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“Mo Ming, who was the person that just tried to assassinate you, and why did they want to kill you?” Murong Lian recalled the frightening scene from earlier and felt a bit shaken. She then asked, “Are you going to be okay?”
“I’m not quite sure who they are or what their intentions were,” Mo Ming replied with a slight smile. “But I can assure you, my life is quite resilient; even Yama wouldn’t dare take me in, so don’t worry.”
“Alright, I know you’re capable, but it’s easier to dodge an open attack than to guard against a hidden one. You should still be careful,” Murong Lian said, still feeling some concern.
“Understood, I’ve always been cautious,” Mo Ming chuckled.
If it hadn’t been for Mo Ming’s moment of carelessness earlier, he might have been able to unmask his attacker and see where they came from. This was the first time Mo Ming had let his guard down.
Perhaps he had grown too accustomed to a comfortable life and lost some of his former ruthlessness. However, after this incident, Mo Ming wouldn’t make the same mistake again.
The assassin was quite skilled; compared to Shang Xige, they were superior. However, they hadn’t reached a level that could truly threaten him. Still, given their proficiency in assassination, if he were to let his guard down again, he could indeed end up dead at their hands.
This person’s identity was shrouded in mystery; Mo Ming had no recollection of them. The assassin's statement, “No one sent me,” was difficult to discern as true or false.
However, Mo Ming speculated that this assassin might be connected to Yang Yuan. After all, since Sito Hai's death, the only person with grievances against him in Nanhua City was Yang Yuan.
Yet the speed of the attack seemed too quick; he had just toyed with Yang Yuan that very night. Even if Yang Yuan were furious enough to want him dead, it would require some planning. This sudden aggression didn’t seem characteristic of Yang Yuan.
While Mo Ming pondered these thoughts, the car arrived at Hillside Mansion.
After stopping the car, Mo Ming and Murong Lian walked inside.
As soon as they entered, Aunt Xiang emerged from the kitchen with a warm smile on her face.
"Miss Murong, you finally returned! During your absence, Aunt Xiang missed you so much. Hurry and wash your hands to eat; knowing you were coming back, I prepared several of your favorite dishes."
Murong Lian smiled and said, "Aunt Xiang, I miss your cooking even more, and I miss you."
"Alright, Miss Murong, no need to be so sentimental. Since you miss Aunt Xiang's cooking, hurry up and wash your hands to eat. What are you lingering here for?" Mo Ming replied.
"Mind your own business! I enjoy being here. If I want to say sentimental things, you can choose not to listen!" Murong Lian shot Mo Ming a glare and proudly lifted her chin.
"It doesn't benefit me to care about you. If you want to linger, go ahead. I'm going to get something to eat," Mo Ming said as he walked inside to wash his hands at the sink. He then headed into the kitchen but was surprised to find that Murong Wei was not there.
Wasn't Murong Wei supposed to have returned first?
At that moment, Aunt Xiang and Murong Lian walked in. Not seeing Murong Wei, Murong Lian felt puzzled and asked, "Aunt Xiang, didn't my dad come back? Where is he? Why isn't he here?"
"Oh, the old master was just here. He received a phone call and went back upstairs to discuss something," Aunt Xiang replied with a smile. "He said if you all came back, you should eat first and not wait for him."
"I see. Then I won't wait for Murong Old Man anymore. I've been hungry all day, and seeing Aunt Xiang's dishes makes me even hungrier. If I don't eat soon, I'll probably start drooling."
Mo Ming rubbed his hands together and immediately picked up his chopsticks without hesitation, devouring the food with big bites as if it were incredibly delicious, showing no table manners.
"You really are something else; otherwise, how could you be drooling? It's disgusting."
Murong Lian shook his head playfully and sat down to pick up his chopsticks. After staying in the hospital for so long, he was tired of the bland food. Seeing Aunt Xiang's deliciously prepared dishes made his appetite surge.
"Take your time eating; no one is competing with you," Aunt Xiang said as she watched the two of them eagerly grabbing food. She felt a sense of joy; these two rivals hadn’t changed at all, even during a meal, they had to compete over who could eat faster.
Before long, the dining table was in disarray.
"That was so satisfying! Aunt Xiang's cooking is truly unmatched," Mo Ming said with a contented burp, then stood up and said, "I'm heading back to my room now."
Murong Lian remained silent, still eating.
As Mo Ming reached the middle of the stairs, he ran into Murong Wei coming down.
"Mo Ming, your dad just called me and asked me to tell you to hurry up and call him back. He wants to discuss something with you."
"What does the old man want now?" Mo Ming frowned, puzzled. "Isn't it enough that he keeps putting me in difficult situations? Does he want to do it again?"
Murong Wei chuckled, "I wouldn't know. He didn't say anything, and I didn't ask. If you want to know, you might as well ask him directly."
"Okay." Mo Ming replied and continued upstairs.
Back in his room, Mo Ming dialed his father's number. After a few rings, it connected. There was some chaotic noise on the other end, but it quickly quieted down.
