The Chosen System: Counterattack with Husband

In the huge villa outside Borno Town, Mo Cen glanced at his mobile phone placed on the bedside which had just suddenly lit up. He scanned the message content expressionlessly and turned his attention back to the book in his hand.

The men sent out were very efficient, and with the assistance of a very suitable person, the operation was completed relatively smoothly.

The strong wind outside the window brought rain that hit the tightly closed window glass without any rhythm, but Mo Cen showed no signs of being disturbed, and his hands were still very steady as he turned the pages of the book.

Compared with the extreme weather outside, the room seemed too quiet.

Time passed quickly without anyone noticing. The black car with its license plate covered cleverly bypassed all intersections with surveillance cameras and drove towards the outskirts of Milan for more than half an hour before finally stopping next to a seemingly ordinary two-story building.

After the back door opened, the man in black ducked down and got out of the car, then carried Felice, who was still unconscious, off the back seat. He calmly knocked on the door of the two-story residential building.

Countless raindrops fell on the black waterproof hat on his head. The wide black brim blocked the raindrops but failed to block his calm and sharp gaze at the moment.

There were some unobvious footsteps coming from the second-floor building, but the door was not opened immediately for the man in black outside. Instead, someone knocked on something inside the door with a special rhythm, waiting for a response from the person outside.

Felice, who was carried on the shoulders of the man in black, had his upper body hanging upside down behind the man. His light blond hair was gradually soaked by the rain. The raindrops gathered into a small stream, falling silently on the ground outside the house.

The black-clad man's fierce gaze softened a little. He raised his hand and knocked on the door frame with another unique rhythm, still without speaking.

The person inside the door seemed to have waited for the correct answer and opened the door the next moment.

The man in black in the cab then got out of the car, lowered his hat, locked the car door, and followed the man in black carrying Felice into the two-story building.

After the doors of the residential building were closed again, all the wind and rain seemed to be blocked outside these seemingly fragile walls. Apart from a series of footsteps and the sounds of doors opening and closing, there were no other extra sounds.

When Felice regained consciousness, he found that his whole body was wet, as if he had been soaked in water, or as if someone had woken him up with a bucket of ice-cold water.

The wet hair blocked some of his vision, and he tried hard to open his eyes, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he could only barely perceive a faint sense of light.

Everywhere I looked, there was a thick, impenetrable darkness.

After moving his limbs, he found that he seemed to be sitting on a hard and cold wooden chair, with his hands tied behind his back and his mouth sealed with extremely strong tape, making it impossible for him to make a sound.

His feet were the only part of Felice's body that could move, but after he pushed his legs hard several times, he realized that the wooden chair he was sitting on was fixed in place and he couldn't move it even a little bit with his strength.

Felice couldn't even scream even though his wet clothes stuck to his body.

His hands, which were tied behind his back, seemed to be fixed to some structure of the wooden chair, making it impossible for him to even stand up.

Felice gathered all his strength, his eyes gradually filled with red bloodshot from the effort, but still no one in the dark responded to him.

After struggling for a few minutes, Felice was almost exhausted, and he couldn't find any way to escape from this place.

He tilted his head back, leaned his back against the back of the wooden chair, closed his eyes, and breathed desperately in the darkness. His whole face was flushed with an abnormal blush.

A person's name flashed through Felice's mind, and at the same time he remembered a sentence that a teacher whose name he no longer remembered taught him when he was learning Chinese.

——A tiger in dire straits is bullied by dogs.

At that time, he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence because he didn't know much about Chinese culture. But now he understands it more or less. He seems to be in this situation right now.

As if pleased by the crazy yet powerless look on Felice's face, a slow and crisp applause suddenly rang out in the corner of the room where only a faint light came in.

Felice's hearing was aroused, and he subconsciously looked in the direction where the sound came from, but he did not see anyone walking out of the thick darkness.

"It turns out that the person Viola wanted to rescue before was such a brainless idiot."

In the darkness, a voice processed by a voice changer suddenly sounded and fell into the ears of Felice in the middle of the room.

When Felice heard his mother's name, a hint of ruthlessness appeared in his eyes. He wanted to ask something, but the tape sealing his mouth showed no signs of loosening. Instead, it became tighter as he moved.

The pain of his skin being pulled was clearly transmitted back to his brain. Felice immediately stopped this useless attempt, and stared in the direction where the voice came from with his emerald eyes wide open.

"Heh, Master Felice, you don't seem to be convinced... How does it feel to be speechless?"

The androgynous voice was provocative, as if it was intentionally trying to irritate Felice, and every word it said was filled with clear contempt and disdain.

Felice narrowed his eyes, but stopped all his movements at this moment, and his expression finally became serious.

"Not struggling anymore? That's more like what you're saying. You'd better save your energy, or you won't know how long you can hold on."

The voice seemed to finally feel relieved. Perhaps it had lost interest in teasing Felice, or the pleasure of watching him struggle, but it fell silent after saying this.

Half a minute later, Felice felt someone approaching, and the next moment, the tape sealing his mouth was ripped off by someone. The intense tearing pain instantly made him break out in a cold sweat.

"You were sent by that Chinese woman, right?"

After gasping for breath for a long time, Felice asked the question with an unstable breath. With his wide-open eyes, he could only vaguely see a tall human figure in the darkness, but he could not see the face and appearance of the tall figure at all.

"So what if it is? So what if it's not?"

The tall figure took a step back, seemingly admiring Felice's current appearance from behind, his tone clearly showing a hint of amusement.

"Master Felice, you just need to know that we are not good people. As for why you are here, does it matter now?"

The man in the dark didn't answer Felice's question at all. He seemed addicted to appreciating his powerless struggle and even said a few more words, which was rare.

Felice wasn't really stupid after all. He silently observed the current situation, and his tough tone softened in an instant, even taking on a hint of negotiation.

"Bounty hunters are just people who do things for money. You should know who I am and what price I can afford."

"Make a price."

Hearing Felice speak, the man in the dark seemed to have heard the funniest thing in the world and laughed so hard that his belly almost burst.

"Your mother bargained just like you, but..."

After laughing for a while, the man in the dark dragged out the last syllable meaningfully and said something with extremely obvious implications.

"She can't even come up with 15 billion euros. Can you, the son of an elder with no real power, have a richer family than her, the wife of an orthodox elder?"

Felice didn't show it on his face, but his heart, which had originally held a glimmer of hope, suddenly dropped.

——These people had indeed come into contact with the mother in recent days.

But it was obvious that her negotiations with these people...failed.