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Chapter 1082

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Mochen replied, "Okay."

He returned to the bedroom and asked Mohan to go over there. Then, he held a video conference with Ji You, Mo Nan and Ji Zuo.

The four of them exchanged the latest news.

Just then, Ji Zuo received a call and the caller reported, "Young Master, we've found the location of Little Summer's call to the Tang Dynasty a few days ago. She should still be in the Capital."

Summer was still in the Capital?

She was just hiding?

Summer knew hypnosis. If she changed her appearance slightly, it would be easy for her to hide, but it would be very difficult to find her.

The four of them discussed their strategy.

Mochen closed his eyes. After a long time, he called He Lianxiao. "Recently, if Your Excellency President needs to attend any public events in the Capital, bring Little Pomelo and Mrs. President, or let them attend some events on their own."

He Lianxiao frowned. "What are you trying to do?"

Mochen said softly, "Little Pomelo has already learned hypnosis. Your Excellency President, you don't have to worry too much."

The other members of the killer organization were nothing to be afraid of!

Moreover, because all the entrances and exits of the Capital were under strict surveillance, only a few people could enter the Capital.

Except for the group of people brought by Feng Wan and her mother.

Mm, there were quite a number of them. From the looks of it, they weren't from the killer organization. They were probably sent by Boss Qiao to protect them.

He Lianxiao said, "Feng Wan and her mother haven't left the Capital yet. They have quite a number of people with them."

Mochen said, "They should be Boss Qiao's men."

Boss Qiao?

Upon hearing these three words, He Lianxiao's expression changed.

He Lianxiao asked in a low voice, "Why would Boss Qiao be involved in the Ji family's matters?"

Mochen said in a low voice, "Feng Yan is his daughter."

"I see."

He Lianxiao fell silent, deep in thought.

No wonder!

Feng Yan was actually Boss Qiao's daughter!

He added, "We can't do anything risky anymore."

Mochen said, "Yeah, I know. I won't."

He Lianxiao thought for a while and said softly, "I'll check the schedule and have Lin Li send it to you."

Mochen made up his mind and stopped reminiscing. He looked at Mohan and said, "Let's go to the President's place."

Mohan took a few glances at Mochen.

Mochen did not say anything else. He just sat there and lit a cigarette. Then, he called Zhu Geqing. "How's your research progressing?"

Zhuge Qing said, "Young Master …"

Just like Xu Yan, he was getting more and more anxious.

It was as if he was about to succeed, but he was always just a little bit away!

In these few experiments, after the mice were injected with the new drug, their condition would improve for a few days. After a few days, their bodies would be checked to be free of any toxins. However, after a few days, the disease would suddenly start to act up. The disease was rapid and uncontrollable. Within 24 hours, the mice would die!

Mochen's eyes were like ink. "Take it slow. Is there any way to prevent this from happening?"

Zhuge Qing replied, "Stimulants are fine."

Mochen nodded. "Got it."

After hanging up the phone, he finished smoking a cigarette and threw the butt away. After a while, he went next door.

Weiwei was taking an afternoon nap.

He sat at the head of the bed and glanced at Weiwei. Then, he bent over and kissed her cheek.

Little Pomelo had just entered the room when he saw him. He quickly went out and covered his eyes with his hands.

Mochen took a glance and walked out of the bedroom.

Little Pomelo stood at the side and said softly, "Daddy, I didn't see anything."

Mo Chen replied with an "En" and patted her little head. "Daddy will teach you how to use a gun, okay?"

Little Pomelo nodded.

Mochen brought him to the shooting range in the President's palace and gave Little Pomelo a pocket-sized pistol.

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