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Dragon Slayer was furious, but after some thought, Yang Fan was indeed right. If Mo Ming took over this place today, then Yang Fan would be dead. At that point, Little Green Society would no longer be under Yang Fan's control, and the Azure Dragon Gang would lose a puppet force in Nanhua City. How could Luo Long possibly take the risk of coming back?
"Hmph." Dragon Slayer snorted coldly and pushed Yang Fan away.
Yang Fan fell back onto the sofa, still wearing a faint smirk as he said, "Master of the Dragon Slayer Hall, it seems your position in the Azure Dragon Gang isn't that great. Otherwise, why would Luo Long leave you here all alone and depart?"
In fact, Yang Fan was not wrong at all. Luo Long was a person who knew how to assess situations. As soon as Dragon Slayer's men were wiped out by Mo Ming, he realized that Mo Ming was ruthless. Therefore, he decided to temporarily leave Nanhua City to observe the changes in the situation.
When Dragon Slayer had just arrived in Nanhua City, he had no understanding of how things worked here. After a few words from Luo Long, he agreed to stay in Nanhua City to handle everything. With a little push from Yang Fan, he quickly understood.
Dragon Slayer squinted his eyes and gazed into the distance, his eyes seeming to ignite with fierce flames. As his eyes narrowed further, he thought fiercely, "Oh, Luo Long, what a cunning scheme you have! After all these years of friendship, you actually used me to test Mo Ming's strength. If I survive today and return, you won't have peace!"
Seeing that Dragon Slayer was silent, Yang Fan raised an evil grin at the corner of his mouth. He picked up a bottle of Lafite wine from the table and poured it into another goblet. Then he lifted it up, swirled the red wine inside, and slowly brought it to his lips.
After a moment of silence, Dragon Slayer turned and walked down the spiral staircase.
"Master of the Dragon Slayer Hall, where are you going?" Yang Fan asked.
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Dragon Slayer did not answer him. Yang Fan didn't care anymore; he took another sip of red wine and pulled out a delicate jade pendant from around his neck. With a smile on his face, he said, "Yuer, I should have listened to you and not meddled in worldly affairs. You were right; I am not suited for this path... It's fine; I can come find you now. I hope you're still waiting for me!"
Yang Fan lightly kissed the jade pendant and took out a bottle of sleeping pills from a drawer. He opened the cap and poured the entire bottle into his mouth, swallowing it down with the red wine. Lying back on the sofa, he held the jade pendant tightly in his hands with a faint smile on his lips.
If one were to say that Yang Fan was a coward, it was merely because he cherished his life more than others. However, at this point, he understood clearly that one wrong step could lead to total loss. After being low-key in Nanhua City for so many years, ultimately, he could not escape the temptation of profit and chose to walk down a path leading to death.
Nevertheless, at this moment, Yang Fan had let go of everything; he felt no fear of death anymore. He wanted to walk through the last stretch of his life with calmness.
The scene shifted back outside the villa on the mountaintop. Dragon Slayer emerged from the villa holding an old 95 automatic rifle in his hand. This gun had been his companion during his time in the Special Forces; no matter where he went, Dragon Slayer always carried it in a black leather case.
Despite the strict prohibition of firearms in Nanhua City, Dragon Slayer managed to bring one in with considerable effort. It can be said that this firearm represents Dragon Slayer's faith. Today, Dragon Slayer has made up his mind; even if he dies here, he will hold onto this Type 95 automatic rifle and fight his last battle.
The sporadic gunfire signaled the impending end of this fierce battle involving thousands. Mo Ming and his group formed a fan-shaped offensive, having already eliminated nearly eight hundred enemies. Now, they were close to the mountain peak, with only about two hundred opponents still fiercely resisting.
However, this stubborn resistance was meaningless. A group of demoralized Little Green Society members armed only with handguns faced off against Mo Ming's crew, all equipped with new weapons produced two years ago. The disparity was evident, and the Little Green Society's forces were on the brink of collapse.
"Dragon Slayer... Hall Master Dragon Slayer, the enemy is already advancing on us. My brothers can barely hold on any longer. You need to think of something quickly; if you don't, we'll all die here!" One of Yang Fan's subordinates from the Little Green Society exclaimed in panic upon seeing Dragon Slayer emerge from the villa.
Dragon Slayer coldly glanced at the pirate and replied, "Those who come out to mix in this world have already stepped one foot into the gates of hell. Are you still afraid of death? Pass down the order for a final bloodbath; even if we die, taking down one or two with us will be worth it!"
"You may not fear death, but I do!" The pirate dared not speak openly against Dragon Slayer and could only force a smile. "Hall Master Dragon Slayer, while you may not fear death, asking my brothers to engage in a final bloodbath is clearly impossible; we've run out of ammunition!"
"Hmph, useless trash! Get lost!" Dragon Slayer scoffed dismissively and ignored the pirate as he charged toward the source of the gunfire.
The pirate gave Dragon Slayer's back a middle finger and muttered, "You brainless fool! If you want to throw your life away, that's your business; I'm not going with you!"
Meanwhile, Mo Ming gathered with Wu Yong, Poisonous Madness, Demon Guanyin, Shadow Demon, and others from their squad. Their original team of over three hundred had suffered nearly half casualties during the firefight. The "Yihun" organization and the "Undead Celestial Executioner" organization each held part of the battlefield.
