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"Um, may I ask how to address you, young master?" Qian Biantian said anxiously, with a hint of pleading in his tone. "Please spare my son. He is naturally mischievous and has offended you; it's my fault for not educating him properly. As his father, I apologize on his behalf."
Mo Ming took a sip of tea and replied calmly, "Who I am is not important. If you want to save your son, it's simple. I've already told you the conditions; it depends on whether you're willing to comply. But it seems you're preparing to use force?"
"No, you've misunderstood. I'm not using force," Qian Biantian hurriedly explained. "This is my son's uncle. Upon hearing that something happened to him, he rushed over. We mean no harm."
Although Azure Bull was a rough man, he wasn't foolish. He nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, Old Bull was impulsive and came here without understanding the situation. I apologize; please don't be angry... Can we let my nephew go first?"
"I've said it before; saving him is simple. I don't want to repeat myself too many times."
Qian Biantian hesitated and said, "Isn't four million dollars a bit too much? How about four million Renminbi instead?"
"Haha, so your son's life isn't worth much after all. It seems you treat this place like a market where you can haggle," Mo Ming stood up and walked over to Qian Yiming, causing him to shrink his head in fear.
Mo Ming smiled and said, "Since you're offering me four million Renminbi, which part of your son would you like me to cut off for you?"
"Don't! Dad, if he wants money, just give it to him! Money can be earned back; I'm your son! You can't just watch me die!" Qian Yiming cried out with a mournful face.
Qian Biantian hesitated for a moment but steeled himself and nodded decisively, sighing, "Fine, as long as you let him go, four million dollars it is!"
"Very well, Silver Wolf. Since Mr. Qian is willing to exchange money for his son's life, hurry up and release Young Master Qian," Mo Ming said with a satisfied smile.
Silver Wolf nodded and immediately pulled out a spring knife. With a swift motion, he cut the ropes binding Qian Yiming, who fell directly onto the ground, causing pain to shoot through his body.
"Ah!!"
Qian Biantian rushed over with tears streaming down his face and untied the bag covering Qian Yiming's head. He discovered that his entire body was bruised and battered with hardly any uninjured spots left. His heart felt like it had been pierced by a thousand blades; as a loving father, he felt both anger and helplessness.
"Yiming, you've suffered," Qian Biantian said as he helped Qian Yiming up while expressing his frustration. "I always tell you to be more restrained and not cause trouble, but you never listen. I hope this lesson will make you more cautious."
Having navigated the business world for many years, Qian Biantian had broadened his horizons and understood that some things required patience and that certain people should never be offended. Although he did not know the true identity of the young man before him, he realized that this was someone he could not provoke!
"I'm sorry, Son reckless is immature and has offended you. I hope you can forgive him, and we can consider this matter settled." Qian Biantian expressed his apologies again and asked, "Could you tell me your title? So that I can greet you next time we meet?"
"As long as four million dollars is transferred, and Young Master Qian no longer troubles me, I can let this matter go." Mo Ming smiled and said, "Mr. Qian, you can just call me Mo Ming."
Upon hearing this, Azure Bull felt a chill run down his spine and couldn't help but wipe away a bead of sweat. As the leader of the outer circle, he had heard of Mo Ming, who could take down someone like Sito Hai. He immediately felt a wave of fear and cursed inwardly, "Damn it, this nephew really has a death wish; he dares to provoke this demon."
"Oh, Ming Shao, don't worry. I'll write you a check right now." Qian Biantian took out a check from his pocket, quickly wrote for four million dollars, and handed it to Mo Ming, saying, "Converted to local currency at this year's exchange rate, not a cent less. You can withdraw it from the bank."
"I still trust Mr. Qian's credit. Alright, let's consider this matter settled."
"Then Ming Shao, I'll take my leave now. Until next time." Qian Biantian nodded and immediately supported Qian Yiming to leave. Azure Bull, feeling anxious after hearing Mo Ming's name, was already thinking of escaping to avoid any potential retribution from this demon.
"Wait!"
This voice did not come from Mo Ming, but rather from the character who was not the main focus today, He Yunsong. It seemed he felt uncomfortable being a side character and wanted to take center stage, though he didn't know which act to perform.
Both Azure Bull and Qian Biantian turned their heads to see He Yunsong standing up with a smile on his face.
If it were anyone else, it might have seemed friendly; however, Qian Biantian and Azure Bull found it terrifying and felt uneasy, secretly wondering what this big shot from the Little Green Society intended to do.
"Um, Yun Song, didn't Ming Shao say that once the payment is made, we could leave? Why is that?" Qian Biantian thought that perhaps He Yunsong was going back on his word and trying to squeeze him for more money. He immediately looked at Mo Ming with a wry smile, hoping he would speak up in his favor.
"Mr. Qian has misunderstood. Since the boss said you could leave, then you and Young Master Qian can naturally go." He Yunsong squinted his eyes as if emitting a murderous aura directed at Azure Bull, coldly stating, "But Little Bull, you need to give me an explanation!"
