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Without waiting for Mo Ming to speak, the door closed automatically, and a beam of light illuminated a table where a silver pistol lay. It was the very pistol Mo Ming had used to kill Hebrew. It seemed that Hebrew had prepared for this moment for a long time; he wanted to prove that Mo Ming was not as strong as he thought.
"Shura, go ahead and take that wicked silver gun. I won't shoot. I swear to God, I won't fire a single shot until you have the gun in your hands!" Hebrew's laughter echoed in the warehouse. "There are only three bullets inside, and my pistol has only three bullets as well. If after firing all three bullets no one is dead, then we will have to confront each other directly!"
Mo Ming believed Hebrew's words completely. If Hebrew truly wanted to assassinate him, he wouldn't have gone through all these theatrics. He was simply waiting for this day to personally avenge those three shots and bring Mo Ming down!
Mo Ming quickly ran to the table and reached for the pistol. As soon as he did, the light vanished. He cautiously rolled into a nearby cover and remained still, carefully trying to discern Hebrew's position.
At this moment, both sides were hiding, making it difficult to catch any movement from the other. However, this could not lead to a stalemate. After waiting for three minutes without hearing Hebrew's voice, Mo Ming took a cautious step and began to move around.
But just as Mo Ming took a step, there was a loud "bang" of gunfire, and he felt a bullet wound in his shoulder. At the same time, as the flash from Hebrew's shot lit up the darkness, Mo Ming fired back in that direction based on his instinct.
"Mm." A faint groan escaped Hebrew's lips. Mo Ming knew he had hit him too; however, aside from Hebrew himself in this pitch-black space, no one else would know where he had been shot.
Mo Ming pressed his hand against the wound and gritted his teeth. The pain felt like a drill piercing his heart; fortunately, though painful, it wasn't fatal—he could still move.
"Both of us have only two bullets left; it all comes down to who reveals their weakness first."
Mo Ming thought to himself. The slightest movement had been detected by Hebrew, indicating that his hearing had become exceptionally sharp. Mo Ming dared not make any more movements and waited for Hebrew to act first.
Crouching in his hiding spot, Mo Ming felt around for anything that could distract Hebrew's attention, but the surroundings were empty with nothing useful at all. He had no choice but to take off his shoes.
"There’s only one fleeting opportunity; I must take him down with one shot!"
Mo Ming casually threw one shoe in a direction. It landed with a noise but elicited no response from Hebrew—this surprised Mo Ming; Hebrew truly was not easy to fool.
However, Mo Ming did not give up and threw the other shoe. This time it finally provoked Hebrew into action; as the shoe flew through the air creating a slight whoosh, a bullet pierced through it.
Mo Ming's idea was simple: if he couldn't deceive you once, he would try again, and it was up to you to believe it. If you didn't believe it, it might actually be true, but if you did, you could end up in a deadly crisis. It all depended on how Hebrew would react.
Sure enough, Hebrew fell for it. Just as Hebrew pulled the trigger, Mo Ming seized the opportunity and shot at the spot where the light had just appeared. However, from the sound, it seemed Hebrew had made two preparations and quickly dodged. The bullet missed him and instead struck a piece of metal, producing a clang and sparking.
Mo Ming dared not stay in place any longer and immediately moved again. His new position was not far from Hebrew; in fact, he was now closer. With only one bullet left, if he missed this chance, he would truly be unarmed in the dark.
There was no movement from the other side. Mo Ming crouched down, using his hands to feel for cover as he edged closer to Hebrew. Just as Mo Ming was about to get near, footsteps sounded behind him.
Mo Ming inwardly cursed his luck and dove into the darkness. At the moment Hebrew fired again, Mo Ming also shot back. A bullet pierced through Mo Ming's shoulder while Hebrew's wrist was hit as well.
The comparison of three bullets had concluded; neither side suffered any fatal injuries, which meant that it was time for hand-to-hand combat in the dark. This would rely on their ability to discern positions—whoever could identify accurately and react quickly would win.
Hebrew knew that fighting openly would not make him a match for Mo Ming; only under these dark conditions did he have a chance to fight back. Originally, three bullets could have taken care of Mo Ming, but he never expected that he still wouldn't be able to defeat him.
However, as the former number one in the assassin world, Hebrew had never backed down before and certainly wouldn't surrender now. In a fight in the dark, who would win or lose was still uncertain!
"Hebrew, you've put in quite an effort to deal with me; you've reached this level. If it were back then, you would probably already be a cold corpse," Mo Ming said confidently now that there was no threat from bullets. In unarmed combat, he had never feared anyone!
Hebrew sneered, "Even if I don't want to admit it, Shura, you are indeed a formidable opponent. But today, it's either you die or I do; one of us is destined not to leave here!"
