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The car had been driving for a long time, and Mo Ming had a black bag over his head, making it difficult to see the road. However, with the slight inertia during turns, Mo Ming could roughly guess the route the car was taking from the bus stop.
The group led by Castrated Man remained silent, and the car was somewhat quiet. But Mo Ming disliked silence and preferred liveliness. He then laughed and said, "Hey... Wimp Brother, why not take this black bag off me? It's quite uncomfortable, and most importantly, I can't see your handsome face."
"Stop whining. Even if I am handsome, it's not for you to see. Don't get any funny ideas; just keep the bag on until we arrive, and then you can take it off," came Castrated Man's voice, which Mo Ming recognized.
Whether or not to remove the bag didn't matter much to Mo Ming; he mainly wanted to tease Castrated Man. After all, wearing this dark bag still allowed him to recognize the way home, especially since there were police officers around.
"Alright then, Wimp Brother. How long have you guys been in this line of work? Your gang seems pretty impressive; not only are there many of you, but you also have a dedicated vehicle for transport. I truly admire that."
"Of course! We're the biggest gang in Nanhua City. You think that's not big? Now stop trying to pry information out of me. Knowing too much won't do you any good; it's better if you don't know. Otherwise, once I give you the password for interest, you'll be taking your woman and leaving—unless..." Castrated Man revealed a sinister smile and added, "Heh heh, don't think about escaping."
"I know the rules; you're overthinking it. I'm not trying to pry," Mo Ming replied repeatedly. "To be honest, I've always admired people like you since I was a kid—smart and capable enough to take things without anyone noticing. That's really impressive."
"You sure can talk. But what you said is true; we all undergo certain training. If we set our sights on something, there's no..." At that moment, the Pickpocket couldn't help but interject. However, halfway through his sentence, he recalled how he had almost been caught trying to steal something from Mo Ming earlier and suddenly felt suspicious.
When it came to thieving skills, he considered himself the best in Nanhua City; no one dared to dispute that. He had stolen countless times without ever failing—until now when he had failed in front of a young man and even received an elbow from him.
The Pickpocket immediately sensed that this kid was not simple; not only did he have quick reflexes, but he also possessed a Gold Card that indicated status. All of this made the Pickpocket question Mo Ming's identity.
"Kid, who exactly are you?" the Pickpocket asked.
Mo Ming smiled and replied, "I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Mo Ming; I just returned from Island Nation recently. You should know about Island Nation; my old man is the head of the most famous Adult Film Company there. If you're interested in going there, I could recommend you; the pay is decent, and those actresses... well, you know what I mean."
If Wu Zhentian were present at that moment, he would probably shoot Mo Ming on sight—after all, it was bad enough that he squandered money; now he was tarnishing his reputation!
The people in the vehicle suddenly became lively, and several lewd laughs echoed. The Pickpocket's suspicion of Mo Ming eased, and the gang member sitting next to Mo Ming chuckled, "No wonder you have a Gold Card; it turns out the kind of films we often watch are produced by your family. Do you think I would be suitable for filming?"
"Sorry, I can't see you right now, so I can't answer that," Mo Ming thought to himself, amused that these people were so easily fooled and had fallen for it so quickly.
The Castrated Man sitting in front then said, "You've already seen my appearance, so do you think I'm suitable?"
"Come on, Castrated Man, have you forgotten how you got that nickname?" The Pickpocket couldn't help but laugh, and the rest of the gang joined in.
"Damn it, that's because I can't find the right spot. If we were on a bus, I'd be showing off my skills!"
Mo Ming really wanted to scoff but held back and nodded, saying, "I think Wimp Brother is pretty good; his looks are impeccable. If you're really willing, we can get you cast in those bus series."
"No way, are you serious? Don't mess with me. When I, Castrated Man, get angry, even Jesus would have to show some respect," Castrated Man said with a hint of disbelief but secretly hoped it was true.
"I'm serious. After we finish our business later, I'll leave you my number. Whenever you want to go, I'll recommend you immediately. You'll be a handsome guy like Kato Taka then," Mo Ming thought to himself with delight; this group of thieves was indeed interesting and hadn't wasted his precious time entertaining them.
"Alright then, based on what you just said, when we get there, I'll definitely speak well of you in front of the boss and won't make things difficult for you," Castrated Man promised while patting his chest. His voice was loud enough that Mo Ming could tell what kind of gestures he was making without even looking.
The Pickpocket quickly chimed in, "Count us in too! Don't forget to arrange a role for us when the time comes. Hehe, we'll also speak well of you."
"Sure thing; everyone gets a share," Mo Ming felt a bit uncomfortable holding back laughter but feared that Castrated Man and his group might become suspicious if he laughed out loud.
After a period of silence, the van came to a stop.
"We've arrived, let's get out quickly."
