Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
"Big Brother, please don't. If the Boss finds out I told you about this family scandal, my life will be over..." The Hand-Cutting Leader said with a mournful expression, "Please just let me go. Even if I make the call, I'm still going to die."
"If you don't make the call, you'll still die. Do you want to die early or late?" Mo Ming sneered.
The Hand-Cutting Leader was at a loss for words. After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and decided, "Fine, I'll call the Boss. Just wait a moment."
The Cutter immediately took out his black-and-white Nokia phone and dialed a number. It connected quickly. "No resolution yet, Boss. That kid is really skilled; we can't take him down... Yes, yes, Boss, we're useless, I'm trash. Uh, that guy wants to talk to you... Uh, okay, okay."
The Hand-Cutting Leader said expressionlessly, "Uh, the Boss wants me to tell you that he doesn't want to talk to you. He wants me to kill you directly and then bring your body over for him to see."
"Damn it, Yang the Boss has quite the temper. Give me the phone," Mo Ming said. "I'll deal with him personally!"
"That's not a good idea. If Yang the Boss finds out, I really won't have a chance to die," the Hand-Cutting Leader said awkwardly.
Mo Ming was too tired to argue. He slapped the Hand-Cutting Leader on the head and snatched the phone away. He dialed the number again using the recent call log, and soon it connected.
"Seriously? You can't even handle one kid? How can I trust you with important tasks in the future? If you can't take him down, why not use a gun?"
"Wow, Yang the Boss sounds really intimidating. I'm almost scared to death here. You plan to chop me up and use firearms too?" Mo Ming sneered. "I don't know what I've done to provoke you, Yang the Boss. Please give me a solid explanation!"
There was silence on the other end.
"You are Mo Ming!"
A smile appeared on Mo Ming's face as he replied, "Yang the Boss, you've sent someone to chop me up and still don't know it's me?"
"Not at all! Why would I want someone to chop you up? There must be some misunderstanding here. I swear I never gave any orders to have someone go after you."
"That's not right. It seems your subordinate said I took your woman, and upon meeting, he shouted about taking me to receive an award."
From across the way came Yang Yuan's awkward laughter. "Sorry, Brother Mo. My foolish little brothers might have gotten it wrong; the target isn't you, but Zong Junjie."
"What the hell? Are you saying that after all this, I've really become a stand-in?" Mo Ming said, feeling frustrated.
"Uh... stand-in?" Yang Yuan replied, puzzled. "By the way, how did you end up in that ancient town?"
"I'm here to be Zong Junjie's stand-in... please don't blame me; I was forced into this," Mo Ming said with a bitter smile. "Boss Yang, I sympathize with your situation. Ahem... if it were me, I wouldn't tolerate it either."
"Brother Mo, this whole thing was a misunderstanding caused by my little brother. I apologize to you and just hope you can keep this secret and not let anyone else know." The voice on the other end sounded calm, but Mo Ming knew that Yang Yuan was extremely furious inside.
Wearing a green hat is painful for anyone, regardless of who it falls upon. Mo Ming deeply sympathized with Yang Fan's plight and just wanted to say: "Brothers, this is just too funny!"
"Don't worry about it, Yang the Boss," Mo Ming chuckled. "I guarantee no one else will find out about this. Well then, since it's all a misunderstanding, I won't interfere with your business any longer."
"Uh." Yang Fan clearly felt a bit frustrated and didn't say more before hanging up the phone.
Unable to help himself, Mo Ming laughed a few times before stopping. He tossed the phone to one of the Cutters, jokingly scolding him: "In the future, make sure to aim properly when cutting someone! Do I look like Zong Junjie? Is that bastard even as handsome as me?"
"Uh, big brother, you're not Zong Junjie?"
"Are you really that stupid or just pretending? Open your eyes and take a good look; am I Zong Junjie?" Mo Ming couldn't help but feel amused at how dense this Cutter was.
The Hand-Cutting Leader looked closely at Mo Ming, suddenly realizing, "You really don't look alike!"
"Alright, I get it. You're really foolish, hopelessly foolish. It wasn't supposed to be like this!" Mo Ming shook his head helplessly.
The Hand-Cutting Leader nodded and was about to shout, "Brothers, stop immediately," but was shocked to find that, apart from himself, all the brothers were lying on the ground, howling.
Shang Xige had also taken care of a group of Cutters. He clapped his hands and walked over with a sinister smile, saying, "Boss, why are you keeping this guy alive? If you don't want to take action, I can help you."
"Don't, big brother. This is just a misunderstanding," the Hand-Cutting Leader said with a mournful face.
In his eyes, Shang Xige and Mo Ming were like monsters who could easily take his life, making him feel anxious and uneasy.
"No need for that; this is truly just a misunderstanding," Mo Ming said with a bitter smile. "Today, not only did I play the role of Zong Junjie’s stand-in in the show, but I also ended up being one in real life. What bad luck!"
