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Before she could finish her words, the Red-Haired Thug felt his cheeks burning.
Just a moment ago, while the Red-Haired Thug was speaking proudly, Mo Ming swiftly slapped him several times. The speed was incredibly fast and loud, and the Red-Haired Thug couldn't dodge in time.
"Is fifty thousand enough?" Mo Ming said with a calm expression. "If it's not enough, I can give you more. No worries, I may not have money, but I have plenty of this."
The Red-Haired Thug covered his face and pointed at Mo Ming, cursing, "You better watch out! Don't ever come back to this bar again. If I see you again, you're dead! Come on, brothers, let's go."
Knowing that Mo Ming was a tough character, the three thugs didn't dare to fight back. To save face, they had no choice but to leave with some harsh words.
After saying that, the three of them left in disgrace.
"I'll be back tomorrow night," Mo Ming shrugged nonchalantly and continued sipping his fine wine while enjoying the enticing sights on the dance floor.
"Mo Ming, you’re not really coming back tomorrow, are you? I've heard of Sito Hai's notorious reputation. He's a big shot in the underworld, not someone these small-time thugs can compare to. If they really bring Sito Hai here tomorrow night, you'll be in danger," Daisuke said with some concern.
"I don't care who comes; let them come," Mo Ming replied with a smile as he turned to Daisuke. "This drink is good; make me another one."
Seeing that Mo Ming wasn't worried at all, Daisuke decided not to make things awkward and quickly prepared another drink for him. "I see your skills are impressive. Have you trained in a Taekwondo dojo or something?"
"Think what you want," Mo Ming said with a laugh after taking a sip of his drink.
The girl who had been hiding at a distance saw that the thugs had left and ran over with a grateful expression. She said to Mo Ming, "Thank you for what you did just now. If it weren't for you, I would have been in trouble tonight."
"Tell me, why were those thugs chasing you?"
Mo Ming put down his drink, took out a cigarette, lit it up, took a puff, and turned to look at the girl.
"Speaking of this makes me angry. Those guys were friends I just met; they promised to take me out to have some fun," the girl said angrily. "Who knew they wanted to take advantage of me? Of course I got mad and kicked that red-haired guy where it hurts before running away."
"You're still underage, right?" Mo Ming looked the girl up and down and said, "You should really avoid places like bars in the future. They're chaotic and can easily lead to trouble. You should head home early."
"I don't want to go back to that cold, unwelcoming home. I can't stand it for even a moment," the girl said with a smile as she linked her arm with Mo Ming's. "What are you afraid of? You're here, aren't you?"
Her words sounded so natural, as if Mo Ming were her protector.
This amused Mo Ming, who replied, "Oh, I don't think I know you. Why are you not scared just because I'm here? Aren't you worried I might be a bad person?"
"Hello, I'm Fu Qingyun," the girl introduced herself and casually grabbed Mo Ming's drink, finishing it in one gulp. She quickly stuck out her tongue and fanned her mouth with her hand. "Wow, that's spicy! What kind of liquor is this?"
Mo Ming shook his head helplessly, feeling like he had met his match. He thought he was already quite shameless, but Fu Qingyun was even more so. It was truly entertaining.
"Alright, little Fu Qingyun, since your admirers have left and you've had my drink, it's time for you to go home."
"I'm not going back!" Fu Qingyun shook her head and pouted. "How about you take me to a hotel? You look pretty handsome; I'll let you off easy."
Mo Ming was speechless, feeling a wave of frustration. In this day and age, he could be a bit open-minded, but this sixteen-year-old girl was so forward—what was going on?
"Why aren't you saying anything? Is it because you think I'm not good-looking?" Fu Qingyun pouted as if feeling wronged. "Actually, I'm still a virgin. Even if I'm not pretty, you can just deal with it."
Mo Ming felt like he could spit blood; what on earth was this girl trying to do?
"Daisuke," Mo Ming pulled out some cash from his pocket and placed it on the counter. "Look at my situation; I can't leave without paying. Here's the money for the drinks. If it's not enough, I'll come back tomorrow."
Daisuke's eyes widened in shock; he thought this was leading to a hotel room situation.
"Great! Let's go to a hotel!" Fu Qingyun exclaimed excitedly upon seeing Daisuke's reaction and started clapping her hands.
Mo Ming truly felt like he could spit blood now. He pointed ahead in astonishment and exclaimed, "Wow! What's that?"
"What?"
Fu Qingyun believed it to be true and looked over, but as soon as her gaze shifted, there was a whoosh beside her, like a gust of wind, and Mo Ming had already slipped away. In the blink of an eye, he turned a corner and vanished without a trace.
"You bastard, how dare you trick me!"
Fu Qingyun knew she couldn't catch up and stomped her feet in frustration. Meanwhile, Daisuke was dumbfounded; Mo Ming actually escaped?
