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The young man approached Brother Long with a smile, playfully saying, "Grandson, I'm sorry. I never taught you how to behave properly when you were growing up. It's all because your grandfather was too busy. Your father passed away early, so it's my responsibility to educate you."
"How dare you disrespect me, you little brat!" Brother Long's face was filled with rage. He struggled to hold back his coarse language. One of his subordinates, eager to show off, immediately stepped forward and began cursing at the young man, ready to teach him a lesson.
Just as the subordinate raised his hand, the young man showed no sign of fear. With a swift kick, he knocked the subordinate's hand away and then continued to kick him in the stomach at lightning speed. The subordinate stood frozen in place, unable to move as the young man continued to strike him.
"I see you enjoy flattering others for attention. How about I help you lick my boots?" The young man said disdainfully. With a powerful kick, he sent the subordinate flying and then brushed off his shoes, saying, "Never mind, just thinking about it makes me sick."
Night Peak leaned closer to Mo Ming and whispered, "Brother Mo Ming, this guy is quite strong. I've never heard of anyone like him in Nanhua City. Could he be an enemy?"
Before Mo Ming could respond, the young man turned to Night Peak with a bright smile and said, "Hey, I'm not an enemy. I'm just passing by. No need to be nervous, brother!"
Upon hearing this, Mo Ming's deep gaze rippled with intensity. Night Peak's words were barely audible amidst the noise around them; even he doubted he could hear them clearly. This only confirmed Mo Ming's belief that the young man was indeed a master. From what he had just displayed, Mo Ming felt he was no match for him!
Surprised for a moment, Mo Ming forced himself to control his emotions and replied calmly, "Let's trust him. If he says he's not an enemy, then he's not. If he were an enemy, with his strength, it would be easy for him to eliminate us."
While appearing unfazed on the surface, Mo Ming's heart was anything but calm. The sudden appearance of this young man suggested that his strength might surpass that of Evil Eye. If this guy were an enemy, it would be terrifying!
"Shura is right!"
The young man smiled at Mo Ming. That simple statement left Mo Ming even more astonished; who was this person who even knew his nickname? It felt overly mysterious.
Meanwhile, Brother Long was furious seeing the young man and Mo Ming exchanging words while ignoring him completely. He pointed at the young man and shouted, "Who are you to come out of nowhere and dare to lay hands on my people? An outsider?"
Brother Long was not a kind person; however, given the strength the young man had just displayed and his dismissive attitude, Brother Long felt cautious about whether this young man had powerful backing. If so, things could get serious quickly.
"Yeah, I brought my wife here for a trip. What's up? Do you want to be my free tour guide?" The young man seemed to ponder for a moment and then said, "Forget it. With that dog-like appearance of yours, you'll ruin my enjoyment of the trip. I don't need you to lead the way, my dear grandson."
Not a local?
That makes things easier. As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot suppress a local tyrant. Brother Long, as an affiliated force of the Little Green Society, felt he had some power in Nanhua City. The key was that he had the Little Green Society backing him up. Even if an outside gang dared to deal with him, the Little Green Society wouldn't just sit back and do nothing for the sake of face. With this in mind, Brother Long no longer suppressed the anger in his heart.
"You little brat, if I don't let you see the coffin today, you won't shed a tear, right?" Brother Long snarled furiously, waving his hand at his subordinates. "Brothers, first cripple this kid, then we'll collect the debt. Once we have the money in hand, we can leave for our restaurant!"
"Alright! Following Brother Long means food and drinks! Brothers, no matter who they are, let's go beat him up first. No matter how big the deal is, Brother Long will take care of it!"
A group of younger brothers rolled up their sleeves and prepared to strike. The shop owner sensed trouble and didn't want to involve the young man because of his own issues. He quickly ran in front of the young man and spread his arms to block him.
"Brother Long, please don't make things difficult for him! I'll pay! I'll pay you money!" The shop owner was almost in tears as he said, "Tomorrow I'll find someone to sell this shop. I can definitely pay you back right away! Please don't make things difficult for him!"
The shop owner was just an orphan who had taken in another orphan as his brother. Lacking love himself, he poured all his affection into his brother. After struggling hard to improve their lives, his brother turned out to be a disappointment and got into gambling. He lost money and borrowed from loan sharks; the interest kept piling up until it became unbearable. If he truly wanted to repay it, he would have to sell his shop—the culmination of his life's work—which would break his heart.
Hearing that the shop owner was going to repay the debt left some of the younger brothers at a loss. One of them turned back and asked, "Brother Long, he said he's going to pay us back. Should we fight or not?"
"What the hell? Are you all useless? Just because he says he's going to pay means we won't fight?" Brother Long kicked the talking younger brother in the butt and shouted angrily, "If anyone can humiliate me just by offering money, how am I supposed to survive out there? Fight! After we beat him up, we'll take the money! I don't believe he won't pay!"