Shang Xige's eyes lit up as he cheerfully patted the Hand-Cutting Leader on the shoulder and said, "Brother, so your target today was that bastard Zong Junjie? No problem. Since it was a mistake, I'll let you go this time. Just a friendly reminder: Zong Junjie should be hiding around here."
"You know what to do," Shang Xige smiled and patted the Hand-Cutting Leader's chest with considerable force, making him tremble.
"I know, I know," the Hand-Cutting Leader replied respectfully before shouting, "All of you useless fools, get up! It was just a misunderstanding; we cut the wrong person. That kid can't have gone far; hurry up and find him!"
"Yes!"
Upon hearing this, those who had been lying on the ground sprang back to life and stood up, clearly having pretended to be injured out of fear of pain!
The group quickly set out and soon dragged Zong Junjie out from behind the makeup tent along with Old L and Zong Junjie's manager. The subordinates of Little Green Society and Yang Fan were obviously very displeased.
They took a few steps forward and kicked Zong Junjie once, then took another few steps and kicked him again. It wasn't until they reached Mo Ming and the others that they simply pressed him to the ground and kicked him fiercely.
If it weren't for Zong Junjie, they wouldn't have made a mistake, and if they hadn't made a mistake, they wouldn't have been beaten up by Mo Ming and Shang Xige. Ultimately, it was all Zong Junjie's fault.
The Hand-Cutting Leader's anger erupted the moment he saw Zong Junjie. He pushed aside a few of his underlings and kicked Zong Junjie's handsome face several times.
"You bastard! If it weren't for you, how could I have been beaten like this!"
Zong Junjie covered his head with his hands and pleaded, "Ah... Big Brother, please don't hit me. How much money do you want? I can give you anything, just let me go, I will definitely pay you!"
"Money is nothing! Offending my boss means that even if you're as rich as a country, it won't matter. If my boss wants you dead at midnight, Yama won't dare to let you live until dawn!" The Hand-Cutting Leader kicked Zong Junjie in the stomach again and spat, "What a piece of work! My boss can handle this; you're just looking for trouble!"
Old L nervously pinched his fingers and looked at Mo Ming, saying, "Little Brother, I'm not doing anything here. You have to help me; I don't want to be slapped in the face."
"Don't worry; they won't hit you." Mo Ming felt goosebumps rising on his skin and smiled bitterly. "This isn't your business; you can leave now. They're looking for the big star Zong."
"Alright, alright, then I'll leave first." Old L quickly turned and walked away with a little sway of his hips.
Zong Junjie realized that if Mo Ming helped him at this moment, he could avoid disaster. He immediately cried out for help: "Mo Ming, please help me. We have some fate together; just help me out."
"Sorry, but you've offended Yang Fan from the Little Green Society. I can't help you." Mo Ming shrugged with a helpless expression.
"No, I know you can save me! As long as you're willing to help us, I'll pay you whatever it takes!" Hearing the name of the Little Green Society made Zong Junjie's face turn pale with despair as he shouted, "Mo Ming, you can't do this to me! Otherwise, I'll call the police!"
"Oh? Then let's see if you can survive Yang the Boss first before talking about calling the police." A smirk appeared on Mo Ming's lips; someone who still wanted to bite back at death wasn't worth saving.
"Take this guy back to the boss for handling, and also bring along his manager!" After giving orders to his underlings, the Hand-Cutting Leader respectfully said to Mo Ming, "I apologize for offending you today. I'm sorry."
"Alright, damn it, make sure to be more careful when cutting people in the future!" Mo Ming scolded with a laugh. "It's not enough to just apologize every time you hit the wrong person. This time, I'll give your boss some face and let you off the hook. Now get your people and scram."
"You are right; I will know how to handle things better from now on." The Hand-Cutting Leader waved his hand, leading his group of underlings, along with Zong Junjie and his manager, away in a van.
Seeing that group leave, Su Xiuwen walked over, letting out a sigh of relief. "Uh, what exactly happened? It seemed like they were coming for you earlier, but now they've taken Zong Junjie. I'm a bit confused."
"Uh, I was just a scapegoat earlier. Their target was only Zong Junjie, not me," Mo Ming said with a wry smile. "I'm afraid Zong Junjie won't be coming back this time."
"What exactly happened? Why is it like this?" Su Xiuwen asked, frowning.
"Family troubles should not be aired outside; it's better not to say anything," Mo Ming chuckled. "Just don't ask too much; knowing more about this won't do you any good. Just focus on your acting."
At that moment, Director Zhao approached with a bitter smile. "Mo Ming, can you tell me what kind of trouble Zong Junjie got himself into? Why would someone want to cut him?"
"He messed with the wrong people, Director Zhao. I'm afraid your leading man really needs to be replaced," Mo Ming said with a bitter smile. "Because he probably won't return from this trip."
"Ugh, that guy is so arrogant; it's no surprise he got into this kind of trouble," Director Zhao said, rarely cursing. "Damn it, I've wasted so much time on him!"
Comment 0 Comment Count