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Mo Ming gently pulled Ruolin from his embrace, reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, and smiled slightly, saying, "Alright, don't cry like that. You're too grown up for that; people will laugh at you."
"But... you offended Sito Hai for me. Won't there be any consequences?" Ruolin asked through her sobs.
Lin Yuan'er smiled and said, "Trust your Brother Mo. He always knows what he's doing. If he says it’s fine, then it will be fine. You need to have a little faith in him."
"Silly girl, look into my eyes," Mo Ming said as he cupped Ruolin's cheeks, making her gaze into his eyes. He spoke seriously, "Believe me, I’m not upset with you, and nothing will happen. Now stop crying; if you keep crying, you won't look pretty." With that, Mo Ming smiled.
Ruolin stared into Mo Ming's eyes for a moment before breaking into a smile and nodding, saying, "Okay, I believe you, Brother Mo."
"Alright then, Mo Ming, hurry up and sing! We can't wait any longer," Zhao the Eunuch began to act coy again, causing everyone in the room to stifle their laughter. Mo Ming felt goosebumps all over and immediately decided not to delay any longer; he quickly chose two songs.
"Okay, next up are two songs dedicated to Zhao Supervisor. Let's all enjoy them together," Mo Ming said without further ado. Once the melody started, he quietly awaited the lyrics.
Before long, Mo Ming began to sing. Although Zhao the Eunuch's behavior was somewhat nauseating, unlike Yang Yuan who turned his back to everyone, Mo Ming forced himself to endure the discomfort and sang directly to Zhao the Eunuch.
Initially, Mo Ming thought he had good composure; even though Zhao the Eunuch was extremely annoying, he believed he could last through two songs. However, he underestimated Zhao the Eunuch's ability to be pretentious—within less than one song's time, the entire room had erupted in laughter four times.
To cope with this situation, Mo Ming devised a strategy: whenever he couldn't face Zhao the Eunuch anymore, he would shift his gaze to the many beautiful women around him to soothe his wounded "soul"—his eyes.
Indeed, this self-soothing method proved effective for Mo Ming. After finishing both songs, he managed to dispel everyone's fears and unhappiness; the private room became lively again.
However, Murong Lian couldn't fully let go and seemed still worried. She struggled to absorb much of what Yang Yuan was saying and would occasionally snap back to reality to say something random, making Yang Yuan feel quite awkward. From Murong Lian's gaze, Yang Yuan could tell she was paying attention to Mo Ming.
Meanwhile, Mo Ming was enjoying himself thoroughly; he even started playing games and occasionally went up to sing another song without a care in the world as if nothing were amiss.
“Mo Ming, it's getting late. I think we should head back,” Murong Lian said, noticing that most people had already left and realizing it was nearly midnight.
“Miss Murong, do you need me to escort you home? It's the middle of the night, and Mo Ming has offended the Little Green Society. There are probably people waiting for him outside. It seems too dangerous for you to be with him; let me take you home instead,” Yang Yuan suggested immediately.
After hearing Yang Yuan's words, Murong Lian felt even more inclined to stay with Mo Ming, fearing she might miss him and feel anxious. She smiled and declined, “No need. Mo Ming can take me home just fine. Young Master Yang, it's getting late; you shouldn't stay out too late either.”
“Mo Ming, are you ready to leave?”
“Got it, Miss. Let me have one more drink first.” After finishing another drink, Mo Ming turned to Ruolin and Lin Yuan'er and said, “Since it's getting late, how about I take you back as well?”
“Sure, that would be great, Brother Mo.”
As Mo Ming was about to reach the door with a group of women, Night Peak had been quietly waiting for a while. When he saw Mo Ming come out, he approached and said, “Sito Hai's people are waiting for you outside. It's too dangerous for you to go out like this with a group of women.”
“Brother Ye, I really appreciate it. We’ve only met a couple of times, yet you've helped me twice now. Mo Ming is truly grateful. However, some things can't be avoided forever; I will have to face them sooner or later,” Mo Ming said seriously. “I wonder if Brother Night Peak could help me one more time?”
“No problem. Just tell me what you need; as long as I can do it, I won't refuse,” Night Peak replied without hesitation.
“I don't want the Little Green Society's people to touch them at all. Brother Ye, could you help me take them home? I'll handle the rest myself,” Mo Ming smiled as he glanced at Lin Yuan'er, Ruolin, and Murong Lian.
“No way!” the three women exclaimed almost in unison.
Night Peak felt a bit helpless and shrugged with a wry smile. “You see? They all disagree. How can I take them?”
"This time you must listen to me. It's too dangerous outside, and if you follow me, you will be harmed. Yes, you may say you're not afraid, but I am. I don't want any of you to get hurt. If you truly care about me, then let Brother Ye take you back. I promise that once this is resolved, I will come back."
Mo Ming spoke these words with great seriousness, without a hint of insincerity. The phrase "I will come back" was said with such conviction that it left no room for doubt.
"Alright, as long as you promise me that you'll return safely, I'll do whatever you say," Lin Yuan'er, Mo Ming's childhood friend and now his legal wife, naturally took the lead in expressing her support.
