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"I'm sorry, Big Brother Hai, but I'm afraid Night Peak won't be able to give you face tonight," Night Peak said lightly. "Dream Night Club is run by Lord Qian, and he doesn't want any unpleasantness here. Therefore, it would be better for Big Brother Hai to hold back a bit."
Upon hearing Lord Qian's name, Sito Hai's expression changed slightly, then he sneered, "Hmph, since this is Lord Qian's territory, I won't make too much noise. I'll give Seventh Master some face and won't cause trouble here."
Night Peak glanced at Mo Ming, then smiled slightly and cupped his hands towards Sito Hai. "Thank you for your understanding, Big Brother Hai. Please leave first; the guests here are all VIPs of Dream Night Club, which means they are also guests of Lord Qian. Therefore, Lord Qian asked me to convey a message to you: leave quickly, or the consequences will be beyond what you can handle."
"Are you trying to scare me, Night Peak?" Sito Hai erupted in anger, kicking the door and turning to point at Night Peak with a furious expression. "What are you? In terms of status, I might outrank you in the Little Green Society. You dare use Lord Qian to pressure me? Just because you're a dog?"
Night Peak shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm just following orders. Since Big Brother Hai insists on being stubborn, there's nothing I can do. You'll have to explain yourself to Lord Qian."
"Get lost! I'm going to make some noise tonight; what can you do about it? Hmph, Golden Hand Night Peak, I know you can fight, but I have thousands of brothers under me. Can you take them all on by yourself?" A hint of disdain appeared on Sito Hai's lips. "I don't care who comes; tonight, this kid must die."
"Oh, Big Brother Hai has quite the authority! I must be getting old and losing my deterrent power; it seems that even opening a venue requires the younger generation to stir things up."
An elderly man with graying hair entered, leaning on a dragon-headed cane. His muscles were relaxed, his back slightly bent, and his wrinkled face bore the marks of time. Although no longer young, he exuded vitality and was far from the lethargy typical of old age.
From this elderly man, Mo Ming could sense a chilling aura of killing intent—an intangible presence forged through countless bloodshed—indicating that this elder had lived a life filled with danger and strife.
When Sito Hai heard the old man's words, a flicker of fear crossed his eyes. Upon seeing the elder, Sito Hai's expression turned shockingly pale; his hands trembled slightly without anyone noticing—just a momentary tremor.
After all, Sito Hai had climbed to his current position over a pile of corpses; he had long since seen through life and death and was no longer overly afraid.
However, facing this elder—who was Lord Qian—once a powerful figure in Nanhua City capable of turning the tides with a sneeze—Sito Hai felt a slight tremor in his heart from that overwhelming authority.
"Lord Qian, it's been a while; how have you been?" Sito Hai feigned calmness as he approached with a smile, wanting to support Lord Qian. However, Lord Qian shook off Sito Hai's hand with disdain and coldly replied, "No need for that. I can't afford such courtesy from Big Brother Hai. I didn't want to intervene tonight, but your influence is too great; I had no choice but to come personally."
"You're too kind. Without Lord Qian, Little Green Society wouldn't be as prosperous as it is today. In terms of status, you're even above my boss Zhuge Sheng. Although you've retired from the world, your reputation still holds sway in both the underworld and legitimate society. To be able to support you would be a blessing earned over several lifetimes," Sito Hai said nervously, fearing he might offend Lord Qian.
"Enough with the pleasantries; I'm tired of such formalities," Lord Qian said firmly as he leaned on his cane. "These people are VIPs of Dream Night Club; once they're here, it's my decision. I hope they can come happily and leave happily. You understand what needs to be done?"
"Alright then; since Lord Qian has spoken up, I can't refuse," Sito Hai turned around and pointed at Mo Ming. "Consider yourself lucky tonight; in the days ahead, you'll probably have to live in hell. Enjoy your remaining hours."
"I'll be waiting for you then, Brother Hai! I hope you really can make me live in hell!" Mo Ming didn't take it to heart at all. He had a clear understanding of life and death; thus Sito Hai's threats were not enough to intimidate him.
"Lord Qian, I apologize for the disturbance tonight. I will leave immediately." Sito Hai felt a surge of anger and cursed, "A bunch of spineless women, get out of my sight. You're embarrassing me."
Lord Qian remained silent, expressionless as he leaned on his dragon-headed cane, quietly standing to the side, supported by Night Peak.
After Sito Hai and his group left, Mo Ming stepped forward with a smile and said, "I, Mo Ming, am grateful for Lord Qian's great kindness. If it weren't for you, my body would likely have appeared in the morning news of Nanhua City tonight. I will never forget this life-saving grace. If you ever need anything from me in the future, just let me know."
