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After the Masked Man left, Mo Ming took out his phone and made a call, a beautiful smile curving at the corners of his mouth.
"Miss Ji Yue, sorry for calling you right after I got your number."
"Heh, so eager to make a nuisance call? Aren't you afraid your wife will find out?"
"I'm afraid I have to disappoint Miss Ji Yue; I don't want to bother you. I just wanted to tell you something."
"Go ahead, what is it?"
"I'm sorry to inform you that there are assassins coming tonight."
"..." The other side was silent for a long time, and a hint of bitter laughter could be heard. "I understand. They went, and then they died. Are you asking me to handle the bodies?"
"Very clever. This matter has nothing to do with me. I'm just a good citizen who discovered someone died and immediately informed you. Hurry over."
When Mo Ming said this, he didn't feel embarrassed at all; his face was calm as if he were speaking the truth. Anyone nearby might genuinely believe he was a good citizen.
Ji Yue didn't buy it, but even if she guessed it was Mo Ming's doing, there was no evidence. Besides, those people were assassins; dead is dead, and they just needed to be quietly dealt with.
"Alright then, as a good citizen, don't touch the scene. Stay in your room; I'll go handle it right away."
"No problem, haha, I'll hang up now."
Mo Ming laughed and hung up the phone. He shrugged and walked out of the room, heading to the elevator and pressing the button for downstairs.
After waiting for a while, the elevator arrived.
When the doors opened, the body that the Masked Man had killed lay quietly inside, eyes wide open and looking quite terrifying. It seemed that the staff had dozed off and hadn't noticed that a murder had occurred here.
Mo Ming appeared calm, as if he hadn't seen anything, and walked in, pressing the button for the Ninth Floor.
In fact, Mo Ming knew that the assassin's informant had come during the day. After He Yunsong and the others left, he asked the doctor to change him to a double room on the Ninth Floor. This time, the doctor agreed without hesitation, as Mo Ming was now seen as a wealthy patron who needed to be catered to.
Ji Yue was efficient; upon receiving Mo Ming's call, she immediately led her subordinates to the scene, briefly secured it, quickly dealt with the bodies, and collected all the surveillance footage from the hospital's cameras. They left in a hurry, and not many people were aware of what had happened.
During this visit to the hospital, Ji Yue did not ask Mo Ming any questions because she felt it was unnecessary. These were assassins; they were dead, and that was that. Most importantly, Ji Yue was concerned that Liu Dong might act impulsively after seeing Mo Ming. Therefore, she did not inform Liu Dong about who reported the case but only told him that those who died were assassins.
Upon learning they were assassins, Liu Dong did not ask further questions, and the matter was brushed aside.
Mo Ming stood by the window of Murong Lian's room on the Ninth Floor, lifting the curtain to gaze down at the police slowly leaving. A strange smile crept onto his lips as he lowered the curtain and turned to look at the stunning beauty lying silently on the hospital bed like a stone statue.
The room was dark; no lights were on, and only the glow from medical equipment illuminated the space.
At that moment, Murong Lian's face was pale. The once alluring lips that had captivated Mo Ming now lacked luster and were dry and cracked.
Seeing this, Mo Ming felt an indescribable ache in his heart. He immediately picked up a medical cotton swab dipped in water and carefully applied it to Murong Lian's lips. He repeated this process over and over again—drying them and then applying more moisture.
It wasn't until his phone rang that Mo Ming paused his actions and answered the call.
"Have you found their hideout?"
"Boss, of course we have," came a frustrated voice from the other end, likely rolling their eyes. "After leaving the hospital, they returned to a villa in South Suburb. It's the only villa around; it's secluded and perfect for hiding."
"Don't act yet. Wait for me; I'm heading there now." After hanging up, Mo Ming ignored whether Murong Lian could hear him and said softly, "Just hang in there for now. I’m going to take revenge for you. Don’t worry; I won’t let those who harmed you get away with it. Wait for my return."
With that, Mo Ming left the room.
After leaving Wanfuh Hospital and stepping onto the street, Mo Ming put on the mask he had prepared earlier, hailed a taxi, and got in.
"To South Suburb."
"Hey, young man, is that you?" The driver turned around to look at Mo Ming, excitedly saying, "What a coincidence! How could you forget me? You really have a short memory. Just last time, I helped you find a hotel! I remember it clearly; even with your mask on, I still recognized you!"
"..." Mo Ming recalled the encounter, his expression turning stern. He controlled his voice and said coldly, "Don't try to be friendly with me. Just drive to South Suburb. I won't shortchange you on the fare."
"How could I possibly mistake you?" The driver frowned but reluctantly turned back around and started driving toward South Suburb.
Mo Ming let out a sigh of relief. He wore the mask to avoid being recognized, but he didn't expect to run into this driver. Thankfully, he wasn't recognized; otherwise, Ji Yue would have come looking for him!