With that encouragement, those younger brothers no longer hesitated and charged at the young man with a gang-like energy. The shop owner felt anxious inside; although he showed some fear on his face, he told the young man, "Kid, hurry and run! These guys are tough characters; if you don’t leave now, you'll end up in the hospital!"
Instead of listening to the shop owner's advice and fleeing, the young man charged forward alongside him and engaged with the attackers. Although they were outnumbered, Mo Ming could see that the young man handled them with ease. Several times when it looked like the shop owner was about to get hit, the young man stepped in to block for him.
"Hehe, I haven't been hospitalized in a while; I'm actually looking forward to reliving that feeling. Shop owner, you're not bad; meeting me is your luck. Step aside; I'll take care of these punks."
When the thugs had just surrounded him, the store Boss had already closed his eyes in fear, as if he had mustered a great deal of courage to stand still, completely unaware of what was happening. After waiting for a long time without feeling any pain or discomfort, he heard the continuous shouts around him. At that moment, upon hearing the young man's words, he suddenly opened his eyes.
"What...?" The store Boss was somewhat bewildered. What exactly had happened? Why were there so many thugs lying on the ground, while the young man beside him was completely unharmed? He truly suspected that he had been knocked out and was experiencing an illusion!
The young man had effortlessly dealt with Brother Long's henchmen in just a few moves. It was all fists and legs, without any visible technique. However, Mo Ming could tell that the control over the force of those punches and kicks was very strong; only a master could achieve such precision. Moreover, the speed was somewhat strange—sometimes fast, sometimes slow. One moment you would see a fist not yet thrown, and the next moment it would already be hitting your face.
"Damn, I thought you were something special; turns out it's just all talk!" The young man smirked slightly as he approached Brother Long, who had gone from furious to terrified.
Brother Long looked at his groaning subordinates scattered on the ground and hurriedly stepped back. "Don't come any closer! What do you want?"
"Nothing much, just want to teach you how to be a person. My dear grandson, bullying others is one thing, but now you've even found someone to beat up your grandpa. You're quite the failure as a grandson," the young man shook his head and laughed. "Come here, grandson. If you can take two punches from grandpa, I'll let you go. No, one punch is enough!"
"No! You better not lay a hand on me! My backing is the Little Green Society! If you dare to touch me, it's like challenging the Little Green Society! Hmph! They won't let you off easily!"
Brother Long quickly brought up the name of the Little Green Society in an attempt to intimidate the young man. However, the young man seemed unfazed and continued to smile as he casually dug into his ear and walked closer. "Huh? What did you say? Little Green Society? I've never heard of it!"
Realizing that intimidation wouldn't work on the young man, Brother Long turned to run. But as soon as the young man moved, it was as if he had wind at his feet; he quickly caught up and grabbed Brother Long by the collar from behind, dragging him back until he fell heavily to the ground.
"Ouch... that hurts..." Brother Long couldn't help but cry out. As he regained focus and saw the young man's face close to his own, he quickly covered his face and pleaded for mercy. "Please don't hit my face! I know I was wrong! I won't dare again; just let me go!"
"Well, you're quite obedient now. I promise not to hit your face..." The young man said with a wicked grin as he raised his fist and aimed for Brother Long's stomach. It was clear that Brother Long's face twisted in pain; his mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg as he screamed loudly.
The young man stopped hitting him and stood up, smirking at Brother Long. "Alright then, I said one punch means one punch. If you can stand up, leave immediately; if not, I'll help you leave!"
The emphasis on "help" made it clear even to a fool: if you can't walk away, I'll fix you up again!
"I can... I... oh no..." Brother Long's face was filled with terror as he tried to struggle to his feet, but the slightest movement caused him such pain that his eyes widened in shock.
"It seems you can't stand up, can you?" the young man sneered.
At that moment, the shop Boss hurried over and blocked the young man, saying, "Young man, let’s show some mercy. Don’t make things difficult for him. It’s true that my brother owes them money; just let him off this time."
The young man knew that if he killed him in broad daylight, the shop Boss would suffer after he left. With a thought in mind, a smirk appeared on his lips as he looked at Mo Ming and said, "Heh, I think you've seen enough of the show. Now it's time to clean up the mess!"
Mo Ming was taken aback for a moment but then walked over with a smile and asked Brother Long, "Which member of the Little Green Society are you affiliated with?"
"Yang Fan, Yang the Boss..."
"Oh." Mo Ming responded with an "oh," took out his phone, and called Yang Fan. He then leaned in close to Brother Long's ear and said, "You can explain everything to Yang the Boss yourself; I'm too lazy to do it."
Hearing that it was Yang the Boss's phone number, Brother Long's face turned pale. Just as he was still in doubt, Yang Fan's voice echoed in his ears, causing him to repeatedly apologize before quickly relaying the situation to Yang Fan, his complexion growing even more ashen.
Seeing that he had said enough, Mo Ming took out his phone and casually spoke a few words to Yang Fan before hanging up. He then turned to Brother Long and said, "I think you know what you need to do now?"
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