Mo Wang gave a signal, and Zuo An, understanding immediately, picked up a dusty rag and stuffed it into Luo Licheng’s mouth.

Lin Qianying smiled. She reached out, and the driver dutifully handed her the pistol from his pocket.

She asked Luo Liming gently, as if discussing the weather.

“Is that so?”

“Then I’ll give you two choices. Kill your enemy now, and we’ll call the police. The vast wealth of the Luo family will be taken over and acquired by me at a bargain price. You’ll get nothing but a prison sentence.”

“Or, as the second choice, I’ll personally strip you of your chance for revenge. You’ll watch helplessly as your enemy dies by someone else’s hand.”

“You know it, right? With Luo Licheng dead, old Mr. Luo won’t last much longer either. Even if your claim isn’t legitimate, and even if the police have records of your identity, for those who are desperate to see the Luo family rise again, you’ll have to become the heir, whether you want to or not.”

“In short, you have two choices: kill your enemy or take the inheritance.”

Lin Qianying smiled seductively. “Let me see how determined you are to get your revenge.”

Luo Liming had already calmed down. He lay on the ground, glancing back slightly at Lin Qianying.

“Lin Qianying, you truly are despicable.”

“You should have realized that long ago.” Lin Qianying gave a faint smile. “I’ll give you three minutes. If you don’t want to choose, you’ll get nothing.”

Mo Li had expected Luo Liming to hesitate for a long time, but he only pondered for a moment before saying, “I choose the second option.”

Lin Qianying laughed even more delightedly. “So, it turns out you just want more money. I thought you were all noble and righteous.”

She raised the gun, aiming it at Luo Licheng.

Luo Licheng’s eyes widened in terror. His legs flailed as he scrambled around clumsily and frantically.

Lin Qianying was like a cat toying with a mouse. Even when Luo Licheng had exhausted his strength, she continued to stare coldly at him, her aim unwavering.

Luo Licheng trembled violently, like a sieve. A suspicious wet patch spread across his crotch, dripping onto the floor.

Lin Qianying let out a disgusted “tsk.”

“How filthy.”

She seemed to have lost interest in the hunt. Her fingers loosened, and the gun drooped, pointing toward the ground.

A flicker of hope flashed in Luo Licheng’s eyes.

But Lin Qianying had no intention of letting him go. With the gun dangling from her fingers, she turned her arm toward Mo Wang.

“You do it.”

“No.”

Mo Li instinctively refused. She stepped forward, shielding Mo Wang behind her. “Don’t drag her into your affairs.”

Lin Qianying tilted her head slightly, speaking past Mo Li to Mo Wang.

“You promised me.”