From an overall perspective, Mo Ming's side was very close to victory in this battle. Although their death toll had reached nearly half their numbers, compared to over eight hundred enemy casualties, Mo Ming's side held a significant advantage.
"Boss, I think the enemy is running low on ammunition. Now Yang Fan and Luo Long are like fish in a barrel with nowhere to escape!" Poisonous Madness excitedly approached, covered in enemy blood but without any injuries.
Mo Ming nodded and said, "Thank you all for your hard work!"
"Hehe, that was exhilarating! I haven't killed so many people in a long time, especially with such advanced weaponry. Shura, if there's ever another operation like this, you must call me!" Compared to Poisonous Madness, Blood Demon seemed even more thrilled. He had a gunshot wound on his right shoulder that was now wrapped in torn cloth.
In reality, Blood Demon didn't need to take such a hit; he had simply gotten too carried away during the fight. At one point, he stood up against enemy fire to return fire himself. It must be said that Blood Demon was lucky; despite facing heavy firepower from the enemy, he only sustained an arm injury instead of being killed instantly.
Mo Ming looked at everyone and felt relieved when he saw that they were mostly unharmed. He smiled slightly and said, "The victory of this battle is about to belong to us. Everyone has done well; it's worth it to take down so many of them with just three hundred people!"
Cheers erupted among the crowd.
"Tsk tsk, Boss, we should hurry up and wrap things up here so we can go back and drink to our heart's content!" Poisonous Madness laughed heartily.
Mo Ming nodded and said, "Toxic Jar is right. Let's finish things up here quickly so we can enjoy a good drink!"
Without further ado, Mo Ming led the remaining Brothers to prepare for the final battle. The outcome of this battle was already determined; even if the remnants of the Little Green Society made a last-ditch effort, it would only be the dying cries of a cornered beast.
Iron Man was engaged in a fierce firefight with the remaining members of the Little Green Society when he saw Mo Ming and Poisonous Madness arrive. He immediately stopped firing and said to Mo Ming, "Boss, the enemy has suddenly gained some extra firepower, but it’s nothing to worry about. We’ll be able to deal with it soon."
"Oh? They still have extra firepower?"
Mo Ming was merely curious. As he looked forward, he happened to see Dragon Slayer emerging to fire back. The corners of Mo Ming's mouth lifted slightly as he said, "Interesting. This battle is coming to an end, and even the Hall Master of Dragon Slayer Hall has come out to fight. They really have no one left."
"Is it him?" Shadow Demon’s gaze turned cold, and a slight smirk appeared on his lips. He then habitually licked his pale lips and said to Mo Ming, "Can you leave that guy to me? I want to fight him again; please."
Mo Ming looked at Shadow Demon, who was resolute, and quickly calmed down. He nodded and said, "Sure. Although I don't understand what happened between you two, I accept your request. After all, even if he is a lion, he has now become a cornered beast. If you want to fight him, I'll give you that opportunity!"
Shadow Demon nodded gratefully and said, "Thank you! From now on, my life completely belongs to you!"
"Heh heh, it's better for you to keep your life; I don't need it. I only need your loyalty," Mo Ming replied with a faint smile as he shook his head.
Shadow Demon paused for a moment before nodding vigorously and laughing heartily, "Haha... You can rest assured about that. I'm not a good person; I don't have many trivial emotions. But when it comes to being a traitor, that's something I won't do!"
"I trust your promise more than anyone else's."
Mo Ming smiled and nodded, loudly declaring, "All brothers, spare the life of that man in military uniform! Listen up, if you want to die, keep resisting. If you don't want to die, put down your weapons, and I guarantee I won't kill you!"
Mo Ming's words immediately caused a stir among the opposing side. Soon enough, some people dropped their guns and raised their hands in surrender. Compared to their lives, everything else seemed less important. With the tide of battle turned against them, stubborn resistance would only lead to death.
"Damn it, a bunch of useless trash!" Dragon Slayer cursed angrily and suddenly opened fire on several surrendering individuals with his machine gun. The sound of the 95 automatic rifle clicked empty; he had run out of bullets.
Dragon Slayer patted his waist, realizing he had no spare magazines left. A bitter smile crept onto his face as he said, "Brother, you're out of work too. My life is about to end as well. But at least it's good that you're here with me in my final moments."
Seeing that the enemy had completely disarmed and surrendered while Dragon Slayer was out of ammunition, Mo Ming took the lead and walked forward. The others kept their guns trained on the surrendering individuals to prevent any tricks. Mo Ming approached Dragon Slayer, stopping ten meters away, and smiled at him, "Dragon Slayer Hall Master, didn't expect us to meet again so soon, did you?"
"Hmph, victors and vanquished; do as you please!" Dragon Slayer scoffed, showing no fear in his eyes. To him, death was merely a matter of time; what was so terrifying about facing it a little earlier?
Moreover, Dragon Slayer had once been a soldier; soldiers do not fear death.
"Don't be in a hurry; someone wants to have another match with you—Shadow Demon," Mo Ming turned to Shadow Demon with a smile and said, "I'll leave everything that follows to you."
Shadow Demon grinned ominously as he slowly walked up to Dragon Slayer and said, "I never expected that years later we would meet again. This is wonderful! I've been looking forward to this for so long; today I can have another match with you!"
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