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"Boss, you just mentioned the greatest enemy, right? Who exactly are they?" He Yunsong asked, somewhat shocked. It was hard to believe that an organization like the "Yihun" would not dare to intervene in their own country, so how terrifying must that enemy be to achieve such a feat?
Mo Ming took a puff of his cigarette and then lightly exhaled the smoke. "I don't know much about their identities yet, but I do know that they hold significant power in this country, and their members are spread all over the world."
"Seriously? They're that terrifying?" He Yunsong said, though deep down he believed it. After all, he understood that the world was vast; just when you think you know it, there are still many things you don't understand.
"Indeed, they are quite terrifying. The first time I clashed with them, I was utterly defeated. All my brothers, even my first love, were killed," Mo Ming said with a bitter smile. "And because I returned alone, I was falsely accused of being a traitor and nearly lost my life. If it weren't for the help of many elders, I might have died by now."
"Uh, Boss, it seems you haven't told me about your identity before you founded Yihun," He Yunsong pointed out.
Mo Ming exchanged glances with Liufeng, who then spoke up for him. "Brother, the Boss used to be a soldier, known as the strongest King of Soldiers in history. He has only failed one mission and has countless achievements and remarkable battle records. He is called 'Asura.'"
"Alright, today's revelations are truly astonishing," He Yunsong chuckled awkwardly. "I never expected that the Boss is so young yet has such a terrifying background. Meanwhile, I seem to be living a glamorous life but am actually just a frog at the bottom of a well."
"You don't need to say that. The person I am today is forged through countless deaths, setbacks, and pains," Mo Ming said as he took another puff of smoke. After a long silence, he continued, "Do you know how painful it is for a nine-year-old child to face life-and-death eliminations and undergo inhumane training?"
He Yunsong exhaled deeply, gazing at the dark mountains in silence for a long time before turning to Mo Ming. "Boss, can you tell me about your past? I'm really curious about what you've experienced that has shaped you into who you are now."
As a young man in his early twenties, He Yunsong should have been focused on studying. However, Mo Ming not only possessed extraordinary skills but also had experiences far beyond those of his peers. On the surface, he appeared carefree and cheerful, but deep down he bore heavy burdens and unmatched bravery.
Such a Mo Ming could not have reached his current state without having gone through numerous hardships.
As the saying goes, only adversity can bring out a person's hidden talents.
After taking several puffs of smoke that enveloped his face in mist, Mo Ming's expression turned somewhat bitter—a feeling of indescribable heartache washed over him. The memories of the past felt both precious and sorrowful.
Truly painful memories often resurface repeatedly.
"Do you really want to know?"
Seeing the change in Mo Ming's demeanor heightened He Yunsong's curiosity about this extraordinary young man's past. He nodded eagerly and said, "I really want to know. But if you're not willing to share, I won't force you."
"Alright, since you want to know, I'll tell you." Mo Ming tossed away his cigarette butt and stepped on it, saying to Liufeng, "Throw that corpse down the mountain. From now on, you can mobilize all our funds to recruit soldiers in Nanhua City. Remember, I need Elites, not rookies."
"Come on, boss, you’re talking nonsense more and more these days. Is that even something to instruct?" A smile crept onto Liufeng's lips as he said, "Don't worry, I'll definitely handle it well. Just give me a month, and I'll show you a prototype of an Elite team."
"Hehe, with you handling it, I feel much more at ease." Mo Ming smiled slightly and then said to He Yunsong, "Ah Yun, take me back to the hospital first. Along the way, I'll tell you about my past."
"Okay." He Yunsong immediately opened the car door and greeted Liu Feng, saying, "Brother, the boss and I are leaving."
Liufeng didn't say anything; he just nodded slightly.
...
After getting into the car and driving down the mountain for a while, He Yunsong didn't ask any further questions but remained silent. After all, this was Mo Ming's painful past; if he didn't want to talk about it, why should he pry?
"Ah Yun, weren't you just asking me what happened before?" Mo Ming broke the silence in the car and smiled, "If you're patient enough, then listen..."
Mo Ming fell into memories of the past.
He remembered that when he was seven years old, he got injured while saving Lin Yuan'er. Just after recovering from his injuries, his father Mo Zhentian took him and his mother back to the army and began training him personally.
That was the beginning of a painful journey and also a childhood shattering experience. Childhood should have been filled with toys and anime companions, but what accompanied Mo Ming were only scars all over his body, endless sweat, and blood.
Exhausted in body and mind, he never felt unhappy because this was the path he chose. No matter how bitter or tiring it was, he had to persevere. At that weak age, Mo Ming harbored a determination in his heart to become the strongest soldier.