"Ha! Then it looks like you're the one who will perish," Mo Ming replied with a grim expression. Naturally, in the darkness where nothing could be seen, he used his hearing to pinpoint Hebrew's location and swung his fist toward him.
The punch was incredibly fast, creating a gust of wind that Hebrew felt as well. After exchanging several blows, both were masters at discerning positions and managed not to injure each other even slightly. In that pitch-black environment, it felt as if they were living in daylight; during their exchanges, they seemed to see everything clearly.
"Where is Murong Lian?" Mo Ming shouted angrily while launching a fierce attack on Hebrew.
"How should I know where she is!" Hebrew replied without hesitation. "You didn't keep an eye on her yourself; now that she's missing, you come looking for me? Don't you think that's a bit ridiculous?"
A heavy punch struck Mo Ming on the head, but Mo Ming managed to block the attack with a swift hand movement, quickly raising a leg to kick Hebrew away. However, he missed, and sensing the footsteps, Mo Ming knew he had to retreat.
"At a time like this, do you really think pretending to be clueless is amusing?"
Upon hearing this, Mo Ming became even angrier. He had already made his move, yet it felt as if he was acting like a coward, unable to admit what he had done. Knowing the truth about Hebrew, he quickly closed the distance again.
This time, Hebrew seized the opportunity to attack, launching simultaneous strikes with both fists. Mo Ming extended his hands to block but was pushed back several steps. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth; if one could see it, it would surely be as captivating as a flower blooming in the Underworld.
"Shura, let me show you just how powerful I have become in my quest for revenge!"
After saying this, Hebrew charged at Mo Ming, aiming a kick to knock him away. However, Mo Ming raised his leg to block it. As their hands clashed rapidly, their legs were also engaged in combat, each trying to overpower and trip the other.
"Is that all you've got? Do you really think your strength is enough to defeat me?" Mo Ming sneered. "If it were back then, your strength might have been enough to beat me, but don't forget that I have also improved over these years!"
After executing a mission to stop the "Dark Order" from conducting large-scale arms transactions, Mo Ming had retired from the military but did not lose his strength; instead, he had made significant progress. He continuously sparred with Liufeng, Poisonous Madness, and others, enhancing his combat abilities and becoming even more formidable.
Just as Mo Ming finished speaking, he unleashed a charged punch that struck like cannon fire. As Hebrew attempted to block it, the punch landed squarely in his abdomen, causing him immediate pain.
"I'll give you another kick, just for the sake of our country's family planning!" Mo Ming chuckled as he lifted a leg and kicked at the somewhat clumsy Hebrew. Although Hebrew managed to deflect some of Mo Ming's force with his hands, he still felt a sharp pain in his groin.
Enduring the pain, Hebrew gritted his teeth and quickly retaliated with a punch aimed at Mo Ming's face. However, it was blocked by Mo Ming, who simultaneously threw a hook towards Hebrew's chest.
The speed was fluid; Hebrew couldn't react in time and took the hit from Mo Ming. It was then that he realized how terrifying Mo Ming truly was—his ability to predict attacks was formidable. He quickly retreated to catch his breath.
"Trying to dodge?"
A teasing smile appeared on Mo Ming's face as he swiftly grabbed hold of Hebrew's clothing like an eagle's claw and pulled him closer. Realizing there was no escape, Hebrew steeled himself and launched an attack against Mo Ming.
Hebrew thought he would struggle, but to his surprise, he was attacked instead. This aligned with Mo Ming's intentions as he tightly grasped Hebrew's wrist, twisting it and quickly moving behind him.
Hebrew attempted to elbow Mo Ming forcefully, but Mo Ming kicked him behind the knee, causing Hebrew to kneel on one knee. He tried to swing his hand back in an attempt to make Mo Ming loosen his grip.
"Tell me where Murong Lian is!"
Mo Ming's eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness as he twisted Hebrew's wrist upward, making Hebrew groan in pain. The strength behind Hebrew's attempt to sweep at Mo Ming was easily countered.
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
Hebrew exerted all his strength to break free from Mo Ming's hold, but it was futile. He was pinned down so tightly that his brows furrowed deeply, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans formed on his forehead due to the pain.
Hearing this, Mo Ming increased his grip, and Hebrew could no longer contain his pain, shouting out loud: "Ah!"
Mo Ming's deep eyes were filled with angry killing intent as he said, "I'll give you one last chance. If you keep playing tricks with me, I won't hesitate to break your hand and then chop off your limbs, leaving you as a mere shell, unable to live or die!"
"Survival of the fittest; do whatever you want!" Hebrew snorted coldly and stubbornly replied, "I have never captured the person you mentioned, so how can I tell you where she is? Shura, I think you've gone mad."
"Yes, I am mad!" Mo Ming immediately responded and then broke Hebrew's hand. Hebrew screamed in agony, his cries echoing throughout the warehouse, but Mo Ming was lost in thought.
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