"I promise you, as long as you don't let me die, no one will take my life!" Mo Ming's voice was cold, chilling enough to instill fear deep within. Night Peak's eyes flickered at his words; he was shaken by what Mo Ming had said.
Suddenly, Night Peak sensed a murderous aura emanating from Mo Ming. He knew he lacked such presence himself; only someone like Lord Qian could exude such authority. Yet now, Night Peak truly felt he was mistaken because Mo Ming's aura was surprisingly strong.
It even surpassed that of Lord Qian!
This was unbelievable. At just over twenty years old, with an innocent appearance, Mo Ming could project such an aura. This clearly indicated that his experiences were far from ordinary. Night Peak began to realize that Lord Qian's intuition about Mo Ming was spot on; he was not simple at all.
With his mind made up, Mo Ming knew Murong Lian would not be able to change his decision and thus stopped insisting. He softly said, "Take care of yourself; I will wait for your return."
"Ruolin, during this time I may have to deal with some matters and will be away for a while. If you need anything, you can find your sister Yuan'er and Sister Lian. Don't worry; I will come back," Mo Ming instructed.
Ruolin nodded and replied, "Come back soon."
"Brother Ye, I leave them in your care."
After saying this, Mo Ming walked out without looking back, exuding a sense of righteousness.
The members of the Little Green Society were indeed waiting at the door. As soon as Mo Ming stepped outside, several people immediately stood up and gathered around him.
Mo Ming walked calmly, his steps steady as he approached his BMW. As he walked, he pulled out a cigarette box from his pocket, finding only one cigarette inside. He placed it between his lips, shielding it from the wind with his hand, lit it, took a deep drag, and let the smoke swirl around him.
Haha... Mo Ming laughed inwardly.
Sito Hai wants my life!
My life is right here; if you have the guts, come and take it!
"Brothers, take him down!"
This command sounded like a charge signal. As soon as the words left his mouth, a large group of at least a hundred people rushed forward, wielding unknown weapons and swinging afterimages.
Such a large scene was not something everyone could enjoy. Mo Ming suddenly felt lucky to have left the battlefield and found himself in a situation where he was surrounded. The bloodthirsty beast that had been hidden for so long awakened once more.
Mo Ming's expression remained calm, but inside he felt a surge of excitement. Facing two or three lackeys swinging iron pipes at him, Mo Ming skillfully dodged their attacks and seized the opportunity to return several punches, effortlessly snatching the iron pipe from their hands.
Although there were many of them, they were just ruffians who spent their days indulging in food and fun. They could handle minor scuffles, but when faced with someone like Mo Ming, who had training, they were truly no match. In a one-on-one fight, they would be finished; relying on their numbers was their only hope of overpowering him.
However, it seemed that this time their numbers wouldn't matter much. Mo Ming moved like a frenzied wolf, constantly shifting his body to prevent the Little Green Society members from closing in. If anyone paid attention, they would notice that no matter how Mo Ming moved, his target remained consistent: the direction of his parked BMW.
Sito Hai watched from a distance. He had thought that sending a hundred people would easily crush Dead Mo Ming like a grasshopper. To his surprise, Mo Ming fought fiercely; even with a hundred people attacking him, he managed to knock down ten or twenty of them. It had to be said that Mo Ming had become somewhat monstrous.
Countless onlookers surrounded the scene, yet no one called the police. Night Peak was with Murong Lian and two other women; through the glass window, they could see the fighting outside. At that moment, their hearts were tightly knotted with worry for Mo Ming's safety.
But they knew that going out would only hinder Mo Ming's retreat. There was nothing they could do but silently pray for his safe escape.
"Unexpectedly, Mo Ming's skills are so remarkable, able to take on a hundred alone. Mo Ming, you deserve my admiration. I didn't expect Nanhua City to have such a hidden dragon like you; it's truly astonishing. I hope you can safely get through this!" Night Peak sincerely admired Mo Ming in his heart.
The entire incident had only lasted about ten minutes, and the Little Green Society had already lost twenty to thirty members. Mo Ming had sustained some bruises from the clubs, but it was nothing serious and did not affect his fighting ability at all.
The fight was still ongoing.
Three people wielding machetes charged towards Mo Ming. Without a second thought, Mo Ming met them head-on. After dodging one person's attack, he struck another on the neck with his club, causing him to bend over. Using the man's back as leverage, Mo Ming executed a series of sweeping kicks at the other two before finally landing on the ground.
"Damn it, what a bunch of useless fools! You can't even beat someone outnumbered; what are you doing out here? Go back and drink your mother's milk! Once there was Night Peak from Feilong Road, and now there's another Mo Ming. Nanhua City is truly full of hidden talents. Hehehe..." Sito Hai licked his dry lips with his crimson tongue, fiddling with his black pistol. After loading it, he aimed at Mo Ming and slowly walked over.
Murong Lian noticed Sito Hai's actions and immediately shouted in panic, "Mo Ming, be careful behind you; he has a gun..."
However, the soundproofing was too good, and Mo Ming couldn't hear her warning at all. Lin Yuan'er and Ruolin also realized the situation and wanted to rush out, but Night Peak held them back.
"Don't worry; I believe Mo Ming will be fine."
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