After I went through the book, I criticized the villain but he insisted on pampering me

Mo Yanchen's face turned pale in an instant, and a hint of shock and panic flashed in his eyes.

He rushed forward and picked up the kite, his hands trembling slightly.

"Where does this kite come from?" Mo Yanchen's voice was low and hoarse, suppressing the turbulent waves in his heart.

His eyes were fixed on the men beside him, as if he wanted to see through them.

The subordinate was frightened by his sudden severity and trembled, stammering: "Reply...Reply to the leader, it was left by those women, and it seems to be Mu Qingyao's."

But I was thinking in my heart, how could the overlord of the Canglan East China Sea treat a kite played by a child like this?

Mo Yanchen's eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle's, and he gave an order without hesitation: "Send someone to chase her immediately, find Mu Qingyao at all costs, and bring her to see me alive!"

The men did not dare to slack off at all. They quickly divided into small teams and rushed in all directions.

Mo Yanchen held the kite tightly, his eyes revealing unprecedented firmness and determination.

For him, this gray wolf pattern carries a heavy past and longing for his loved ones.

For many years, he groped in the darkness just to find his family and reunite with them.

And now, the appearance of this gray wolf pattern is like dropping a huge rock into a calm lake, causing a thousand waves.

At this time, Mu Qingyao thought that she had finally broken free from her shackles and was walking towards home.

Mu Qingyao returned home with trepidation. Before she even stepped into the house, she heard a noisy sound coming from the mansion.

Mu Yuan walked out of the hall quickly with an angry face. The moment he saw his daughter, the anger in his eyes instantly turned into heartache and worry.

"Qingyao, you've suffered a lot these past few days! Your father will uproot the Canglan Gang and make them pay a heavy price for what they have done!"

Mu Yuan's voice trembled slightly with anger, his fists were clenched, and veins bulged on his forehead.

He has always loved his daughter, but now she has suffered such a disaster.

The anger in his heart was burning like a raging fire. He wished he could destroy the Canglan Gang immediately and become irreconcilable with Mo Yanchen.

Mu Qingyao was shocked. She knew her father's temper very well and also knew that the power of the Canglan Gang could not be easily shaken.

The Canglan Gang has stood tall in the East China Sea for hundreds of years, and dozens of encirclement and suppression campaigns by the imperial court have failed to shake it in the slightest.

Its strength can be said to be unshakable. It is like an ant trying to shake a tree if Weicheng wants to shake the Canglan Gang with just these few soldiers.

Just as I was about to open my mouth to dissuade him, I saw that my father had turned around to gather people and plan a siege.

At this time in the Canglan Gang, Mo Yanchen was sitting in the secret room with the Canglang kite placed on the table in front of him.

His eyes were cold yet determined. His fingers gently stroked the patterns on the kite, and he pondered in his heart.

This grey wolf pattern is the unique emblem of his Mohist school. He has been searching for his relatives for more than ten years without success.

Someone was bold enough to paint it on a kite. The person who painted it must be related to the Mohist school.

He must find the owner of the kite.

After receiving the order, the men of Canglan Gang began to act.

They took advantage of the night, disguised themselves and sneaked into the city, quietly approaching the Mu Mansion.

The leader had a sturdy build, with a cunning and fierce look in his eyes.

He led a few capable men, avoided the patrolling guards, and sneaked into Mu Qingyao's courtyard.

Mu Qingyao suddenly woke up from her sleep and saw several dark shadows swaying beside the bed.

Just as she was about to scream, her mouth was covered by a rough big hand. "Madam Mu, you'd better not make a sound. Come with us. Our leader wants to see you."

The leading pirate whispered, his voice filled with irresistible authority.