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Director Zhao also noticed a large group of thugs with knives appearing behind the Ultimate Boss. His expression changed slightly as he grabbed a megaphone and shouted, "Hey, you guys! What do you want? We're filming here! Security, get rid of them quickly!"
The security guards in the crew trembled and said, "Director Zhao... No way, they are serious. There are so many of them; we can't take them on."
Everyone noticed the thugs appearing behind them. Shang Xige instantly realized the situation, protected Miss Su, and had to admit that his quick reaction was professional. He shouted loudly, "Damn it, boss! Those guys are here to attack!"
"I'm not an idiot; I can see that!"
Mo Ming looked frustrated. No wonder such a cliché plot twist suddenly appeared; it turned out those guys were really here to cause trouble!
The Ultimate Boss, who was supposed to be Mo Ming's opponent, dropped his weapons and ran away in a panic, looking completely disheveled and not at all like an Ultimate Boss should. What kind of broke film crew is this!
"Uh... Who did I provoke again?" Mo Ming frowned and smiled wryly. "From their stance, it looks like they're coming straight for me... Damn it, they really are coming for me!"
"Seriously, how did that old monster Tate find me so quickly?" Mo Ming felt a bit depressed but then thought, "Wait a minute, Tate's girl doesn't even have any firearms!"
The leader of the Cutters stopped first and pointed at Mo Ming with a fierce look. "Kid, today my boss said if we kill you, there's a reward of one hundred thousand! Do you want to do it yourself or should we handle it?"
Mo Ming was somewhat confused. "Bro, who is your boss? Don't tell me it's Tate. If he's this broke, he might as well give up on dominating the Golden Triangle; that's just asking for death."
"Hmph, you don't need to know who our boss is; you just need to understand that your life no longer belongs to you today." The leader of the Cutters coldly snorted. "Brothers, take him down! The boss promised heavy rewards!"
Hearing the leader's words, the group of thugs charged forward with their machetes. A fierce glint flashed in Mo Ming's eyes as he revealed a sinister smile. "Fine then, it seems that unless I lose my life today, you won't be leaving either. Let me send you on your way."
"Boss, why not let me have some fun with these shrimp? I haven't exercised in ages; my bones are about to fall apart." Shang Xige moved his body and was eager to make a move, licking his crimson tongue excitedly.
"Get out of the way! These weaklings are delivered right to me; I won't pass up this opportunity!"
Just now, the words from the leader of the Cutters really angered Mo Ming. What does "today your life no longer belongs to you" even mean? It sounds particularly unpleasant, and my life is only worth a hundred thousand!
Mo Ming swung the Dragon Sword, a prop sword from the crew, and charged towards the leader of the Cutters. Along the way, those Cutters who attempted to deliver a fatal blow to Mo Ming were unable to stop his advance.
Just as a Cutter behind him swung a Machete straight at Mo Ming's head, Mo Ming seemed to sense it, raising the Dragon Sword behind him to block the Cutter's attack. Then, with lightning speed, he kicked backward, sending that Cutter flying.
"His skills are indeed impressive. Cameraman, hurry up and start recording! This will definitely make our movie a hit online," Director Zhao's expression shifted from worry to excitement, as if he were a born artistic fanatic, eager to capture everything.
Shang Xige felt an itch in his heart but couldn't intervene; he was utterly frustrated.
Suddenly, gunshots rang out from behind, throwing the crew into chaos. As everyone scattered in panic, Shang Xige instinctively pushed Su Xiuwen aside and pulled her to take cover behind some shelter.
"Great! Finally some excitement," Shang Xige said excitedly to Su Xiuwen. "Miss Su, just stay here; you'll be safe. I’ll go deal with those scoundrels."
Bang bang bang...
The gunfire continued. Shang Xige stealthily glanced towards the source of the shots and noticed there were still quite a few people around. However, only one person had a handgun; the others were still wielding Machetes, likely part of the same group as before.
Just as the person with the handgun aimed it at Mo Ming, Shang Xige quickly picked up a stone and threw it with great speed, accurately hitting the man's hand that held the gun.
The shooter fired off a shot but missed and hit one of his own men instead.
"Who?!" that person shouted in fury.
Then another stone flew directly into his mouth, quickly lodged in his throat. The sensation was clearly uncomfortable; the stone got stuck in his throat, unable to go down or come back up.
Shang Xige spat out blood.
Shang Xige flew out, and when the Cutters realized who the real culprit was, they immediately charged in a rage, swinging their Machetes with an intimidating presence. However, Shang Xige, someone who often danced on the edge of life and death, felt no fear.
"Xige, be careful."
"Don't worry, they are just a bunch of amateurs. If I can't handle them, I won't have the face to be your bodyguard anymore."
Shang Xige turned back and gave Su Xiuwen a cool smile. He confidently scratched his nose, and upon seeing Su Xiuwen's surprised expression, he instinctively stepped aside to dodge an attack.
