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Liufeng informed Mo Ming about the situation regarding Lord being mobilized from his lair, advising him to be cautious in Nanhua City. Mo Ming, not being an arrogant person, naturally did not dare to be careless; however, he still lived a leisurely life, as if he were detached from everything, feeling that all conflicts had nothing to do with him.
After spending a few days in the hospital, Ji Yue's gunshot wound had mostly healed. She insisted on being discharged to return to work at the Police Force, and Mo Ming had no reason to force her to stay. Their relationship had become quite intricate.
She would not take the initiative to seek out Mo Ming, nor would he approach her. They acted like two strangers. Occasionally, Mo Ming would recall how Ji Yue looked when she tied her hair up, while Ji Yue found herself distracted at work, her mind often lingering on Mo Ming's image.
Mo Ming was unsure how to handle his relationship with Ji Yue, so he decided to do nothing at all. He spent his days in his room listening to music and drinking lightly, occasionally practicing movements from ancient texts beside the Spirit Stone.
Days passed, and he realized he had made considerable progress; his muscle explosiveness had improved significantly, and his speed had increased again. Now, if he faced Luo Qianshan again, it would at least not be as difficult as before.
Winning against Luo Qianshan required a lot of luck and Mo Ming's determination to succeed. At that time, he couldn't afford to think too much; he took a leap of faith for a chance at survival. If he hesitated, he would likely be the one who ended up dead.
There is something called explosive potential; at that moment, Mo Ming experienced extraordinary development and unleashed the potential within him, which led to Luo Qianshan's demise. However, relying on explosive potential is highly uncertain; Mo Ming did not expect to unleash his body's potential every time.
That morning, Mo Ming woke up from sleep, washed up, and had breakfast delivered to his room. After eating, he planned to start his practice for the day when an unexpected phone call interrupted him.
The caller ID displayed Ji Yue's name.
Mo Ming hesitated for a moment, unsure of what emotion to convey in his conversation with Ji Yue. In the end, he answered the call: "Ji Yue? What do you need?"
"Hey hey, Shura, sorry to disappoint you; it's me, Lord." The voice on the other end carried Lord's sinister laughter.
"You bastard! What have you done to her?" Mo Ming's brow furrowed as anger erupted within him. He shouted angrily, "Are you even a man? Using a woman to threaten me?"
"Haha, you don't need to provoke me with such words. For me, as long as I achieve my goals, I will use any means necessary. Tsk tsk, this woman is quite beautiful; among all the women I've seen, she has one of the most refined appearances. No wonder you are interested in her," Lord replied nonchalantly, his lewd laughter unabashedly echoing through the line.
"You are really too funny. I'm just friends with her, it's not as complicated as you think. Even if you capture her, you won't be able to threaten me," Mo Ming said coldly, trying to suppress the anger within.
The more he showed concern for Ji Yue, the more dangerous she became. Mo Ming didn't want anything to happen to Ji Yue, but he felt powerless. After all, Lord was not an easy opponent; rescuing Ji Yue from him would be harder than climbing to the sky.
"Mo Ming, don't worry about me!" Ji Yue's scream came through.
Her voice carried an innocent fear. Ji Yue was scared, but she didn't want Mo Ming to put himself in danger. However, her actions only made Mo Ming more anxious.
"Ji Yue, are you okay?" Mo Ming asked urgently.
The response came from Lord's mocking laughter: "She's fine for now, but soon enough, who knows what will happen? Shura, we both understand each other. You know what I want, right?"
"If you dare to hurt her, I will make sure you suffer a fate worse than death. Trust me, Lord, don't underestimate the means of a madman!" Mo Ming could no longer contain his anger and shouted loudly.
"Tsk tsk, your threats mean nothing to me. I've seen plenty of madmen; I'm not lacking one more. Enough with the nonsense; I want the Spirit Stone in your possession!" Lord paused before continuing, "It's seven o'clock in the morning now. By noon, I want to see you and the Spirit Stone; otherwise, I can't guarantee my men won't do something to her."
"Where?" Mo Ming gritted his teeth and asked.
"In an abandoned factory in the eastern suburbs. I hope you come alone. Of course, if you think you can save her faster than I can kill her, that's another story," Lord laughed maniacally before hanging up.
Anger burned in Mo Ming's eyes as he clenched his fists tightly, making cracking sounds. He glanced at the time: seven twelve. That meant there were just over four hours left before Ji Yue was in danger.
"That bastard Lord is truly despicable; I underestimated his ruthlessness. To think he would stoop to such vile acts—damn it..." Mo Ming took a deep breath, trying to keep his mind calm. He needed a good plan to rescue Ji Yue.
