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Listening to He Yunsong's words, Mo Ming felt quite good at first, but as the conversation progressed, it was truly shocking. This guy seemed refined, yet when he spoke, he turned out to be quite a rogue.
This really proved the saying that birds of a feather flock together; no wonder they were good brothers. Mo Ming was being a rogue in his speech, and as his brother, He Yunsong was not far behind.
Who would have thought that among the rogues, He Yunsong actually received a smile from the goddess CEO, Murong Lian? Murong Lian elegantly extended her hand to shake He Yunsong's and said with a smile, "I've heard of the great name of Panlong Road Car God for a long time. Now that I've met you in person, I realize the rumors are true; you really are quite handsome."
"Uh, Miss Murong, please don't tease me. It's true that I'm handsome, but the title of Car God changed hands many days ago," He Yunsong awkwardly smiled and pointed at Mo Ming. "This one here is the real Car God. I really don't dare to drive in front of him."
Although Mo Ming didn't care about the empty title of Car God, it was still great to show off in front of Murong Lian. Seeing a slight change in Murong Lian's expression made Mo Ming feel proud. Just as he was about to say something modest, Murong Lian poured cold water on him.
"Come on, what kind of Car God is he? I suspect he just barely escaped being chased and managed to perform exceptionally under pressure; he can't be considered a real Car God. I'll race him another day; I believe he'll definitely be out of luck then." Murong Lian knew about Mo Ming's exploits on Panlong Road but simply didn't want him to feel too pleased with himself. She thought about it and decided to find some words to poke fun at Mo Ming.
He Yunsong couldn't help but twitch his mouth at her words. It was clearly a jab at Mo Ming, yet it felt awkward hearing it directed at him. In another race, it might just be me who ends up out of luck; I won't even get to see his car's tail!
"Haha, I'm really not convinced! Ah Yun, when I save up enough money to build a sports car, let's go try Panlong Road again!" Mo Ming immediately challenged He Yunsong after clashing with Murong Lian.
"Boss, are you serious?" He Yunsong couldn't help but twitch his mouth again.
He Yunsong knew that Mo Ming had a Swiss Bank Gold Card; transforming a good sports car would be no problem. As for skills, if Mo Ming could drive an unmodified BMW so fast, with his incredible technique, wouldn't he be able to leave He Yunsong's car tailgating if he drove a modified sports car?
But surprisingly, Murong Lian snorted dismissively and encouraged He Yunsong, saying, "Who's afraid of you? Handsome Car God, I believe in you! When the time comes, I'll bring a bunch of sisters to support you. If you win against Mo Ming, just tell me which girl you like; I'll help you make an introduction!"
"Ah Yun, hurry up and accept!" Hearing this from the beautiful woman made Mo Ming ecstatic. He grinned at Murong Lian and said, "If I win against him, does that mean all the beauties I like will be packed up for me?"
"I never said that. Even if you win, I won't introduce any beauties to you," Murong Lian scoffed. "Anyway, you're bound to lose; therefore this assumption doesn't hold."
Mo Ming squinted his eyes and stared at Murong Lian before asking softly, "You're afraid I might win, right?"
"I'm not," Murong Lian defended herself.
"You are just afraid that I will win."
Mo Ming leaned closer to Murong Lian, staring into her eyes. Murong Lian suddenly felt uncomfortable, her cheeks slightly flushed as if she had applied a light blush. She crossed her arms and looked away, speaking with great certainty, "Who is afraid of you winning! Impossible."
"You know I will win," Mo Ming said, his expression dull as the words slowly floated from his mouth.
Murong Lian's anger was becoming hard to suppress. She shouted loudly at Mo Ming, "Stop asking! I’m not! If you can win, I will immediately introduce you to a few beautiful women!"
"Hey, it's a deal," Mo Ming snapped his fingers, a victorious smile appearing on his face, though it looked rather foolish.
He Yunsong and Silver Wolf widened their eyes in disbelief that Mo Ming was a combination of devil and angel. He could be terrifying towards enemies but was just a child when it came to friends.
Realizing she had fallen into Mo Ming's trap, Murong Lian was nearly furious enough to spit blood. Her chest heaved unevenly; despite taking several deep breaths, she couldn't calm the frustration inside her. Her mind felt like it was about to explode, and she couldn't find the words to retort.
Ruolin, the innocent child, noticed that Murong Lian's expression was off and asked, "Sister Murong, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Before Murong Lian could respond, Mo Ming chuckled lewdly and said, "Don't worry; your sister has just had some relatives visiting recently and is feeling a bit anxious. She'll be fine after a while."
"Oh." Ruolin actually believed him and nodded. "Sister Murong, I understand how you feel. When I came here, I also felt like hitting someone."
"Mo! Ming! Do you believe I can slap you to death?"
Murong Lian's brows furrowed with anger as she gritted her teeth. She raised her delicate hand and fiercely slapped at Mo Ming, wishing she could knock him out with one hit.
With his agility, Mo Ming easily dodged Murong Lian's attack by hiding behind He Yunsong. He shrugged and laughed, "Hehe, I just don't believe it!"
At this point, Murong Lian was infuriated. She chased after him, all her dignity as an elder sister vanished, leaving only the image of an upset young girl as she circled around He Yunsong and Silver Wolf but couldn't land a hit on Mo Ming.
Ruolin was delighted and cheered, "Go for it, Sister Murong!"
Murong Lian was feeling a bit exhausted from the chase, hands on her hips, panting as she said, “Mo Ming, if you’re a man, stand still for me!”
