PFC Chapter 519: The Mo Family's Glory: The Ultimate Counterattack
Chapter 519: The Mo Family's Glory: The Ultimate Counterattack
Chapter 519: The Mo Family's Glory: The Ultimate Counterattack
The man in black pulled off his mask, revealing a familiar yet hateful face - it turned out to be Wen Nuan's cousin, Wen Nuan's former fiancé, the man who abandoned her to cling to the powerful and wealthy, Chen Shihao!
"Long time no see, Wen Nuan." Chen Shihao smiled sinisterly, his tone filled with the pleasure of revenge. "Didn't you expect me to be here?"
"You...why are you doing this?" Wen Nuan stepped back in disbelief and bumped into Mo Han's solid chest.
Mo Han hugged her tightly and looked at Chen Shihao with cold eyes.
"Why? Of course it's revenge! You made me lose face, and now that I've climbed up the ladder, I naturally want you to have a taste of losing everything!" Chen Shihao laughed ferociously and directed the men in black behind him to attack Mo Han.
After adjusting their strategy, the emerging forces launched a frantic final attack.
They sent out their most elite forces, each of whom was agile and their moves were deadly.
The Mo family is facing tremendous pressure, and its defense line is in jeopardy under the fierce attack of emerging forces.
Even though the Mo family members were well-trained, they gradually became exhausted and people kept falling down due to injuries.
At the Mo family headquarters, the atmosphere was extremely tense.
Gunshots, explosions, and screams intertwined into a chaotic battlefield.
Mo Han protected Wen Nuan while commanding the family's defense forces.
He was calm and composed, his eyes were sharp, and every instruction he gave was precise and decisive.
However, the enemy's attack was so fierce that the gate of the Mo family headquarters was already crumbling.
At this critical moment, Wen Nuan felt a strange energy fluctuation, and an inexplicable feeling surged in her heart.
She suddenly raised her head and looked towards the back of the Mo family headquarters, deep in the seemingly peaceful woods...
"Mo Han, there..." Wen Nuan grabbed Mo Han's arm, her tone quick and firm.
Before Wen Nuan finished her words, a group of people suddenly rushed out of the woods. They were all dressed in black and moved as fast as the wind.
They were the elite troops secretly trained by Mo Han. They had been lurking behind the headquarters, waiting for the best opportunity to deal a fatal blow to the enemy.
The appearance of this surprise force instantly turned the tide of the battle.
"Concentrate your firepower and attack their left wing!" Wen Nuan's voice was crisp and firm. She keenly sensed that the enemy's left wing's defense was the weakest.
Mo Han carried out her orders without hesitation and led the Mo family warriors to concentrate their firepower and attack the enemy's left wing.
The elite troops of the emerging force were caught off guard, their formation was thrown into chaos, and they suffered heavy losses.
When Chen Shihao saw this, his face changed suddenly. He never thought that the Mo family had such a hidden power.
He hysterically commanded the remaining troops to continue the attack in an attempt to reverse the defeat.
The emerging forces were unwilling to accept defeat and continued to send in more men, and the battle became increasingly intense.
The Mo family warriors fought bravely, with Mo Han leading the charge. His bravery inspired everyone in the Mo family.
"For the Mo family!" Mo Han roared, swinging the weapon in his hand like lightning, taking away an enemy with every attack.
His figure shuttled across the battlefield, as unstoppable as a god of war.
The Mo family cleverly resolved the enemy's attacks time and time again, and they even launched counterattacks from time to time. The people around them saw how tenacious the Mo family was and cheered for them.
"The Mo family will win! The Mo family will win!" The deafening shouts resounded through the sky, giving the Mo family warriors endless strength.
The offensive of the emerging forces gradually weakened, and they were eventually defeated and fled in panic.
Chen Shihao was also captured by Mo Han. He knelt on the ground like a stray dog, his eyes full of fear and despair.
When the smoke cleared, the battlefield was left in ruins.
Although the Mo family won the victory, they also paid a heavy price.
Mo Han stood in the ruins, looking at the surrounding scene, feeling mixed emotions.
"We won..." Wen Nuan walked to him and gently held his hand.
Mo Han turned to look at her, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes.