"Old man, what do you want to say again?" Mo Ming said with frustration. "Last time you tricked me into thinking that once I reached Nanhua City, I could avoid Lin Yuan'er. But you went ahead and told her. You clearly set me up. I was just about to settle the score with you!"
An angry voice came from the other side immediately: "You dare shout at me over such a trivial matter? I really doubt if you're my biological son. A single woman has you running scared. Tell me, are you hiding something?"
"You’re the one hiding something! I'm a genuine straight man!" Mo Ming retorted. "I won't hold this against you, but you have to tell me how long I have to be a bodyguard!"
"Heh heh, if I were hiding something, your fate would be to stay on the wall or cough cough... you know what I mean." Mo Zhentian chuckled, not caring about Mo Ming's attitude.
Like father, like son; their personalities were indeed quite similar!
As the saying goes, experience speaks volumes. Facing Mo Zhentian, Mo Ming was still at a disadvantage.
Mo Ming looked dejected and said, "Alright, stop being so unserious. Just tell me how long I have to be a bodyguard."
"There’s no specific time. You can leave only when I think you're ready. Otherwise, no matter where you run off to, just make sure I don’t find out; otherwise, I'll shoot you on sight!"
"Damn it! Old man, do you want me to be your slave for life?" Mo Ming cursed angrily. "If I’m not happy here, I’ll definitely leave. Even if the King of Heaven comes, it won’t matter."
"How dare you! Have you grown wings?" Mo Zhentian said. "I can't be bothered with you anymore. If you're not happy here, just get lost and don’t embarrass me."
"You said it yourself; if I'm not happy, I'll definitely leave."
"Fine! If you want to leave, I won’t stop you! The reason I had you call was not to discuss this nonsense but to talk about serious matters."
As the conversation continued, Wu Zhentian's words revealed a serious tone. Upon hearing that important matters were about to be discussed, Mo Ming's expression immediately turned serious as he said, "Go ahead, what’s the important matter?"
"I'm not cursing you; it's just that you really are asking for trouble! I sent you to Nanhua City to be a bodyguard, and what do you do? You stir up trouble and even ended up on television receiving an award. Do you want to give me a heart attack?"
"I just received an award; is it necessary for you to be so envious and resentful?"
"Resentful? You better remember that your head is worth twenty million dollars in this world. Everyone wants your life, and you dare to show your face publicly? Are you looking to get yourself killed?"
"Alright, I did forget about that," Mo Ming said with a bitter smile. "But I know you've already helped me block the news; otherwise, things online wouldn’t be so calm."
"You still have some conscience, knowing that I’ve done such a big favor for you!" Wu Zhentian replied irritably. "Let me tell you, be careful in Nanhua City. I've received news that those people are looking for you everywhere."
Mo Ming knew exactly who Wu Zhentian was referring to.
The Qingmeng group had caused deaths at their hands, so even after retiring, Mo Ming would still occasionally trouble them, which fueled their hostility towards him. They wished they could flay him alive.
However, Mo Ming's whereabouts were hard to track. Even if some spies managed to gather information about him, they often met with fatal outcomes, which only infuriated that organization further. They immediately placed a bounty of twenty million dollars on Mo Ming's head.
"I understand," Mo Ming said. "You can rest assured; as long as those scoundrels are not dealt with, I won't easily get myself killed."
"With your word, I feel more at ease. Alright, that's enough talk; just be careful." Just before hanging up, Wu Zhentian added with concern, "About the Qingmeng incident, I hope you'll let it go. After all, the dead are gone, and the living must continue."
"Got it. After getting older, you've become quite nagging. Thanks to you, I'm slowly starting to accept the daughter-in-law you've chosen for me."
"Hehe, as expected of my son, you have my style!" Wu Zhenning said with a proud smile. "I think Murong Wei's daughter is not bad either. You should work harder and marry another wife. Then you can have a house full of children!"
"Shut up, you old lecher! I’m not thinking about those things right now. Enough of your nonsense! If you keep talking, I’ll tell my mom and expose all your romantic history!"
"Tch, you're too young. Your mom knows all about my past escapades; I don't need you to remind her."
This old man was too disrespectful. Not wanting to continue the conversation, he hung up the phone. Just as he did, Mo Ming recalled the Masked Man he encountered on the road earlier. Could he belong to that group?
If that were true, Nanhua City might face a storm of bloodshed, which made Mo Ming feel anxious—not for his own safety, but for the people around him.
The other party was not to be underestimated; that organization had three major combatants. In a one-on-one fight, Mo Ming was confident he would win easily, but dealing with all three together would be quite challenging.
Moreover, the organization was shrouded in mystery, and it was uncertain if there were other hidden strong fighters.
At that moment, the image of Qingmeng's death flashed through Mo Ming's mind. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his palms without him feeling any pain, and a fierce glare erupted from his eyes.
"You better not come near me. This time, no matter what happens, I will ensure you meet your end here!"
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