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Mo Ming saw a hint of sorrow in Wu Yong's eyes, which indicated that his words were true: Lord Qian was his mentor.
At that moment, Mo Ming truly trusted Wu Yong.
Lord Qian was a disciple of the Wudang Sect, skilled in internal martial arts. The fact that Wu Yong had received his direct teachings suggested that he possessed extraordinary abilities. This was evident from how he had been tracking Mo Ming for so long without him noticing.
"Wu Yong, why have I never seen you before?" Mo Ming asked calmly.
When he was injured, Mo Ming had stayed at Seventh Master's home for some time and had met many people around Seventh Master.
Moreover, He Yunsong had mentioned that Lord Qian taught him martial arts but refused to take Jordan as a disciple, indicating that Lord Qian was not fond of accepting disciples. Since he had taken Wu Yong as a disciple, their relationship must be significant.
However, Mo Ming had never heard Seventh Master or anyone else mention Wu Yong, which made him curious about him.
Wu Yong smiled slightly and said, "I’ve been wandering around Europe lately. If I hadn’t known that Seventh Master was in trouble, I wouldn’t have returned. It’s normal that you haven’t seen me."
"That makes sense. By the way, Wu Yong, do you know the truth about Seventh Master’s murder?"
Mo Ming suddenly recalled the Azure Dragon Gang's invasion of Nanhua City and the series of events that had come to light. He wanted to know if Wu Yong had uncovered anything.
"Originally, I wasn’t sure."
Wu Yong shook his head and said, "But after following you to the Little Green Society's headquarters, I found out. I actually intended to investigate there myself, but you got there first and cleared up my doubts."
"So at that time, you were watching me all along?"
Mo Ming felt even more convinced of Wu Yong's capabilities; he had been hiding somewhere and observing while Mo Ming remained completely unaware.
"Yes," Wu Yong confirmed.
Wu Yong nodded, somewhat approvingly, and said, "I originally thought you were going to die back there and was planning to step in to help you. Later, I realized that Luo Long couldn't do anything to you. Shura, you're really strong. Seventh Master has never been wrong about his judgment; you are someone destined for great things."
"Just call me Mo Ming," Mo Ming replied as he pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep puff while gazing out the window.
The trees along the roadside rushed past, and the concrete buildings disappeared from sight. At this moment, the car had already driven out of the city.
"Tsk tsk, Mo Ming? Mysterious? Haha, Qi Miao? Wonderful? Quite baffling!"
Wu Yong laughed heartily and said, "Brother, don't blame me for laughing. Your name is actually quite funny. And that kid you saved at the bar? Simply unmatched!"
"It was given by my parents; there's nothing I can do about it."
Mo Ming mimicked Wu Yong's tone and turned back to him with a slight smile.
"Hey, don't copy my way of speaking! And if you have a cigarette but won't share it with me, just get out of the car; I'm not giving you a ride anymore!"
Wu Yong glanced at Mo Ming smoking and immediately shouted.
"How much is a cigarette worth? Am I really going to be stingy about it? It's mainly because you're driving," Mo Ming replied with a wry smile. "Wait a minute; I'll give you a whole pack."
"Not happening!" Wu Yong shot him a fierce look and extended his hand. "Right now, immediately, give me a cigarette!"
Mo Ming truly wanted to take back what he had just said. Wu Yong's personality was really strange and not pleasant at all. Reluctantly, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Just as he took one out, Wu Yong snatched it away immediately.
"This damn Island Nation cigarette is barely smokeable, not as good as the six-dollar local ones I used to have."
Wu Yong gave a bad review directly, letting go of the steering wheel with both hands. He pulled a cigarette from the pack and put it in his mouth, then took out a lighter from his pocket to light it.
Since Wu Yong wasn't holding the steering wheel, the car immediately started swaying.
"Damn it, there's a turn ahead!"
Mo Ming glanced at the bend in the road and shouted in frustration.
"What's the rush!"
Wu Yong lazily took a puff of his cigarette, finally gripping the steering wheel calmly and turning it to navigate through the curve.
Mo Ming smiled wryly; Wu Yong wasn't the cold, stoic type but had a similar unpredictable style.
"Hey, this cigarette isn't bad. Made by Little Devils, aside from those adult films, this stuff is pretty good too." Wu Yong took a few puffs and chuckled, his eyes taking on a somewhat lewd glint when mentioning those films.
"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't be smoking this brand," Mo Ming replied with a grin.
The car drove into a small village and finally stopped in front of a house surrounded by a concrete wall.
"We're here. Get out," Wu Yong extinguished his cigarette, pulled out the keys, opened the door, and stepped out.
Mo Ming followed him out and looked at the house, asking suspiciously, "Who did you say we were meeting?"
"You're only asking now!"
Wu Yong rolled his eyes dramatically and walked in first, saying, "You can go in and see for yourself; I guarantee it will make your heart soar."
Yun Song?
Upon hearing this, Mo Ming immediately pictured He Yunsong in his mind and quickened his pace to follow.
Inside the house, it was quite shabby, with extremely old furniture that looked to be about fifty years old.
"Brother Yong, who has come?"
"Haha... a distinguished guest, I assure you will be satisfied!" Wu Yong pretended to be mysterious and laughed heartily.
Hearing the voice, Mo Ming felt an indescribable excitement. When the person inside the house appeared before him, a smile spread across his face.
"He Yunsong!"