Mo Ming was no fool; he would never go alone with the Spirit Stone to rescue Ji Yue because he knew that someone as deranged as Lord wouldn't adhere to any code of honor. If he went, it would be a dead end.
Lord wouldn't be foolish enough to let go of a big catch like Mo Ming. As long as he dealt with Mo Ming, the Dark Order would lose a powerful opponent.
Mo Ming found Lord to be a difficult opponent. If he brought someone along and they were discovered, Ji Yue would be in grave danger. Mo Ming did not want to gamble with Ji Yue's life; he couldn't afford to lose. If he failed, it would mean Ji Yue's death.
His mind raced as he considered various plans, but all were quickly dismissed. At that moment, Liufeng and the other capable allies were not around, and relying solely on his own strength against Lord seemed too risky.
After much contemplation, Mo Ming let out a heavy sigh. He had no other choice but to take a risk. Even if he failed, he would die alongside Ji Yue, which meant he wouldn’t feel guilty towards her.
With that thought, he immediately called Wu Yong: "Brother Yong, I’ve run into a tricky situation and need your help. That scoundrel Lord has captured Ji Yue to threaten me. I must rescue her, but if I go alone, neither of us will make it out alive."
"Damn it, is Lord really that despicable? Using a woman to threaten you?" Wu Yong cursed angrily before his tone turned serious. "What do you need from me?"
"I’m going to take a gamble. I’ll bring a fake Spirit Stone, and you’ll quietly follow with some people. This way, not only do I have leverage for negotiation, but if Lord tries to kill me, I’ll make sure he pays the price too!" Mo Ming’s voice was cold, his expression terrifying as murderous intent radiated from him.
"Isn’t that a bit too dangerous? You’re our core; if something happens to you, it means we’re finished. Are you sure you want to do this?" Wu Yong asked with concern.
"Ji Yue is in danger because of me. Since I pulled her into this mess, I have a responsibility for her life. I have no other options left; if I don’t get there by twelve o'clock, she will be in danger." Mo Ming stated firmly.
"Alright then, since you really want to take this gamble, I’ll go along with you." Knowing he couldn’t change Mo Ming’s mind, Wu Yong sighed heavily and said, "I’ll bring skilled people to help you. Where is the location?"
"In an abandoned factory in the eastern suburbs. I’m sure Lord has brought plenty of capable hands with him. You all must be careful not to raise any suspicions; otherwise, both Ji Yue and I will be in great danger!" Mo Ming warned.
"I understand; we’ll be cautious. But you must ensure your safety once you're inside—nothing can happen to you! We can’t afford to lose you!"
"As long as Lord doesn’t get the real Spirit Stone, I believe he won’t kill me. From past experiences, it’s clear that the Spirit Stone is very important to them; they will do anything to obtain it. This is our only bargaining chip!" Mo Ming explained.
"Alright then, I’ll head over to the eastern suburbs now and secure the area as much as possible. If anything unusual happens, we’ll make sure that Lord and his men don’t return!"
"I'll hang up now and prepare to leave immediately!" After ending the call, Mo Ming took pictures of the fake Spirit Stone, retrieved a dagger and a handgun from the cabinet, tucked them into his waistband, and then left the Phoenix Grand Hotel.
After leaving the hotel, Mo Ming first went to a jade shop. He showed the staff a photo and asked if they could quickly create a replica of the Spirit Stone.
The staff took a glance and told Mo Ming that it could be faked, but it might take some time. Mo Ming knew they were looking for a little profit, so he directly offered them one hundred thousand yuan, insisting that it be completed within two hours.
Upon hearing that Mo Ming was willing to pay one hundred thousand yuan, the staff's eyes lit up, and they immediately agreed. Indeed, money could make things happen; in just about an hour and a half, a realistic Spirit Stone was crafted.
Mo Ming paid the staff one hundred thousand yuan and took the replica Spirit Stone to the eastern suburbs. On the way, Wu Yong called Mo Ming to say they had made their way nearby and were approaching cautiously to avoid alarming anyone.
Mo Ming advised them to proceed carefully and speed up as they headed toward the eastern suburbs.
Upon arriving at the abandoned factory in the eastern suburbs, Mo Ming looked around; there was no one in sight, and the area was eerily quiet, resembling a terrifying hell. This place might become his burial ground.
The factory's main gate was tightly shut, but Mo Ming didn't care; he pressed down on the accelerator and crashed through it, breaking open the gate. The car turned inside and came to an immediate stop.
Mo Ming got out of the car and surveyed his surroundings, seeing no one.
"Lord, you bastard! You wanted me to come here, so here I am! Where are you hiding?" Mo Ming shouted casually in a random direction.
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