Perhaps influenced by his father from a young age, he held infinite admiration and desire for soldiers.
Every day Mo Ming had to complete the amount of exercise required of special forces soldiers. Even when covered in wounds and utterly exhausted, he gritted his teeth and persisted—not for anything else but to bring honor to his father, for his mother, and for his dream of becoming the strongest soldier.
His father was a renowned leader in the military—a strong force for the country. He fought tirelessly throughout his life just to see the nation thrive. That spirit of "sacrificing personal interests for the greater good" was indeed present.
Wu Zhentian was often too busy with official duties to return home, spending most of his time in the military. As a result, young Mo Ming had to stay with his mother, Zhu Hanying, at Lin Yuan'er's house. This is how Mo Ming became acquainted with Lin Yuan'er from an early age.
Fortunately, Zhu Hanying was gentle and virtuous, understanding Wu Zhenning's ambitions without blaming him. Instead, she provided more support and love for Mo Ming. To outsiders, Zhu Hanying appeared strong, but Mo Ming knew that every night, his mother had her moments of vulnerability.
He still remembers the sound of her quiet sobs hidden within the house.
Because of this, Mo Ming worked tirelessly to fulfill his father's ambitions. Regardless of whether he lived for his parents or not, all he wanted was for his father to have more time to spend with his mother.
Mo Ming was quite impressive; he had great potential within him. After enduring such inhumane training, the soldier's spirit hidden inside him was fully awakened. Within a few years, he made rapid progress in physical fitness and by the age of thirteen, he could spar with an adult special forces soldier.
At fourteen, Wu Zhenning sent Mo Ming to the most terrifying "hell," a world where only the strongest survived. It was brutal and devoid of any humanity, with daily threats of death.
Entering "hell" meant entrusting one's life to "Death." Life became insignificant; only the strong could emerge from there. Every individual who managed to escape was among the strongest soldiers.
Mo Ming met his future comrades and Qingmeng there. They fought side by side and looked after each other like siblings. Without their unity and cooperation, they likely would have been eliminated within days of arriving.
In "hell," Mo Ming's progress was astonishing as he fought through challenges and advanced rapidly. Ultimately, he defeated the strongest soldier known as "Death" and earned the title of "Asura" at just sixteen years old, which was shocking.
It is worth noting that "Death" was once an immortal legend in the military—a general who never lost and unbeatable in one-on-one combat. He was also Mo Ming's mentor. However, after only two years, Mo Ming successfully challenged "Death."
Such talent was truly remarkable.
His mentor "Death" praised him highly: "A genius in learning, a rare talent in martial arts, with unyielding bones and resilient will."
After defeating "Death," Mo Ming began executing missions alongside his teammates—those who had walked through "hell" with him, including Qingmeng. Under Mo Ming's leadership, they undertook missions with repeated victories and nearly became the strongest combat team in their country.
However, after one defeat, Mo Ming lost everything—even Qingmeng. When he returned to the military, he was even suspected of being a traitor. If it weren't for his mentor "Death" and other elders advocating for him, Mo Ming might have faced death at that time.
After that incident, Mo Ming experienced disappointment and despair but did not let himself live a confused life thereafter.
Three months after his downfall, Mo Ming suddenly awakened and began to step into this vast world. He started learning various skills and was fortunate to meet several masters in different fields, as well as friends from "Yihun." Gradually, he made his way to where he is now.
To avenge Qingmeng and others, Mo Ming began to establish "Yihun," slowly infiltrating various parts of the world. He started to clash with that group in secret, and even today, the "Yihun" he created continues to oppose them, with the conflict growing more intense and the gap in strength between both sides narrowing little by little.
As he recalled this, the car had already arrived at the hospital entrance. Mo Ming slowly returned to reality and turned to He Yunsong, saying, "This is what I experienced before; I can only tell you briefly. Well, it's getting late; you should go back and rest."
After saying that, Mo Ming opened the car door and got out.
"Boss, count me in for those guys," He Yunsong suddenly spoke up.
Mo Ming turned back to look at the serious He Yunsong and smiled, saying, "Alright."
"Hehe, just thinking about being able to fight alongside you gets me a bit excited," He Yunsong said with a perfect smile. "Boss, as your brother, let me give you some advice: don't always cling to the past and overlook the people in front of you. Don't wait until you've lost something to realize you regret it."
Regardless of Mo Ming's reaction, He Yunsong smiled again before driving away.
Mo Ming was left standing there, pondering He Yunsong's words. After a while, he felt a sense of relief and smiled slightly, saying, "He's right; once something is lost, it can never be regained. If I cling to the past, I might make what I have now turn into another unbearable past."
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