The person before him was indeed the missing He Yunsong. At that moment, he was shirtless, his body wrapped in bandages stained with blood. His face was somewhat pale as he leaned on a pair of crutches, looking equally excited.
"Boss, you're back!" He Yunsong exclaimed, nearly crying upon seeing Mo Ming.
Seeing He Yunsong's condition, Mo Ming's brows furrowed in anger as he said solemnly, "Yun Song, who did this to you?"
"Damn it, the attacker was a stranger, not someone from Nanhua City. However, he called himself Cyan Wolf. His strength was decent, but the Axis Blade was quite strange; I was caught off guard and ambushed by him."
He Yunsong expressed his frustration about that day's events. If it weren't for Cyan Wolf using the Axis Blade, he could have easily killed him.
"Cyan Wolf, whose real name is Cang Hao, is a capable subordinate of Luo Long from the Azure Dragon Gang. He is known for the Axis Blade and has a bizarre personality—ruthless and extremely treacherous."
Mo Ming spoke with anger, recalling the information he received from the Intelligence Angel. Upon hearing about Axis Blade, he immediately thought of Cyan Wolf.
This person had made significant contributions to the Azure Dragon Gang and was highly regarded by Luo Long. Many assassination missions were carried out by him, but no one truly understood how strong he was, as Cyan Wolf's Axis Blade had claimed the lives of many skilled fighters.
He Yunsong frowned and said, "That guy is from the Azure Dragon Gang? That old fox Zhuge Sheng actually colluded with someone from the Azure Dragon Gang to harm Seventh Master. How despicable! I will not let him get away with this."
His agitation caused his wound to reopen, making him grimace in pain, yet his eyes were filled with a murderous intent.
Without Lord Qian, there would be no He Yunsong today. Without Lord Qian, He Yunsong wouldn't have survived until now!
It could be said that Lord Qian was his rebirth parent; this kindness was something He Yunsong felt he could never repay, even if he were to be shattered into pieces.
"Yun Song, things are not as you think," Mo Ming said, his gaze also filled with killing intent. "Zhuge Sheng is just a scapegoat; he probably won't even realize that the most gentle and refined Yang Fan beside him is actually his reaper!"
"What?"
He Yunsong exclaimed in shock. "Boss, are you saying that the whole thing was orchestrated by Yang Fan in collusion with the Azure Dragon Gang?"
"Yes, the mastermind behind it all is Yang Fan."
Mo Ming nodded and said, "If it weren't for the night raid on Little Green Society's headquarters, I wouldn't have suspected Yang Fan."
"Ah!"
He Yunsong roared fiercely, his eyes turning red—a clear sign of extreme anger. "I can't believe that bastard Yang Fan is the one who killed Seventh Master. How despicable! Truly despicable."
"Yun Song, calm down! I understand how you feel, but what's done is done; there's no point in dwelling on it," Mo Ming said solemnly.
Hiss!
He Yunsong gasped, the pain in his body making his face turn even paler.
"Oh, so that bastard is Cyan Wolf, huh? His strength is just average."
At this moment, Wu Yong yawned and said, "But Axis Blade is quite terrifying. If I hadn't known about his abilities in advance, I might have fallen for it too."
"Yun Song, it's great that you're okay. Just focus on recovering; I'll handle the situation," Mo Ming said, looking at the injured He Yunsong, whose killing intent was unmistakably released.
"I will make the Azure Dragon Gang completely disappear. The grudge against Seventh Master and your hatred—I will settle them all."
He Yunsong pressed his lips together, feeling a pang in his nose. A glimmer of killing intent flashed in his eyes as he said, "Seventh Master has done too much for me. I will also seek revenge for this grudge."
"Good. You focus on healing. Once you're better, we'll go find that bastard Yang Fan and take revenge on the Azure Dragon Gang together!" Mo Ming nodded and helped He Yunsong sit down.
"Yong Ge, thank you for saving Yun Song. I owe you one!" Mo Ming turned to Wu Yong and said.
"Why say such things?"
Wu Yong replied somewhat irritably, "Yun Song is Seventh Master's disciple, which makes him my junior. Saving him is my responsibility; it has nothing to do with you. I don't need your gratitude."
"Uh, Yong Ge, please don't be angry. I didn't mean anything by it..."
Mo Ming chuckled awkwardly and said, "It's just that you saved Yun Song, my brother. I'm genuinely grateful to you. No matter your intentions, I appreciate what you've done."
"Alright, enough of this trivial talk."
Wu Yong waved his hand and said, "The situation is clear now. What do you plan to do next?"
"The Azure Dragon Gang is an old and established faction, and we know nothing about its depth. With the Little Green Society now acting as their henchmen, Nanhua City has likely become a den of danger."
Mo Ming pondered for a moment before saying, "Yun Song is injured and needs time to recuperate. We can take this opportunity to think carefully about how to deal with them."
"You are right; they have many people, so we cannot act recklessly." Wu Yong nodded in agreement, then sighed and said, "If only Seventh Master had the Qilin Seal with him, we would have an extra advantage."
"The Qilin Seal? Is this it?"
Mo Ming pulled out the qilin-shaped seal that Seventh Master had given him.
"Yes, that's the Qilin Seal."
Wu Yong's eyes showed a hint of surprise as he patted Mo Ming's shoulder and laughed, "Good lad! I didn't expect Seventh Master would entrust it to you!"
He Yunsong chuckled and said, "Not just that; he is Qianqian's beloved. By giving him the seal, it shows that Seventh Master regards him as a successor. Brother Yong, you aren't feeling envious, are you?"
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