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As the sun was setting, He Yunsong hurried over. It wasn't that he was out of the loop; rather, when the incident occurred, he and Silver Wolf immediately led their trusted subordinates to search for that group of assassins. Of course, they didn't go looking for them openly, as that would only alert the enemy.
"The other party is hiding very deeply. I suspect Sito Hai is afraid they might get caught by the police and has hidden them away," He Yunsong said as he entered, sighing. "I'm worried about alarming them, so I've only been able to gather information quietly, and I haven't gotten any news at all. I'm sorry; by the time I received the information, the incident had already happened. However, Silver Wolf is still searching and should be able to find some leads."
"It has nothing to do with you, so there's no need to blame yourself. I figured it out; those people are all assassins trying to hide. It won't be easy for you to dig them out. Tell Silver Wolf to stop looking; if Sito Hai finds out about your movements, he might bite you in front of Zhuge Sheng. At that point, it could be dangerous for you. Just stay put and try not to contact me; I'll handle it," Mo Ming said calmly.
"No way! I can't just sit back and do nothing," He Yunsong shook his head firmly in disagreement.
"I have my own plans, so you don't need to worry," Mo Ming said with a mysterious smile. "Those assassins will come knocking eventually, and when they do, I plan to gather information about Sito Hai from them."
"Are you serious?"
He Yunsong was a bit skeptical. It wasn't that he doubted Mo Ming's abilities; his previous displays of strength were well-known.
It was just that these were all cold-blooded killers who excelled in assassination techniques. Moreover, they were lurking in the shadows like deadly snakes in a jungle—impossible to guard against.
"Really. Since we've known each other, have I ever let you down?" Mo Ming replied with a confident smile, his eyes reflecting an unshakeable calmness.
"You've only surprised me; you've never disappointed me." He Yunsong had no choice but to compromise. "However, let me remind you: don't underestimate the enemy; that often leads to fatal flaws."
"You can rest assured about that. I never underestimate anyone," Mo Ming patted He Yunsong on the shoulder. "But you need to be careful; Sito Hai might also come after you. I don't want to lose a good brother like you."
"I'll be careful." He Yunsong punched Mo Ming lightly on the chest and said, "I don't want to lose a good brother like you either. You better take care of yourself; otherwise, even if you end up in hell..."
At that moment, Lin Yuan'er was displeased by his words and threw half an apple she had peeled directly at He Yunsong's face. Fortunately, Mo Ming reacted quickly and caught it with his hand. He took a bite of the apple with a grin and said, "Yuan'er, how can you throw apples at my brother? Next time you want to throw something, just throw it at me instead! Give him the peeled apple!"
The earlier scene left He Yunsong a bit puzzled; when did he offend such a stunning beauty?
"What do you mean by 'you just got here'? You just arrived and dare to curse Brother Mo? You're asking for trouble," Lin Yuan'er huffed, not giving He Yunsong any favorable looks. Angrily, she said, "Shut your crow's mouth. Brother Mo is blessed by heaven; nothing will happen to him. If you dare to speak nonsense again, next time it won't be an apple I throw at you."
"Uh, okay, I misspoke. Sister-in-law, please don't take it to heart; I know I was wrong." Realizing the reason for being hit, He Yunsong chuckled awkwardly and said, "I often hear the boss mention you, saying you're both beautiful and gentle... Anyway, he used all good words to describe you. I didn't believe it back then, but now I do."
"Hmph, no need for flattery. Just keep your crow's mouth shut, and that's enough," Lin Yuan'er still didn't give He Yunsong a good look, clearly still angry about his earlier comment.
Having failed to flatter her, He Yunsong smiled awkwardly and quickly signaled Mo Ming to help him out.
"Ah Yun is just concerned about me; don't blame him," Mo Ming immediately defended.
Lin Yuan'er shot a glance at He Yunsong and said, "Hmph, I'll let it go this time."
"Thank you, Sister-in-law, for your generosity. I wish you good health, all the best, and may you have children soon..."
Mo Ming frowned and slapped He Yunsong on the chest to stop him. "Alright, enough of your nonsense! It's getting late. Ah Yun, you help me send Sister-in-law back; I'm worried about her going back alone."
"Brother Mo, I don't want to go back."
"That won't do! You need to go back first. I estimate tonight won't be too peaceful. I'm not at ease with you here. Listen to me; go back with Ah Yun." Mo Ming ruffled Lin Yuan'er's hair and suddenly realized that she was about his height now. Thankfully her high heels weren't too high; otherwise, he would have lost face.
"Okay, I'll listen to you, but you promise to take care of yourself," Lin Yuan'er said, pointing at Mo Ming with pursed lips.
"Yes, I promise," Mo Ming replied earnestly.
"Alright, I won't stay here to cause trouble," Lin Yuan'er agreed.
"Don't worry, Boss. I will take good care of Sister-in-law. Just be cautious here," He Yunsong said before leaving with Lin Yuan'er.
...