Azure Bull widened his eyes in shock; he felt wronged and couldn't help but twitch his lips into a bitter smile as he said, "Yun Song, I don't know what I did wrong to anger you. Please let me know."
"Do you know where this place is?" He Yunsong said lightly.
Azure Bull foolishly replied, "Of course! This is the Dragon's Rest Pavilion that you run, Yun Song."
"Heh heh, so you know this is my Dragon's Rest Pavilion. What did I say when I opened?" He Yunsong's expression darkened as he spoke in a serious tone: "I seem to recall telling you all that no matter what happens here, don't resolve it on-site. Offending the guests here means obstructing my financial flow!"
"Yun Song, I know I was wrong. Please forgive me this once!" Azure Bull said with a mournful expression. "You know I'm just a simple cow, not very understanding, and I acted on impulse. I didn't mean to interfere with your business."
He Yunsong stepped closer to Azure Bull, whose size was several sizes larger but clearly at a disadvantage in presence. Azure Bull showed no sign of his usual bull-headedness because standing before him was a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
"Yun Song, I truly know I was wrong..."
He Yunsong's expression was cold as he lifted his foot and kicked Azure Bull back a few steps.
"Yun Song, please let me off this time..."
Without saying a word, He Yunsong's gaze flashed with intensity as he raised his foot again and kicked Azure Bull in the chest, this time using full force, knocking Azure Bull to the ground.
Mo Ming's eyes sharpened as he realized that He Yunsong had clearly trained; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to knock down someone of Azure Bull's size with one kick.
No wonder He Yunsong could become one of the three main forces of the Little Green Society; he indeed had some strength. Based on He Yunsong's displayed abilities, Mo Ming thought he should be stronger than Sito Hai, but where he learned his skills remained unknown to Mo Ming.
Azure Bull clutched his burning chest and immediately pleaded for mercy. "Yun Song, I really know I was wrong. For the sake of our shared affiliation with the Little Green Society, please let me off this once. I swear I will never set foot in Dragon's Rest Pavilion again."
"It is precisely because we are all part of the Little Green Society that I am only giving you a small punishment. Otherwise, you would already be a cold corpse," He Yunsong said coldly. "Take your lackeys and get out of here quickly before I completely lose my temper."
As Azure Bull's face showed relief, He Yunsong added, "This time I can let you go, but your underling broke my door, so you definitely owe me some compensation—not much, just two hundred thousand."
"What?" Azure Bull's eyes widened in shock.
He Yunsong sneered. "What? You don't want to pay? Then..."
This was clearly extortion; however, given the other party's strong demeanor and threats for money, Azure Bull dared not refuse!
"Thank you, Yun Song. I'll bring the money another day. I'll take my underlings and leave now." Azure Bull said in fear as he stood up, clutching his chest and turning to leave. Qian Biantian swallowed hard and dared not say another word as he helped Qian Yiming away.
"Ah Yun, you really are hiding your talents! Your skills are impressive; where did you learn them?" Mo Ming approached with a smile, patting He Yunsong on the shoulder. "Don't tell me you're from Shaolin!"
"Boss, how could I dare to show off my skills in front of you? Compared to you, my abilities are like a primary school student fighting—just for show without any real power!" He Yunsong said with a bitter smile. "But you are right about one thing; I am indeed from Shaolin."
"…"
Mo Ming's expression darkened as he replied, "Are you kidding me?"
The Silver Wolf walked over and laughed, saying, "Boss, Second Brother is right. He really is from Shaolin, but he has never been a monk. He just learned Shaolin martial arts from Huang Siye. Don’t be fooled by his weak appearance; when it comes to fighting, I wouldn’t dare say I’m his match."
So Huang Siye is a Shaolin master; no wonder he appears and disappears mysteriously. Mo Ming realized that his old friends were quite capable. Lord Qian must also be extraordinary, and Night Peak, who often accompanies him, is also skilled.
"Ah Yun, having some martial arts skills is not a bad thing. Chinese Kung Fu is profound and extensive; being able to learn some is already quite good," Mo Ming reminded him. "However, you still need to be careful. No one is the strongest; there are always stronger opponents. Standing at the peak comes with constant danger, so you need to train hard to improve your self-defense capabilities. Remember, only you can protect yourself."
"Yeah, I know. I've never let my guard down. To kill Sito Hai, I haven't relaxed for a moment." When He Yunsong mentioned Sito Hai, his fists unconsciously clenched tighter as he nodded and added, "By the way, Boss, why did you let Qian Yiming go so easily? I don’t think you’re short on money."
"I really am short on money! You brat made me bleed heavily; I need to find a way to replenish it." Mo Ming scolded with a laugh. "Don’t look at me with that disdainful gaze; I’m serious! I’ve spent all my money elsewhere and am currently in need. Luckily, there’s a big spender coming my way."
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