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In the pitch-black night.
In a large courtyard, several individuals dressed in black uniforms stood expressionless with their hands clasped behind their backs. This was the headquarters of Leopard Hall, and these individuals were the guards. Inside a hall of a building, two men in suits stood upright beside a sofa, while an elegant man in a suit sat on the sofa savoring red wine.
The television was playing recent news. The elegant man glanced at the screen with some annoyance, casually swirled his wine glass, drained it in one gulp, and then reached out to turn off the television.
"Liu Hu, have there been any updates recently?" The elegant man turned to speak to the man standing behind him. This refined man was none other than Yang Yuan, and one of the two men behind him was Liu Hu, while the other was a Black man, an assistant sent by Dark Order to help Yang Yuan.
It was evident that Yang Yuan had changed significantly; his hands were covered in scars and calluses, and one could vaguely see his explosive muscles. No one understood what Yang Yuan had gone through since his disappearance.
"They seem to have vanished without a trace; there has been no news. However, even if we did receive news, I fear we wouldn't be able to handle it. After all, even someone like Evil Eye is no match for him..."
Upon hearing this, Yang Yuan's brows furrowed tightly. He gripped his wine glass so forcefully that it shattered in his hand. Liu Hu felt the anger radiating from Yang Yuan and couldn't help but shudder, immediately closing his mouth.
"Hmph, I refuse to believe he has three heads and six arms. If Evil Eye can't deal with him, it's because Evil Eye is too arrogant. I don't believe it's really that difficult to kill someone. Pass down the orders: continue searching every hospital and clinic. I refuse to believe Mo Ming can just disappear!" Yang Yuan's eyes flashed with intense killing intent; it was clear he was extremely furious at Mo Ming for disrupting his plans.
Just then, an extremely arrogant laugh echoed in: "Hahaha... Yang Yuan, I didn't expect that after such a long time apart, you still think about me so much. Stop looking; I'm right here!"
"Mo Ming!" Upon hearing the voice, Yang Yuan's eyes immediately narrowed.
Yang Yuan and the others had no idea when Mo Ming had arrived. Liu Hu swallowed hard, while the Black man reacted quickly, drawing his gun and pointing it at the source of the voice, shouting, "Stop playing tricks! Come over here now, or I'll let you taste a bullet."
"Heh heh." Mo Ming slowly stepped forward, a faint smile on his lips as he looked at the Black man.
"What are you laughing at? Do you believe I won't shoot you?" The Black man was infuriated to see Mo Ming smiling in front of the dark barrel of a gun.
"A bullet to kill me?" Mo Ming still wore that slight smile on his face.
"Hmph, do you think I wouldn't dare?..." Just as the Black man was about to pull the trigger, Mo Ming moved swiftly in front of him, covering the two-meter distance in an instant. The burly Black man hadn't reacted yet when he felt a sharp pain in his hand holding the gun.
"Ah!"
"Heh heh. Actually, I don't like it when someone points a gun at me, especially a dark-skinned man like you; it makes me feel extremely nauseous!" Mo Ming smirked, twisting the Black man's hand with force. With a sickening crack, the man's face turned pale as his fingers were broken.
The handgun fell into Mo Ming's hands. He spun the gun around and aimed the dark muzzle at the Black man, grinning menacingly: "If I pull the trigger, what do you think will happen in the next second?"
"Don't... don't shoot!" Sweat beaded on the Black man's forehead, and his throat bobbed nervously. Mo Ming's speed had been so strange that he still couldn't comprehend how it had happened. However, another person came to mind—someone who possessed similar speed.
"If you hadn't thought about shooting me just now, perhaps I could have spared you. But I'm sorry; your eyes were filled with murderous intent. You wanted to end my life with that gun, so I plan to end yours as well." Without paying any attention to the fear in the Black man's eyes, Mo Ming pulled the trigger.
With a loud bang, blood splattered.
"Heh heh, what happens next is that your blood will fly out, and you will sleep forever." Mo Ming slowly moved the gun's muzzle toward Liu Hu, who had secretly tucked a gun inside his coat, and smiled: "Good grandson, it's been a while. You don't need to panic upon seeing your grandfather, right? Are you planning to present a gift to me?"
Seeing the dark muzzle aimed at him, Liu Hu dared not draw his hidden handgun and remained frozen in place.
"Mo Ming, how did you get in here?" Yang Yuan stared intently at Mo Ming, his expression showing slight surprise. He had wanted to find Mo Ming and deal with him personally, but today's events were beyond his expectations; Mo Ming had arrived silently.