A massive black cloth covered the sky above Nanhua City, as an unknown immortal began playing Go with the stars, which dotted the night sky, accentuating its darkness. The bright moon hung high, resembling an eye opened by the heavens, watching over the darkness of the night and casting a silvery light upon the earth.
The night was tranquil. Inside Wanfuh Hospital, apart from the rumble of passing vehicles, it was quiet enough to hear the chirping of insects. The entire inpatient building was brightly lit.
In the darkness, a group of people moved swiftly, skillfully avoiding various surveillance cameras. Their destination was simple: the building where Murong Lian was located. Clearly, they were remnants of Sito Hai's hired assassins and among the most elite killers, their skills undoubtedly superior to those of the incompetent assassins who had attempted to capture Murong Lian earlier that day.
Soon, they arrived at the base of the building. One by one, they emerged from the shadows, dressed in various disguises—some as elderly individuals, others as office workers. Some even went so far as to wear women's clothing; it was hard to imagine how much bounty Sito Hai had offered to make these assassins go to such lengths.
During the day, due to police searches everywhere, they couldn't make too much noise and could only send someone to scout around. Once they confirmed that Mo Ming would be stationed here tonight, they waited until now to act. They thought they could catch him off guard but were unaware that Mo Ming had been prepared all along, just waiting for them to deliver themselves.
No one noticed that assassins had infiltrated the hospital. After disguising themselves, they appeared no different from ordinary people and were difficult to distinguish. Moreover, there weren't many people coming and going in the hospital; who would be so bored as to pay attention to those entering and exiting? Thus, these assassins easily blended into an elevator.
One of the assassins disguised as an elderly man pressed the button for the Tenth Floor.
Murong Lian's hospital room was located on the Tenth Floor.
Inside the same elevator, everyone pretended not to know each other and exchanged no words because they knew there were cameras monitoring their every move.
The elevator rose higher and higher, and when it approached the Ninth Floor, it slowly came to a stop. As the elevator doors opened, the killers' gazes all focused on the man who had just entered the elevator. This man was unremarkable, wearing a mask with a silly expression, sporting short hair that revealed some skin, and shaved on both sides.
As the Masked Man entered the elevator and was about to press the Tenth Floor button, he noticed that someone else had already pressed it. He withdrew his hand and turned to look at the killers behind him. The group of killers immediately showed signs of wanting to act, but the Masked Man, oblivious to the tension, smiled and said, "You all want to go to the Tenth Floor too? What a coincidence! My wife is on the Tenth Floor waiting to give birth."
Realizing that the Masked Man posed no threat, the killers decided not to make a move.
When they reached the Tenth Floor, the elevator doors opened.
The killers rushed out eagerly but failed to notice that the Masked Man was not in a hurry to leave; instead, he lingered at the back. If anyone had paid attention, they would have seen that his expression had changed—his gaze was now sharp and fierce, no longer silly.
Just as the last killer stepped out, the Masked Man suddenly revealed a dagger in his hand. He pressed the button for the first floor with one hand and swiftly slipped out. The dagger moved like a shadow, slicing through the last killer's throat before he kicked him back into the elevator.
The entire event unfolded without anyone noticing. The killers in front were unaware that one of their own was missing because their attention was fixed ahead, completely oblivious to what was happening behind them. After eliminating that killer, the Masked Man quietly followed behind them with agile steps, clearly trained in stalking techniques, allowing him to go unnoticed by his fellow assassins.
As they approached Murong Lian's hospital room, everyone instinctively reached for their concealed guns, feeling a sense of tension. For assassins, feeling nervous is a major taboo; however, they couldn't help but feel anxious due to today's events and their comrade's tragic death, which instilled fear of Mo Ming in them and worried them about facing death themselves.
Arriving at the door of the hospital room, they finally drew their guns and forcefully burst through the door.
Only...
The empty hospital room contained nothing but cold equipment; there wasn't even a shadow of a person present.
"This is bad; we've fallen into a trap. We need to retreat quickly."
The killers immediately realized they had been deceived, but it seemed too late.
The Masked Man rushed forward from behind with a dagger, directly grabbing the nearest assassin and delivering several stabs to the assassin's abdomen.
The other assassins reacted immediately, raising their guns at the Masked Man, but the Masked Man was quicker. He slashed with his dagger, leaving a crimson line of blood on the hands of those assassins.
The group of assassins let out cries of pain, unable to hold onto their guns any longer. The firearms fell from their hands to the ground. The Masked Man danced with his dagger, turning one of the unresponsive assassins into a work of art, carving countless wounds into him.
"Brothers, things are getting tough; we need to retreat quickly."
Seeing the assassins turn to flee, the Masked Man wanted to pursue them when Mo Ming walked out from the room.
"Don't kill them for now; I want to play the long game and catch the big fish. Follow them without being detected."
"Don't worry; my tracking skills are top-notch. I guarantee I'll help you take down their lair," the Masked Man said with a hint of arrogance. However, he indeed had the qualifications to be arrogant. Mo Ming trusted his abilities completely and said nothing more, just nodded. The Masked Man then chased after them from another direction.
Mo Ming's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness: "Sito Hai, enjoy your remaining time."
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