"Bro, you really don't remember me?" The driver kept glancing at Mo Ming through the rearview mirror. Mo Ming's gaze became increasingly fierce as he snapped, "Damn it, can you stop talking? I've never seen you before; how could I remember you!"
At this point, the driver was convinced.
The previous encounter had been friendly; this one was clearly different due to Mo Ming's volatile temperament.
The car fell silent until they reached South Suburb. Still no conversation occurred. After getting out of the car, Mo Ming rummaged through his pockets and suddenly remembered—damn it, he didn't have any change!
"Don't tell me you don't have money for me!"
Mo Ming patted his pocket, his fierce expression fading into embarrassment as he said, "Sorry, I really didn't bring any change. Do you accept card payments here?"
"Hmph, now I believe you're definitely not that young man because he was much more generous! I'm not asking for double the fare; at least give me the basic fare! It's not easy supporting a family." The driver was genuinely angry now. He opened the car door and rolled up his sleeves, saying, "Hurry up and give me gas money; otherwise, you'll regret it."
At that moment, Mo Ming's phone rang.
"Driver, don't get worked up. Let me take this call; I won't forget your money," Mo Ming said as he raised a hand to stop him and quickly took out his phone to answer.
"Boss, have you arrived yet?"
"I'm here, just a little ahead of you. I've run into some trouble, so hurry over!" After finishing his call, Mo Ming turned to Driver and said, "Please wait a moment; my brother is coming."
"Hmph, at least you know how to behave. If I hadn't been out of the game for so many years, I could gather a bunch of brothers in minutes to give you a beating," Driver replied, somewhat satisfied. He nodded and leaned against the car, pulling out a cigarette pack only to find it empty. Frustrated, he tossed the pack aside, scratched his head, and cursed, "Damn it, I just bought these this morning, and now they're gone."
Mo Ming quickly offered his own cigarettes with a grin. "Big brother, no worries; you can have mine."
"Is it Huanghelou? If it's not Huanghelou, I won't smoke it." Driver took the cigarette, sniffed it, and despite saying he wouldn't smoke it, he lit it up and took a puff. It wasn't bad, so he nodded in satisfaction and said, "This kind of cigarette isn't great; it's not as good as Huanghelou, but I can manage."
Before long, the Masked Man rushed over while still wearing his mask.
"Boss, don't tell me you can't handle this old guy!"
Mo Ming's expression darkened as he slapped the Masked Man on the forehead and scolded, "Speak politely! I could easily deal with you. Do you have any spare change? Help me cover Driver's fare!"
"..." The Masked Man felt a bit downcast as he pulled out five hundred from his pocket and said, "This is all the change I have; is it enough?"
"That's plenty; just two hundred will do," Driver nodded repeatedly.
"Oh." The Masked Man responded and pulled out two bills from the five hundred before handing them to Driver. He said lightly, "Alright then, here's your two hundred... Hey! Boss, why are you hitting me?"
As the Masked Man spoke, Mo Ming swung his hand again and slapped him on the forehead. Ignoring the Masked Man's complaints, he snatched the remaining three hundred and handed it to Driver.
"Big brother, this three hundred is for your cigarettes. Sorry for taking up your valuable time."
The Driver was overjoyed, took the money, and gave a thumbs up, saying, "You really know how to handle things. Thank you, big brother. I won't delay your work any longer; I'll take my leave first."
After saying that, the driver got into the Taxi and sped away.
The Masked Man rubbed his aching head in frustration. If the person in front of him weren't his boss, he probably would have thrown a dagger.
"Damn it, boss, why did you give him so much money?"
"Stop talking nonsense. It's not easy for him to make money. It's just three hundred bucks; just give it without so many reasons," Mo Ming replied. "Alright, we have serious business to attend to. As long as we handle this well, I'll arrange a big treat for you!"
"Boss is mighty! Hehe, I knew there would be benefits from following you," the Masked Man chuckled lightly, his eyes flashing with a hint of ruthlessness. "They are in the villa ahead. I've been observing for a long time, and there's been no movement. They probably won't act tonight."
"If they aren't acting, then we'll take action," Mo Ming smiled and said. "We just need to leave one alive; we can take care of the rest. I want to see how your training at the base has prepared you. If you're not up to it, I'll send you back and bring in the Lion."
Upon hearing the name Lion, the Masked Man snorted coldly, clearly displeased. "You probably don't know, but I've already taken out the Lion. Now I'm ranked sixth, and he's seventh. If I'm not capable, calling him won't help either. Alright, once you see me in action, you'll know if I'm good enough. Don't forget about that big treat you promised."
"Oh? You've taken out the Lion? Then the next target must be Blood Corpse," Mo Ming nodded and said. "Don't worry; it's just a big treat. Once this is done, I'll cover your living expenses here—just thirty thousand a month; anything more is on you."
"Hehe, let's get started! I can't wait any longer for that big treat!"
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