It should be noted that Mo Ming had navigated through the flower beds for many years, and tonight he was truly speechless. A girl could make him so flustered; surely this incident would be something Mo Ming would keep to himself—it was too embarrassing!
...
The awkward incident had become a thing of the past; today was a new day.
Mo Ming was enjoying a pleasant dream when suddenly, out of nowhere, a phone call interrupted him. Instantly, he woke up grumpy, picked up his phone without even looking at who was calling.
"Damn it, who is it? It's early in the morning! Can't anyone let me sleep? I was just about to get cozy with a beautiful girl!" Mo Ming closed his eyes and answered the call, ready to vent his frustration.
"Oh, is that so? How about you compensate me instead?"
A soft voice came from the other end. Although it was gentle as water, when Mo Ming heard that voice, he suddenly opened his eyes wide and hurriedly sat up, awkwardly laughing: "Hehe, I was just joking. You don't need to compensate me; it's just a dream anyway."
"Dead Mo Ming, are you seriously waking me up this early? Are you tired of living? Hurry up and get downstairs; I have an appointment today and I'm almost late."
"I just need five minutes."
Mo Ming hung up the phone, quickly got dressed, and rushed downstairs where Murong Lian was already waiting.
Today, Murong Lian was dressed very elegantly, with her hair tied back simply. She wore a light orchid-colored jumpsuit that made her look like a fairy who had accidentally fallen into the mortal realm. This was the first time Mo Ming saw this different style of Murong Lian; she truly looked charmingly simple.
"Five minutes was the agreement, and look at the time now—it's already been ten! Can't you keep your word?" Murong Lian extended her wrist to show her watch and complained, "I'm going to be late."
"Come on, I said five minutes as a rough estimate. Who said it was an exact time?" Mo Ming defended himself, but fearing that Murong Lian would continue her complaints, he added, "If you're going to criticize me, we’ll be even later."
"Then stop dragging it out and let's go. I won't be driving today; I'll ride with you," Murong Lian decided to let Mo Ming off the hook this time, but she thought to herself that if this happened again, he would be in trouble.
Once they got into the car, Mo Ming asked, "Going to the office?"
Murong Lian shook her head and replied, "Someone else made plans. We're heading to Leisurely Cafe; they should have arrived by now."
"Alright then, hold on tight. I'm going to speed up," Mo Ming said with a grin. In an instant, the car shot out of the garage like a bullet. As they turned a corner, he executed a perfect drift that roared like thunder as they left Hillside Mansion.
"Can you slow down? Driving like this is dangerous! You might not care about your life, but I do!"
The car sped along at full throttle. Murong Lian barely had time to take in her surroundings before they were left far behind. Her heart raced as if she were on a roller coaster, fearing that Mo Ming might suddenly slam on the brakes and send her flying out of her seat. She quickly secured her seatbelt.
"Don't worry; with me driving, you're completely safe," Mo Ming said without reducing his speed, pressing down hard on the accelerator. The road was mostly clear of traffic, allowing him to drive so recklessly.
"Ah! We're going to crash!" Murong Lian exclaimed as she saw the front of their car nearly kissing the rear of another vehicle. Panic gripped her heart, but fortunately, just before impact, Mo Ming swerved away from danger.
Still shaken by the near miss, Murong Lian glared at Mo Ming and scolded him, "You idiot! Can't you drive any slower?"
"But you're the one in a hurry! I'm doing this for you—how can you blame me?" Mo Ming replied with excitement in his eyes, seemingly unconcerned about the consequences. In fact, he seemed to relish the thrill of flirting with danger.
Murong Lian suddenly felt regret; Mo Ming was a reckless maniac. Despite her repeated pleas to slow down, he only drove faster. If she had known this would happen, she would have driven herself.
As they approached a red light ahead, Mo Ming quickly slammed on the brakes.
"Whoa!"
Unexpectedly, Murong Lian was caught off guard. In the moment of braking, her body lurched forward, and just as she was about to collide with something, she resignedly closed her eyes.
At that moment, Mo Ming's hand quickly reached out and blocked Murong Lian's body, absorbing the inertia.
However, Mo Ming felt his arm hit something soft and soon realized what it was. Startled, he immediately withdrew his hand, his eyes fixed ahead, not daring to speak for fear that Murong Lian would blame him.
At this time, Murong Lian bit her beautiful lips lightly, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment like a beautiful cloud. If Mo Ming had seen her, he would have noticed that this added a more alluring quality to Murong Lian.
Murong Lian did not voice any complaints; her hands awkwardly gripped the seatbelt, her eyes wide open as if she were still surprised by what had just happened.
The car was completely silent.
When the green light turned on, Mo Ming quickly restarted the vehicle. However, he dared not drive as fast as before; the speed was just right—not too fast or too slow. The car moved quietly with two people inside, each lost in their own thoughts.
It seemed no one was willing to break the awkward silence.
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