"Damn it! You guys couldn't give me a little face? Let me show off in front of the beautiful lady!" Shang Xige felt a bit annoyed. He moved his feet and drew out the dagger he always carried, its sharpness gleaming as a painful scream echoed.
"Ah!"
The Cutter who had just tried to stab Shang Xige found his Machete had already fallen to the ground. The other hand clutched his wounded wrist, crying out in agony as an invisible scar slowly bled.
"This is just a little lesson."
Shang Xige kicked the thug away, his face turning cold and his gaze becoming fierce. This was the result of countless killings; just one look was enough to instill inexplicable fear in those assassins.
On the other side, Mo Ming was effortlessly wielding a Prop Dragon Sword, having taken down most of the Cutters armed with Machetes. Now only a few remained standing.
The leader of the Cutters saw how formidable Mo Ming was and was so frightened that he couldn't run fast enough. He kept pushing his subordinates toward Mo Ming while retreating himself. In doing so, only a handful of them were left.
Those few feared being pushed out and hid far away. The Hand-Cutting Leader's face turned pale, as if all the blood had been drained from him. Yet he still tried to act tough, saying, "Don't think you're impressive just because you can fight. If you offend my boss, no matter how good you are, can you fight against guns?"
"No." Mo Ming sneered, "But I can still deal with you today."
"Damn it, do you think I'm afraid of you?" The Hand-Cutting Leader swung his Machete, charging forward with great momentum, shouting, "Kid, die!"
"Ha ha, not bad for show, but it lacks real power."
Mo Ming ignored his attack and thrust his sword forward, directly bypassing the assault and pressing it against the leader's neck.
"Calm down, calm down, big brother. Can you let me go?" The Hand-Cutting Leader began to panic and pleaded, "Just spare me this once..."
"Go to hell! You've never let me off the hook!" Mo Ming said irritably. "Since I met you, you've been threatening my life. Who exactly is not letting whom go?"
"Big brother, I was wrong. I spoke carelessly; I was just rambling. Can we call it even? Just put away your sword; be careful not to hurt me," the Hand-Cutting Leader begged with a mournful face, though a glimmer of joy flashed in his eyes.
Through his gaze, Mo Ming could see someone behind him raising a Machete to strike down. He immediately dodged, but the Cutters were too late to stop their attack; the Machete came crashing down towards the shoulder of their leader.
"Ah... no!"
The Hand-Cutting Leader was so scared he nearly wet himself. Despairing, he closed his eyes tightly and waited for what felt like an eternity without any pain. All he heard was a pained sound, "Oh!"
When the Hand-Cutting Leader opened his eyes, he saw the Cutter who had tried to ambush Mo Ming lying on the ground not far away, unable to get up. A sense of desolation washed over him.
"Big brother..."
With a loud slap, Mo Ming mercilessly struck him across the face with the flat of his sword.
"Just tell me directly, who sent you and why are you trying to cut me!"
"This... slap."
Seeing that the Hand-Cutting Leader looked somewhat troubled, hesitating to speak, Mo Ming unceremoniously gave him another slap and coldly said, "This is your last chance. I don't want to repeat myself. Tell me, who sent you?"
"I am a subordinate of Little Green Society, Yang the Boss," the guy said in a panic.
Little Green Society, Yang the Boss?
Mo Ming frowned and coldly asked, "Are you talking about Yang Fan?"
"That's right, it was Yang Fan, Yang the Boss, who sent me here."
So it really was a dog released by Yang Fan. However, Mo Ming couldn't understand why Yang Fan would send someone to cut him when they had no grievances. Could it be that Yang Fan and Sito Hai were good buddies, and this was revenge for Sito Hai?
"Why did Yang Fan send you to cut me?" Mo Ming's voice grew three degrees colder.
Hearing this, the Hand-Cutting Leader felt a chill run down his spine. His expression became somewhat difficult, but upon seeing Mo Ming's fierce gaze, he immediately confessed, "Big brother, you've already touched my boss's woman. If my boss doesn't cut you, where will he put his face?"
"…"
I have to say, this reason left Mo Ming stunned.
"When the hell did I touch your boss's woman? Damn it, can’t you get your facts straight before making a move? This kind of thing could cost lives, you know." Mo Ming tapped the leader's face with the sword.
"Big Brother, I'm just following orders, please let me off this time," he said with a mournful expression.
After thinking for a moment, it seemed he hadn't been with any women recently.
Mo Ming asked, "What’s your boss's woman's name?"
"Huo Sixin."
"Damn, I've never heard of her!" Mo Ming exclaimed in shock. "Brother, you really got this wrong. I don't know this woman at all!"
"Uh, Big Brother, I really don't want to get involved in your family matters," Leader said with a bitter smile. "Big Brother, you did it, so just admit it. The woman has already given your name."
"…Damn it, clearly a scoundrel!" Mo Ming said unhappily. "I walk the straight path and have countless conquests; I've never messed with that kind of woman. Who the hell is putting this blame on me?"
"Uh, it's really not you?"
"It's really not me," Mo Ming replied helplessly. "Call your boss; I need to talk to you!"
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