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Clap, clap, clap... The loud applause echoed in the factory as Mo Ming turned to see Lord walking out while clapping his hands.
Alongside him were eleven men dressed in military uniforms—three Black, four White, and the rest Asian. Each of them held a new Russian-made rifle.
They all appeared to be formidable individuals, exuding an air of menace. Their eyes were filled with ferocity, their expressions devoid of emotion, utterly ruthless!
"Heh heh, should I say you're foolish? Or should I say you're foolish? Shura, you actually came here alone. Aren't you afraid of dying at all?" Lord stopped clapping and revealed a sinister smile.
"Since I'm here, there's nothing to fear. But even if I am here, do you really think you can kill me? With these defeated subordinates? Or these clowns?" Mo Ming showed no sign of fear; instead, he tilted his head and looked at Lord with an extremely provocative expression.
However, the eleven men showed no change in their expressions at Mo Ming's taunts; they remained cold-blooded and emotionless, like heartless puppets.
"You should feel honored. These eleven are the Death Warriors by Eternity's side. Each one is quite powerful. Even I cannot take them on alone," Lord said with a mocking curve to his lips. "Do you still think you can leave here alive? Shura? We underestimated you before, which is why you have survived until today. Today, you have no chance to live!"
"Enough! I don't care about your so-called Death Warriors. If they really had any ability, they wouldn't resort to the despicable tactic of kidnapping women. Lord, I truly feel sorry for you; you're as timid as a mouse and no longer dare to confront me directly. That's why you've chosen such a sordid method to threaten me!" Mo Ming shook his head in pity for Lord.
"Hmph, say whatever you want; after today, you'll never have the chance to speak again," Lord snorted coldly and then began to laugh ominously.
"Sorry, I don't want to waste too much time talking with a creature beneath animals like you. You brought me here; I'm already here. Where is Ji Yue? I want to see her!" Mo Ming scanned the surroundings but did not see Ji Yue.
"You have no right to negotiate any terms with me!" Lord shook his head. "I said I want to see you and the Spirit Stone. You're here, but where's the Spirit Stone?"
"I'm right here; are you really afraid I'll pull any tricks? Lord, could it be that you're genuinely scared of me?" Mo Ming mocked.
"Heh heh, I must admit your tongue is quite sharp," Lord said as he turned his head and gestured to a nearby White man. That man nodded in understanding and turned to walk toward the back.
Soon enough, that White man returned holding Ji Yue, whose hands were bound and mouth covered with a cloth. Upon seeing Mo Ming, Ji Yue's eyes flashed with a complex expression—both joy and concern were evident on her face.
She really wanted to know what her position was in Mo Ming's heart, but she didn't want Mo Ming to take risks for her.
When Ji Yue saw that Mo Ming had really come, she understood that she indeed held a place in Mo Ming's heart, which moved her deeply even in such a situation.
"Woo woo woo..." Ji Yue shook her head desperately, her eyes signaling Mo Ming not to pay attention to her and to leave quickly!
"Don't worry, as long as I'm alive, I won't let you be in any danger!" Mo Ming shouted at Ji Yue, trying to reassure her.
This was merely a comfort because even Mo Ming himself didn't know if he could leave here safely; he just didn't want Ji Yue to bear any psychological burden.
"I'm really touched! Even at this time, Shura, you are in such a dire situation, yet you can still say such comforting lies to a woman. I truly admire you!" Lord said with a mocking smile.
Then, Lord walked up to Ji Yue and pulled out a dagger from his boot, pressing it against Ji Yue's fair neck with a sinister grin. "Alright, you've seen the person; she's temporarily unharmed. But if you anger me, I don't know what will happen next. Where's the Spirit Stone? Hurry up and take it out; I don't want to waste time with you!"
"It's in the car," Mo Ming replied. "You better watch your knife; if she loses even a hair, I will make sure you don't get the Spirit Stone."
"Tsk tsk, what a huge joke. In your current situation, how can you threaten me?" As soon as Lord finished speaking, the short Asian man beside him immediately pulled the trigger, and a bullet struck Mo Ming's thigh.
This caused Mo Ming to nearly kneel on the ground; fortunately, he reacted quickly and gritted his teeth to hold on.
Blood gushed out from the gunshot wound.
Seeing this scene made Ji Yue's heart race; then she struggled violently, trying to break free and rush to Mo Ming's side.
"Tsk tsk, you should understand now, right? Your life is in my hands; whenever I want you dead, that's when you'll die!" Lord said to the short man who had just fired: "Tyrant, go get the Spirit Stone from the car and see if it's real!"
Tyrant did not respond and directly walked to the car to retrieve the Spirit Stone and handed it over to Lord.