“Sorry, I can’t really call myself a man right now; you can call me a boy instead!”
Mo Ming dodged Murong Lian’s slap once again. In reality, if he really ran, Murong Lian wouldn’t be able to catch up with him at all. He was just teasing her, occasionally slowing down to make her think she could hit him, only to run away again.
He Yunsong and Silver Wolf, two grown men, felt a bit embarrassed and shook their heads in frustration, quickly stepping aside. However, Mo Ming didn’t feel embarrassed at all; he continued to play the game of cat and mouse with Murong Lian.
“Alright, since you’re chasing so seriously, I’ll let you hit me,” Mo Ming finally stopped and gave Murong Lian the chance to catch up.
At this point, Murong Lian’s image was pretty much ruined; her hair was a bit messy. Without holding back, she caught up and started delivering a series of hits to Mo Ming’s arm and back. It wasn’t that Murong Lian was too kind to hit him in the face; it was just that Mo Ming used his hands and back to block her strikes, so she couldn’t land a hit!
The once dignified goddess had turned into a shrew; how much anger must one have to ruin their own image like this? Her captivating eyes seemed ready to spit fire. If she weren’t wearing a qipao, it seemed like Murong Lian would have used her legs as well.
“You’ve hit me so many times; your anger should have subsided by now,” Mo Ming said with a bitter smile.
“I really want to kill you!”
Murong Lian gritted her teeth. Realizing that her strength wasn’t enough to hurt Mo Ming, she immediately resorted to another woman’s secret technique: the “Twist Flesh Finger.” Her long and fair fingers turned into claws as she attacked Mo Ming’s arms, waist, and back.
“Wow, take it easy~”
If you want to hit me, I’m not afraid. But now that she used this vicious move, Mo Ming couldn’t take it anymore. The frustration inside him suddenly made him think that if the Qing Dynasty’s penal code combined with this technique, it would truly become the deadliest torture in the world.
Seeing that her attacks were effective, Murong Lian felt much of her anger dissipate. She twisted a small portion of Mo Ming’s flesh with great effort; there was indeed a technique to twisting flesh—the less meat twisted, the more painful it was.
He Yunsong and Silver Wolf found this scene somewhat unbearable to watch. They sighed and shook their heads. Silver Wolf had a look of disbelief on his face as he said, “Second Brother, are you telling me I really have to let him get killed instantly?”
“Uh, don’t ask me; I don’t know either.”
When Murong Lian was still feeling agitated, another delicate white hand grasped his, applying pressure. At that moment, an angry female voice rang out.
"Enough!"
This voice stunned Murong Lian. Following the hand, he saw Jun Qianqian, whose face resembled a blue lotus and whose eyebrows were like paintings, but her expression was somewhat displeased. The woman before Murong Lian was unfamiliar to him.
"This has nothing to do with you. Let go of me," Murong Lian said, trying to shake off Jun Qianqian's hand, but he couldn't.
This scene left everyone in shock. Mo Ming's gaze shifted between Murong Lian and Jun Qianqian several times, sensing that something was off as a strong smell of gunpowder filled the air.
"Let's talk this out; don't rush to fight."
Mo Ming attempted to diffuse the impending storm, but instead, he became a catalyst that made it arrive even faster.
"Shut up!"
Murong Lian and Jun Qianqian seemed to have coordinated their response, shouting in unison. This left Mo Ming speechless; it appeared that even if women were enemies, they could unite against a common foe.
"Hmph! Why should you tell him to shut up?" Murong Lian and Jun Qianqian shouted together again.
"Because I am his employer, and he is my bodyguard," Murong Lian replied with righteous indignation, as if it were natural for bodyguards to endure their employers' wrath. He then sneered, "Who are you to meddle?"
"Because he is my boyfriend, and I have every right to intervene. Who are you to twist his arm? I haven't even done that yet!" Jun Qianqian appeared innocent but was actually a thorny rose as she spoke with feigned grievance, tightening her grip on Murong Lian's hand.
Boyfriend? Everyone was taken aback, and the person involved, Mo Ming, looked even more innocent.
Murong Lian paused for a moment but quickly dismissed any thoughts about the truth of her claim. His temper flared as he struggled fiercely, attempting to pull Jun Qianqian's hair while saying, "What a joke! Mo Ming is a married man; do you think you're some kind of mistress?"
"Nonsense! You're the mistress! Shamelessly trying to seduce Mo Ming!"
Two women were arguing fiercely, and soon they started to physically grapple with each other. Seeing this, Mo Ming quickly stepped in between them to separate the two crazed women.
"Alright, stop fighting! I'm begging you both, beautiful ladies!"
Murong Lian and Jun Qianqian seemed to have a grudge from a past life. Even with Mo Ming in between them, they still wanted to tear each other's mouths apart, continuing to fight on either side of him.
"Ah, how dare you hit Sister Murong! I'll fight you!" Ruolin, eager to stir up trouble, thought that since Murong Lian was on her side, she could pull Jun Qianqian's hair from behind, causing Jun Qianqian to scream in pain.
Noticing this scene, Mo Ming rushed over to help and said to Ruolin, "Hey, you little troublemaker, stop making things worse and let go!"
"Ah... you little brat! I’m going to tear your face apart!"
Jun Qianqian immediately tried to grab Ruolin's face. Murong Lian quickly came over to help Ruolin by grabbing Jun Qianqian's hand. Jun Qianqian struggled violently, shaking her hands with all her might. Murong Lian was losing her grip when suddenly Jun Qianqian's hand slipped free and struck Mo Ming's face with a loud slap.
Smack...
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