It was known that there were no fewer than thirty people in Leopard Hall's headquarters, yet Mo Ming had managed to eliminate them all without making a sound. Such terrifying skills caught Yang Yuan off guard.
"Heh heh, of course I walked in; do you think I flew in? Yang Yuan, you're overestimating me. Didn't you want to find me? Now that I'm here, why do you look so surprised? Oh right; I'm holding a gun—a gun that can take your life." Mo Ming looked at Yang Yuan playfully and smiled lightly.
"Stop joking; am I afraid of you? I wish you were dead!" Yang Yuan's brows furrowed with anger as he coldly laughed: "If it weren't for your meddling, I wouldn't have ended up like this. Since you've come today, let's settle this once and for all!"
"This should be a statement I make, right? You think I would just let go of what you did to Murong Lian? Yang Yuan, you should have run far away after escaping from prison, but you're really foolish to dare come looking for me. It seems you have no intention of living anymore."
Mo Ming fired two shots at Liu Hu's legs, and immediately blood gushed out from the holes in Liu Hu's feet. He let out a scream and collapsed to the ground, glaring at Mo Ming with malice.
"Looking at me with those eyes won't help," Mo Ming said as he moved swiftly and kicked Liu Hu hard in the face.
Liu Hu fell to the ground instantly.
"How does it feel? Me stepping on you like this, uncomfortable, isn't it? It should be. How could I let someone who opposes me live comfortably? Right? Yang Yuan, which part of your body do you want me to shoot next?" Mo Ming stepped on Liu Hu's face, preventing him from getting up, then aimed the gun at Yang Yuan's head.
A wicked smile crept across Yang Yuan's lips. Before he could speak, Mo Ming also smiled, tossing aside his handgun and raising his hands in mock surrender. "What a pity, why didn’t I prepare more bullets? Did you somehow predict that I would come today?"
In fact, there were only three bullets in the gun, which Mo Ming could tell from its weight.
"It’s time to settle our grievances," Yang Yuan said as he tore off his shirt, revealing a muscular chest covered in scars. He sneered, "These wounds are all thanks to you, Mo Ming. If you hadn’t ruined my plans, I wouldn’t have ended up in prison. How could I have joined the Dark Order?"
"Our grievances need to be resolved. Originally, we had no deep-seated enmity, but you harmed Murong Lian, a woman I care about deeply. For that, you must pay a heavy price!" Thinking of the fragile Murong Lian, a fire ignited within Mo Ming.
"Shut up! I never intended to hurt her!" Yang Yuan shouted angrily.
"But the fact is you already have hurt her. Yang Yuan, you're a scumbag, someone who only harms those they love. What’s the point of living in this world if you don’t die?" With a forceful kick, Mo Ming knocked out Liu Hu, then looked at Yang Yuan with a cold smile. "Do you really think you're my match?"
"Hmph, how would we know without trying?" Yang Yuan charged forward in a flash and swung his fist at Mo Ming's face. A fierce glint flashed in Mo Ming's eyes; he didn’t dodge but quickly grabbed Yang Yuan’s fist and delivered a powerful kick to his abdomen.
Yang Yuan fell to the ground after taking the hit.
"Do you understand now?" Mo Ming looked at Yang Yuan, who was lying on the ground, with a mocking smile.
"Bastard..." Yang Yuan struggled on the ground for a moment, then suddenly sprang up, a Cold Light flashing: "You die!"
Yang Yuan had somehow grasped a dagger in his hand and swiftly slashed it towards Mo Ming's neck. Just when Yang Yuan thought he had succeeded in his ambush, Mo Ming calmly seized Yang Yuan's wrist, which held the dagger, and twisted it forcefully. A crisp sound of bones breaking echoed, and Yang Yuan cried out in pain.
In Mo Ming's eyes, Yang Yuan's speed was truly too slow, like a slow-motion replay.
"Did you see that? All your hard work, all your efforts, were wasted in an instant when we met. You will never defeat me, and I will always be your nightmare, one you cannot escape from," Mo Ming said, gripping Yang Yuan's wrist with one hand while choking him with the other.
Yang Yuan was like an ant, completely unable to move.
"Your eyes are filled with fear, but I see a hint of pity. Heh heh, Yang Yuan, you hate me so much; you want to kill me, but you will never be able to," Mo Ming said with a sinister smile directed at Yang Yuan.
...
A few minutes later, Mo Ming walked out of the courtyard, pulled out a cigarette and lit it. After taking a deep breath, he tossed the cigarette butt into the yard. It flew like a shooting star, tracing a path through the air as he continued walking forward.
A towering fire immediately erupted behind him in the courtyard.
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