Butler Zhou was still standing at the door with juice. Mo Nanjue glanced at him, "When she wakes up, if you want to drink, you can squeeze another cup."

"Okay, young master."

Mo Nanjue walked downstairs, and the clock was already pointing at 17:30.

Chen An still didn't come back.

According to his personality, no matter how he is, he will at least call and say a voice, and it will not disappear for no reason. This is what Mo Nanjue will do, not what Chen An will do.

Butler Zhou was also anxious, "Young Master, could something happen to Young Master An? Las Vegas is still quite chaotic, if..."

Mo Nanjue frowned, and after he snatched the cigarette in his hand, he stood up, "I'll go find him."

"That Miss Tong..."

"Since Luo Xiao was arrested, it is impossible to release him for the time being. I will come back at the latest in the morning. It is still the safest place at the moment," Mo Nanjue turned to the stairs, "If she wakes up, tell her that I will go find Chen An and let her wait for me here with peace of mind."

"But the young master..." But the housekeeper Zhou hurriedly followed, "Is it safe? You are the only one..."

Mo Nanjue didn't even look back, "I must go find him."

“…”

Butler Zhou didn't have much to say, so he could only shut up.

Mo Nanjue changed into a black leather jacket, put on his slender legs with a pair of painted gold leather boots, and daggers were inserted on both sides of his arms. He took two stimulants from the medicine box that Chen An brought, and took nothing else, and took a car and left the farm.

He is very familiar with Las Vegas. After seven years, the architecture has almost changed drastically, and the whole city is unfamiliar. The Chen family has more than a dozen hospitals of all sizes in the city. Mo Nanjue went around and found no traces of Chen An's return.

He did not stay in the city and drove directly to the Chen Manor.

The sky was getting darker and Mo Nanjue was driving very slowly. His eyes swept towards the trees on both sides of the roadside, and suddenly frozen on a hit tree.

Logically speaking, it is sparsely populated here, so it is impossible to have a car accident. How could the trees be hit?

Mo Nanjue stopped the car, walked to the woods, and looked down the hillside, and found that there was obviously a large heavy object passing by, otherwise it would not have been so tragic.

He grabbed the branches and slid downwards, and sure enough, he found a car at the lowest end of the hillside.

Mo Nanjue's eyes sank. The silver-gray BMW was obviously a farm car, and even the license plates were of the same series.

He pulled a long vine and continued to slide downwards. Mo Nanjue's legs fell to the ground. When he walked into the car, he realized that he had not even pulled out the car key and the car was still in the starting state.

The windows and doors are tightly closed, and there will definitely be no one when they are turned over.

He supported the car door with one hand and punched the window. Mo Nanjue glanced in and saw Chen An's cell phone placed in the mezzanine.

He narrowed his eyes, picked up his phone and turned back to the road.

Mo Nanjue was holding Chen An's cell phone in his hand, and there was no other call record inside. At this time, the sky was completely dark, and there were only birds crying around him. He leaned against the car door, turned on the light of his cell phone, and suddenly swept a whip mark on the road.

Mo Nanjue walked over and squatted down. The whip marks were very deep, and the traces of the oil road were drawn out.

Mo Nanjue raised his cell phone and shone the lights over. He could still see a few mottled blood stains on the road.
Chapter completed!