"Yes, we won." He whispered, and then his eyes suddenly fell on Chen Shihao, "Take him away and interrogate him strictly!"
After Chen Shihao was dragged away, Mo Han looked at the financial statements in his hand with a frown.
"Strange..." he muttered to himself, "The funding chain of the emerging forces... seems to be broken..." He suddenly raised his head and looked at Wen Nuan, "I seem to have discovered something interesting..."
Mo Han keenly noticed the strangeness of the emerging force's broken capital chain.
He convened the family think tank overnight to analyze the flow of funds and stayed up all night.
Finally, at daybreak, he found a breakthrough - a shell company hidden in the interstellar trade network.
On the surface, this company is engaged in normal interstellar trade, but in reality it is a tool for emerging forces to launder money, providing them with a steady stream of financial support.
Mo Han acted decisively and used his family's influence in Interstellar Bank to freeze the accounts of the shell company. He then followed the clues and sealed off dozens of companies related to it.
The funding sources of the emerging forces were completely cut off, and they began to struggle frantically like a beast with its neck strangled.
The news of the broken internal capital chain quickly spread among the emerging forces, causing great panic.
The once united organization began to fall apart and internal strife continued.
Some senior officials tried to abscond with the money, but were intercepted by people arranged in advance by Mo Han and eventually fell into the hands of the law.
Seeing that the emerging forces were in disarray, Mo Han decisively ordered a general attack.
The Mo family warriors were in high spirits, like a tiger descending from the mountain, unstoppable.
The remnants of the emerging forces were unable to resist and were defeated.
Their leader, a sinister and cunning man, was captured by Mo Han himself while on the run.
The emerging forces were completely destroyed, and the Mo family achieved the final victory.
When the news spread, the entire galaxy was shocked.
Mo Han and Wen Nuan's names were praised by people, and they became interstellar heroes, cheered and admired by everyone.
At the celebration banquet, Mo Han raised his glass and looked at Wen Nuan affectionately.
"All this is because of you." He said softly, his eyes full of love.
Wen Nuan smiled gently in response and was about to speak when she suddenly felt a strange aura...
She turned her head sharply and looked towards the entrance of the banquet hall, where a man in black was approaching silently...
"Mo Han..." Wen Nuan grabbed his arm, her voice quick and low.
Mo Han's deep eyes reflected the bright lights. He gently embraced Wen Nuan in his arms and whispered in her ear, "Wen Nuan, we won." Tears flashed in Wen Nuan's eyes. She hugged Mo Han back tightly, feeling his warmth and strength.
The people around them burst into warm cheers, cheering for their love and for the Mo family's victory.
The entire Mo family was immersed in the joy of victory.
At the celebration banquet, there was constant drinking and laughter.
Mo Han raised his glass and saluted everyone. A confident smile spread across his face, as if everything was under control.
Wen Nuan stood beside him, elegant and graceful, like a shining pearl, illuminating the entire banquet hall.
However, in this joyful atmosphere, the communicator on Mo Han's wrist suddenly vibrated.
He frowned slightly, walked aside and answered the call.
A low and hoarse voice came from the communication: "Congratulations, Mo Han, you won this war, but your real enemy has just begun to surface..."
Mo Han's expression instantly became solemn. He gripped the communicator tightly, a hint of uneasiness flashing in his eyes.
"Who are you?" he asked in a deep voice.
"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you will soon find out that you will be facing an even more brutal war..." The voice in the communication was mocking and then stopped abruptly.
Mo Han suddenly turned off the communicator, his palms already oozing with sweat.
He took a deep breath and tried to keep himself calm.
He turned back to the banquet hall, walked to Wen Nuan, and gently held her hand.
"What's wrong?" Wen Nuan noticed that Mo Han was acting strangely and asked with concern.
Mo Han looked into Wen Nuan's eyes, hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "I just... received a communication..." Before he could finish his words, the door to the banquet hall was suddenly thrown open, and a man covered in blood stumbled in...
"Master...it's bad..." the man said with his last bit of strength, then fell to the ground and stopped breathing.
Mo Han and Wen Nuan's faces turned pale at the same time. They had a premonition that a bigger storm was about to come...