CHAPTER 277: A SCHEME MOST WICKED

"Mo San, you truly are wicked," Ferra said, shaking his head at Mo Xiaobai. How did this man’s mind work, to come up with such an anti-human idea?

That was his little cousin, after all. Was the man lying in there so evil that he couldn’t help himself?

Mo Xiaobai gave a subtle smile. "Not bad, not bad. Not wicked, just a little prank. How about it, is there a chance? My two handsome uncles, you don’t know how terribly little cousin bullied me when I was a child. It’s a hundred-page history of blood and tears! Do you know why I broke up with my first girlfriend? It’s because my little cousin broke up, and he wanted everyone to break up with him too. So I broke up! I was truly miserable. Even today, I still think of Betty’s enchanting figure and sweet voice. Ah, it was all little cousin’s fault! Otherwise, Betty and I would have already had a soccer team. That’s why my hatred for little cousin flows endlessly like the Tiber River."

Ferra’s face twitched. Damn, this guy was putting on quite an act. At 13, he seduced an 18-year-old girl in the prime of her youth—a typical... devil. Luckily, Betty broke up with him.

Robert questioned, "Excuse me, is there a Tiber River in Rome?"

"Oh, Uncle Robert, that’s not the point, okay? That’s not the point!" Mo Xiaobai teared up, on the verge of crying, full of grievance. "Don’t you think my experience is pathetic?"

Both simultaneously shook their heads. "Not pathetic at all."

Robert said, "So, besides Big Boss, there’s someone else who’s your nemesis, huh?"

Ferra seriously pondered a question. "Mo San, don’t you think your breakup with Betty was Betty’s good fortune? Otherwise, if you had corrupted her until today, it would have been awful. If you hadn’t used contraception, you could have had four or five soccer teams by now, and from different mothers—American, Mexican, Chinese, British, Italian. Damn, the house could form a UN Children’s Squad! It’s good Betty broke up with you early."

This time, it was Mo Xiaobai’s turn to look displeased. UN Children’s Squad...

"Actually, I’m very pure..."

"Of course! Big Boss... cough cough. Speaking of which, are you really pure? Can’t tell," Ferra said. "An angel draped in a devil’s skin, wanting to poison his own cousin. Wicked, devil, scoundrel."

Mo Xiaobai teared up, looking pitifully at Robert. "Handsome Uncle Robert, you’re much prettier than Uncle Ferra. You’ll definitely be kind enough to help me, won’t you?"

Ferra’s face darkened. Robert said with a smile, "Third Young Master, it’s not that I don’t want to help you, but I truly can’t. It’s too difficult technically. Unless he genuinely gets hit hard enough to become a retard, we can’t help you."

Mo Xiaobai tilted his head in thought, then said with a grin, "Last time, Uncle Bai Ye and Uncle Suman came to Rome to see us. Weren’t you two here because of their reputation, asking for many prescriptions? Do you have any similar medicine? I know Uncle Suman has a lot of strange medicines. Don’t tell me you don’t!"

Robert chuckled. Ferra said, "You brat, your desire to harm your cousin is truly firm, isn’t it? The medicine we ask for is to save people, not to harm them. Your thinking is too twisted."

Mo Xiaobai deflated. "Are you sure there’s none?"

They both shook their heads. Ferra said, "You can pray to God to make him a retard when he wakes up."

"I don’t believe in Christ."

"Pray to Buddha."

"I don’t believe in Tathagata either."

"Who’s Tathagata?"

"..." Mo Xiaobai glared at Ferra, pounding on the glass and howling, "I want little cousin to become a retard! This is my only chance! Wuwu, since childhood, except for when he broke up, I’ve had nothing good to mock him about. And even after breaking up, he still found a little cousin-in-law! He’s too lucky! I’m jealous, I must give little cousin a good torment this time!"

Mo Xiaobai clenched his fist, his inner universe burning brightly. "Movies always show it like this: a solid whack with an iron rod to the back of the head can turn someone into an idiot. Should I take this gamble? I think little cousin-in-law must have been terribly cheated by little cousin too. She must also be hoping little cousin becomes a little retard! That way, we can play with him together. Oh yeah, it’s too wonderful! Do you think this plan is feasible?"

Robert and Ferra were utterly speechless.

Mo Yao’s cold voice came from behind him. "I’ll hit you with a rod and turn you into a retard first."

Mo Xiaobai felt a chilling breeze on his back. He gave a few forced laughs. "It’s over, Big Boss heard me."

Robert and Ferra felt liberated. Mo Xiaobai’s clinging skills were first-rate, and he was prone to acting on impulse. He really might just go in there and smash someone’s head with a rod.

Given his twisted thoughts about Ye Feimo, the possibility was very high.

Luckily, Mo Yao arrived.

Mo Xiaobai had been peculiar since childhood. He wasn’t afraid of his father, his mother, or Mo Ye, only Mo Yao. Second was Ye Wei, but Ye Wei couldn’t always control him. Mo Yao, however, was always effective.

"Big Boss, you finished your work so quickly?" Mo Xiaobai chuckled a few times.

Mo Yao was expressionless. "What are you doing here?"

"I’m concerned about little cousin," Mo Xiaobai said, eagerly leaning in. "Big Boss, do you really not want to see little cousin become a retard? It would be so much fun!"

Mo Yao gave him a cold glance. "I’m more looking forward to you becoming a retard, although you’re already idiotic enough as it is."

Mo Xiaobai pouted. That was too much! To call him idiotic!

Robert and Ferra laughed heartily. Mo Xiaobai still wasn’t giving up. "Big Boss, think about it, even you were pranked by little cousin and Kaka when you were little, remember the naked running? So many people saw your naked body, hmph hmph."

This was Mo Yao’s greatest humiliation in his life.

Robert and Ferra chuckled quietly. Probably only Mo Xiaobai had the guts to bring it up.

"Mo San, haven’t you seen Big Boss’s naked body?"

"Nonsense!" Mo Xiaobai immediately said. "Of course I have! My mom, dad, uncles, aunts, cousins, grand-uncles, grand-aunts—lots of people were there, everyone saw!"

Ferra coughed. "You’ve only seen Big Boss’s naked body when he was a child?"

It was clear a huge question mark hung over Ferra’s head. Mo Yao remained expressionless, as if the person being discussed, the subject of this awkward conversation, wasn’t him. Mo Xiaobai was half a beat slow. His gaze swept over Mo Yao’s body, then he suddenly turned and left.

Mo Yao remained expressionless. Robert and Ferra laughed uncontrollably. Mo Yao looked at the sterile room. "Don’t listen to Xiaobai’s nonsense. Will he really wake up tomorrow?"

"Yes, he’ll wake up tomorrow."

"Good, then. Get them healed as quickly as possible," Mo Yao said. The two nodded, and he left.

Robert said, "Big Boss seems cold and distant, but he’s actually a very kind person."

"Are your eyes in your butt?"

Mo Yao, meanwhile, thought, "Better to heal Ye Feimo and Wen Nuan quickly and get them out of here, lest someone keeps having twisted ideas all day long and busy teasing Wen Nuan upstairs. It’s better they leave sooner rather than later."

It wasn’t that he didn’t dare turn Ye Feimo into a little retard. If Ye Feimo became a retard, he would definitely stay in Rome for a longer period. And staying longer would mean Mo Xiaobai’s frequency of coming to the study to nap would decrease.

Mo Yao decisively decided to get rid of Ye Feimo as soon as possible.

If Ye Feimo woke up, he would probably leave as soon as possible too.