"Ha ha, finally got it back! Shura, you bastard, it's really infuriating that you wasted so much of our time. This time, it's truly a buy one get one free deal. The Spirit Stone is back, and you're going to die. This is a double celebration!" Lord looked closely at the Spirit Stone in his hand and laughed with joy.
"It's just a piece of stone. Is it worth getting that excited about? Fool," Mo Ming replied coldly with a smile.
"What do you know? We've waited so many years just for this stone. Do you even understand?" Lord said with a fierce expression.
"I don't know anything. Why don't you tell me what it's for? After all, I'm about to die anyway," Mo Ming said.
He was eager for Lord to reveal the true information in his excitement.
However, Lord merely shook his head with a cold smile and said, "For safety's sake, I can only feel at ease once I see you dead."
"Ha ha, should I feel honored? I can actually make the esteemed Lord so fearful!" Mo Ming laughed heartily.
"Yes, you really have made me somewhat apprehensive. It was due to my previous carelessness that we suffered such heavy losses. I must act with caution!" Lord said honestly.
"Ha ha, you're quite right. You should indeed be careful around me. So now, you should think carefully. Knowing that you won't let me go, yet here I am. Do you think I'm the kind of person who would obediently come to my death?" Mo Ming chuckled.
"What do you mean?" Lord noticed something off about Mo Ming's expression and furrowed his brow as he glanced at the Spirit Stone in his hand. He then turned to the person beside him and said, "Bring over the Tester!"
The person hurriedly pulled out a small, precise instrument from their pocket and handed it to Lord.
This was prepared to prevent situations like this; it could test the authenticity of the Spirit Stone. Lord had been careless and hadn’t thought much of it—who knew Mo Ming would actually use such a trick!
Lord tested it with the Tester, and his face immediately turned extremely awkward, as if his ecstatic joy had plummeted into furious despair, smelling as foul as a pit of filth.
"Damn it! You actually played this trick on me! Aren't you afraid of dying?" Lord glared at Mo Ming furiously.
"Ha ha, you really are humorous. I've come this far; do you think I'm afraid of dying?" Mo Ming laughed wildly.
From Lord's earlier attitude towards the Spirit Stone, he could guarantee that as long as Lord did not obtain the Spirit Stone, both he and Ji Yue would be safe!
"Hmph, if you're not afraid of death, are you not worried about her?" Lord pressed a dagger harshly against Ji Yue's neck, a trickle of crimson blood flowing out.
It was evident that Ji Yue was in some pain, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, but she did not react further; she didn't want Mo Ming to worry too much about her.
"If you dare to harm her, I can guarantee you will never get the Spirit Stone! Unless you can turn Nanhua City upside down, but is that even possible? Ha ha..." Mo Ming had already put everything on the line; this was his only bargaining chip in negotiating with Lord.
"You think I wouldn't dare?" Lord tightened his grip on the knife slightly, but Mo Ming remained unfazed.
"I see you have no Spirit Stone; how can you carry out your ridiculous plan? Go ahead and use all your strength; by then, don't expect to get the Spirit Stone!" Mo Ming sneered coldly, his gaze fixed intently on Lord. He was taking a gamble, betting that Lord wouldn't dare to harm Ji Yue.
"Let me use some methods to pry open his mouth!" Tyrant said expressionlessly.
"Ha ha, feel free to use all your methods. If I tell you even half a word, I won't be called Shura!" Mo Ming showed no fear at all; he had seen plenty of severe torture and truly had little fear of it.
Lord understood Mo Ming well enough; it was clear that torture would not extract any information from him.
Lord glared at Mo Ming with a vicious gaze for over a minute before asking fiercely, "What exactly do you want?"
"Very simple. Let her and me go, and I can hand over the Spirit Stone to you," Mo Ming replied.
"Impossible!" Lord said without hesitation. "If I let you go, how will I get the Spirit Stone? You're too cunning; I can't trust you!"
"Heh heh, then there's nothing to negotiate," Mo Ming glanced around and a flicker of alarm crossed his eyes before he chuckled.
"I can take a step back. I'll let her go, and then you tell me where the Spirit Stone is!" Lord said, suppressing his anger.
"Alright, you let her go first. Once she reaches a safe place, I'll tell you the whereabouts of the Spirit Stone!" Mo Ming replied, breathing heavily.
"That's still not good enough. If she leaves, you might not tell us where the Spirit Stone is," Lord suddenly shook his head.
"Then there's nothing we can do!" A glint of coldness flashed in Mo Ming's eyes.
Without any sound, a white man immediately fell to the ground.
Lord was momentarily stunned by this sudden commotion, and just as he reacted, another black man was shot and fell.
"There's a sniper!" someone shouted, and immediately someone rushed to restrain Mo Ming.
Lord dragged Ji Yue to the side and said coldly, "Hmph, no matter who you are, if you don't want Shura and this woman to die, you'd better not act rashly!"
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