The man sitting next to Mo Ming pushed him out of the car, and immediately Mo Ming heard the sound of a large iron gate opening.
No one said a word as Mo Ming was pushed inside. The hot weather did not affect the climate here; it was slightly cool. Through the black bag, he could smell the sweat lingering in the air.
This indicated that the place was secluded, with stagnant air and no circulation. Apart from the iron gate, the surroundings were likely enclosed and somewhat cool, suggesting that this place was quite large.
After being pushed along for a while, they finally came to a stop.
"Mo Ming, I knew you would come to save me... Let me go, let me through."
Li Xiulan's voice rang in Mo Ming's ears. Before anyone else could speak, Mo Ming removed the bag himself. Since it was enclosed here, the light was not bright enough to blind him instantly, and he quickly saw his surroundings.
It was exactly as he had guessed.
Apart from the main door, everything else was almost completely shut. The air was stagnant, and this was an abandoned warehouse—indeed very spacious. Besides some scattered junk, there were also a dozen or so large beds; this must be the lair of the criminal gang.
Li Xiulan sat on one of the large beds in front of Mo Ming, her hands tied behind her back. A middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle held her down, preventing her from moving. He must be the leader of this gang.
With a pockmarked face, it was no wonder his speech had been so disgusting earlier. Mo Ming felt a bit nauseous, especially with the sour smell of sweat surrounding him; his stomach felt very uncomfortable.
This criminal gang had quite a number of members. Including the Castrated Man, there were five people in total, making twenty-six individuals altogether, which naturally included that pockmarked-faced leader.
"Alright, I'm here now. I've handed over the Gold Card to you, so you can let her go. I'll stay as a hostage," Mo Ming said to Pockmarked Face as he stepped forward.
"Hehe, you really are quite sentimental. Now that we're here, I'm not afraid of any tricks you might pull."
Pockmarked Face revealed a cunning smile and released Li Xiulan. As soon as she was freed, Li Xiulan rushed towards Mo Ming, seeking comfort in his presence. She pressed herself against him and began to cry.
"I'm so scared. I... knew I shouldn't have let you come to save me, but I realized that no one else could save me except for you."
Mo Ming gently pushed Li Xiulan away with a smile and said, "It's okay. Now that I'm here, there's no need to cry. From now on, you're safe—completely safe."
"Mm." Li Xiulan nodded earnestly, trusting him completely.
"I wouldn't be so sure about that!" Pockmarked Face sneered ominously. "If you dare to play tricks on me, I'll make sure both of you live in hell forever. Let me show you what happens to those who offend me; then you'll understand not to try anything funny."
After saying this, Pockmarked Face clapped his hands twice, and the sound of machinery echoed through the warehouse. Soon after, a large iron cage emerged from the ground and slowly rose into the air.
Inside the cage were at least five young girls bound to the bars, their mouths taped shut. Their clothes were tattered from whipping, and they appeared to be in a half-dead state.
A flash of killing intent crossed Mo Ming's eyes.
This was too much; stealing was one thing, but engaging in such despicable acts was beyond comprehension.
This had seriously crossed Mo Ming's bottom line, causing his anger to boil over and his expression to turn icy cold.
Pockmarked Face did not notice the change in Mo Ming's expression at all. He thought he had frightened Mo Ming and smugly said, "Now you know my methods, right? If you dare to play tricks, I won't hesitate to sell you along with her!"
"Ha, indeed a good method. I could actually do something like that," Mo Ming replied with a hint of sarcasm in his smile. He continued, "I've seen your methods before, and I know what to do now. Let her go, and I will be your hostage until you get the money."
"This is not possible. It's too dangerous for you to stay here. I can't leave; I want to stay and accompany you," Li Xiulan thought it was unfair. Mo Ming had come to her aid despite the danger; how could she leave him alone to face it? She couldn't bear the thought.
"She's right. Until you tell me the password, both of you have to stay here. I'm doing this for safety's sake. If I let her go and she calls the police afterward, what will happen? At that point, I won't have my money and will end up in Detention. Do you think I'll let her go so easily?" Pockmarked Face considered everything carefully, afraid of falling into Mo Ming's trap.
Mo Ming shrugged and said, "Boss, I don't agree with what you're saying. If I tell you the password and then you kill both of us, what then? It seems I have no reason to trust you."
"I don't care whether you trust me or not; from now on, everything is under my control. If you don't tell me the password today, don't even think about leaving here alive!" Pockmarked Face was somewhat ruthless, and his underlings quickly surrounded Mo Ming.
However, Castrated Man and others hesitated. After a moment of contemplation, Castrated Man approached Pockmarked Face and whispered a few words.
Slap...
Pockmarked Face felt angry upon hearing this and slapped Castrated Man across the face. "You traitor! How dare you plead for him? I've raised you all for nothing! Who do you think you are? If I give you face, get lost! Otherwise, I'll deal with you too."
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