"You are a guest of Dream of the Monarch; I certainly won't let anything happen to you. However, you have offended Sito Hai, so your days ahead may be difficult," Lord Qian said kindly, examining Mo Ming with satisfaction. "You are talented and courageous; you will surely accomplish great things in the future. Since you offended Sito Hai at Dream of the Monarch, I will help you out. If you encounter trouble later on, feel free to seek Night Peak; I believe he can help you resolve many issues."
As soon as Lord Qian finished speaking, Night Peak immediately handed a business card to Mo Ming. Without even looking at it, Mo Ming tucked it into his pocket and smiled slightly, saying, "Thank you very much, Lord Qian. If I run into trouble, I might just shamelessly ask for your help."
"Haha... You are quite amusing! Well then, no need for more words. Enjoy yourselves; tonight's bill is on me as an apology for the scare you received," Lord Qian glanced around the private room before leaving with Night Peak's assistance.
Once outside the private room, Night Peak expressed his surprise and asked, "Seventh Master, I'm curious—was it worth offending Zhuge Sheng's confidant for that young man? After all, you've already withdrawn from the martial world; getting involved like this might anger Zhuge Sheng. Your safety could be at risk."
"Don't worry; even though I'm old now, I'm still a tiger. That dog Zhuge Sheng wouldn't dare to do anything to me," Lord Qian replied calmly. "You know I've grown old and may not have the ability to protect her anymore. Therefore, I hope to find someone trustworthy to keep her safe from harm. I think that kid Mo Ming is quite suitable; I plan to lend him a hand—consider it a risky investment."
After hearing Lord Qian's words, Night Peak seemed to understand his intentions and stopped asking questions as he helped Lord Qian leave.
In the countryside of Dreamland.
Once Sito Hai and Lord Qian's groups had left, everyone finally relaxed their tense nerves.
Ruolin was the first to rush over and hugged Mo Ming tightly, burying her face in his chest as she began to cry. "Brother Mo, this is all my fault. If it weren't for me... you wouldn't have offended Sito Hai. It's all my fault... I've dragged you into this."
At that moment, Qiu Lan, Murong Lian, Lin Yuan'er, and a group of women gathered around.
"Alright now, why are you crying? I'm fine! If you keep crying like this, you'll really bring me bad luck," Mo Ming gently patted Ruolin's back to comfort her.
Lin Yuan'er smiled slightly and said, "Brother Mo, I knew you could handle it! But I'm really surprised; you've been gone so long and have become so skilled that no one could touch you—amazing!"
"Now is not the time to celebrate; Sito Hai doesn't seem willing to let this go easily. So right now, Mo Ming is still in great danger," Murong Lian said with concern on her face. "Why don't we quietly leave Nanhua City tonight? After all, no matter how powerful Little Green Society is, they are just a dragon in Nanhua; they can't reach us elsewhere."
"If I run away, they will definitely cause you trouble. If they catch you, they can still force me out. So what's the point of escaping?" Mo Ming shook his head and said, "No need for that. I have my own plans, so you don't need to worry."
"But..." Murong Lian was still a bit uneasy, but Mo Ming waved his hand and said, "You don't need to say anything. Men’s matters are best left to men. I can handle my own issues, so don't worry about it. I'm not used to being protected by women, do you understand?"
At that moment, Yang Yuan and Ren Long walked over, both wearing smug smiles. Yang Yuan cleared his throat and, with a somewhat sympathetic expression, said, "Miss Murong, I'm sorry. If he encounters trouble in the business world, I could help him out, but this time he has offended the Local Tyrant and the Little Green Society. I'm afraid I can't assist."
"Young Master Yang doesn't need to feel guilty. Ultimately, this is all Mo Ming's fault for trying to play the hero and stirring up trouble. Now he's offended the Little Green Society; no one can save him now," Ren Long sneered.
Murong Lian's expression turned cold as she shouted angrily, "That's enough, Director Ren! It's one thing not to help a colleague in trouble, but to kick him when he's down? Do you have no conscience? I don't want to hear such words again; otherwise, you can submit your resignation to me. My company doesn't need disunited people."
"Uh... okay, I'm sorry President Mu. I won't say anything that undermines unity in the future," Ren Long conceded for the sake of his job but inwardly cursed: "Damn it, Murong Lian is ruthless; she could fire me over a single comment. Looks like I need to prepare myself to avoid ending up like Cheng Siyuan."
"Forget about the unpleasantness earlier; let's continue having fun. Zhao Supervisor, I'm sorry about what happened just now; I was just joking and didn't mean to scare you. To show my apology, how about I sing a song 'Brothers' for you?" To lighten the somber atmosphere and keep everyone in high spirits, Mo Ming chose to self-deprecate and personally serenade Zhao the Eunuch.
"Hmph, you really scared me just now; one song isn't enough," Zhao the Eunuch pouted with a wronged expression.
"Alright then, I'll sing another one 'Black Trajectory' for you!"
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