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When they finished eating, it was still early.
Having played enough at Disneyland and eaten their fill, Lin Yuan'er didn't want to go back and suggested going to the cinema to watch a movie. Naturally, Mo Ming wouldn't refuse Lin Yuan'er's request.
They arrived at a nearby cinema that was coincidentally showing the latest romantic film, but there was a long line of people waiting to buy tickets.
Seeing this scene, Lin Yuan'er became a bit impatient and was about to suggest going back when Mo Ming glanced around and noticed someone standing nearby who seemed to be from He Yun Song Boxing Gym.
"Yuan, wait here for a moment; I'll go over there."
After giving this instruction, Mo Ming jogged over. When the person saw Mo Ming, he looked surprised and stammered, "Ming... Shao, what are you doing here?"
Mo Ming wore a friendly smile that appeared somewhat cheeky to outsiders. "Are you selling scalped tickets here?"
"Uh... yes, I just wanted to make some money. Ming Shao, you wouldn't stop me from selling this, would you?" The person spoke quickly, clearly a bit anxious, and added with a wry smile, "My family relies on me doing this to get by..."
"Don't worry; I'm not here to cause trouble. Why should I care about that?" Mo Ming chuckled. "I just wanted to ask if there are any tickets left for the latest romantic film. If so, I'll buy two from you."
A glimmer of joy flashed in the person's eyes as he quickly pulled out two tickets and handed them to Mo Ming. "Yes, I have them. Two tickets, right? These are two adjacent seats; I'll give them to you for free."
"No need for that; it's not easy for you to do this kind of work. Giving them to me for free would be too much of a loss." Mo Ming took the tickets and handed over some money with a smile. "I don't know if this is enough; if not, I can get you more."
"That's enough! With this money, Ming Shao, you could buy many tickets!" The person insisted. "But I can't accept this money; after all, you're Ming Shao..."
"You still have a family to support, so don't push it away. I know making money isn't easy."
Ignoring the little brother's expression any further, Mo Ming took the two tickets and turned back to Lin Yuan'er. He waved the scalped tickets in his hand and said, "Yuan, look what I got."
Lin Yuan'er reached out to take them and looked at the tickets excitedly. "Wow, Brother Mo, you bought scalped tickets!"
"Shh! Can you keep it down? This stuff is illegal!" Mo Ming said helplessly. "Alright, now that we have the tickets, we can go in and watch the movie. Do you need to buy something to eat inside?"
"No need, I'm really full. Brother Mo, do you think I'm a pig? I can't eat anymore!" Lin Yuan'er rolled her eyes at Mo Ming and excitedly linked her arm with his as they walked inside, finding a seat to sit down.
The movie had just started, displaying the names of the actors and producers. They arrived at just the right time, neither too early nor too late. The tickets given by He Yunsong's little brother were quite good, right in the front row.
Looking at the large screen in front of them, it felt somewhat real.
Actually, Mo Ming wasn't particularly interested in movies, but he still paid attention to accompany Lin Yuan'er. The theater was quiet, almost devoid of any noise.
He could remember the general plot: it started with a pure love story between a high school couple, which later fell apart due to misunderstandings. They only realized their mistakes during a wedding.
The plot wasn't much different from what he had seen before; it still managed to evoke tears from young girls. Lin Yuan'er was crying uncontrollably, leaning on Mo Ming's shoulder, leaving him at a loss for how to comfort her.
Women were strange creatures; they felt deeply about things and could shed tears over fleeting moments.
As for this movie, after watching for so long, Mo Ming hadn't encountered anything that touched his heartstrings. He began to doubt whether he had become numb and less easily moved.
As the movie neared its end, people started leaving their seats, creating some chaos. The crowd moved around, occasionally blocking the view, making it frustrating for those who wanted to watch. Lin Yuan'er felt that the atmosphere was ruined.
"Brother Mo, I don't feel any emotions anymore. Let's go," Lin Yuan'er said angrily.
Mo Ming smiled wryly and nodded. "Alright, if you still want to watch more, we can book a private screening another day."
"Sounds good, as long as Brother Mo is willing to accompany me."
As Lin Yuan'er spoke, she was about to pull Mo Ming away. Just as she stood up, Mo Ming's gaze flashed with intensity as he suddenly pushed Lin Yuan'er aside.
Before she could comprehend what was happening, Lin Yuan'er saw a curved knife whizzing past her hair, almost piercing her head by mere inches, sending a wave of panic through her.
"Ah..."
A flicker of barely perceptible anger flashed in Mo Ming's eyes as he immediately lifted his foot and kicked the assailant in the abdomen. The person hadn't even had time to react before being sent flying backward, crashing hard against the chairs.
Suddenly, a major fight broke out in the cinema, causing those who had planned to sit quietly and watch the movie to become restless. The scene grew increasingly chaotic, and without thinking, they dashed toward the exit.
"Brother Mo, what's going on?"
Lin Yuan'er looked bewildered by the sudden turn of events, her face filled with fear as she glanced at Mo Ming.
"Someone is trying to assassinate me..."
The situation was urgent; several people charged in from the opposite direction. It was clear they were allies of the person from earlier. Mo Ming couldn't afford to think too much about it; he quickly uttered a few words and rushed forward.
At that moment, there was no time for Mo Ming to ponder or inquire about their identities. He reached a nearby assassin, skillfully dodged their attack, and did not give them a second chance to strike.
With a swift motion, he delivered a knife-hand strike to the assassin's throat. The man's face twisted in pain as blood spilled from his mouth. However, Mo Ming had no interest in witnessing the man's suffering.
Just as he executed the knife-hand strike, another assassin swung a curved blade at him. Mo Ming's sharp sense of danger prompted him to lean forward, evading the incoming blade from behind. He then kicked out, delivering a devastating blow known as the "kicking technique."
A faint sadness crossed his face as he covered himself with his hands. Then, with a powerful punch that resembled an explosive cannon fire, he struck the assassin squarely in the face, causing them to lose balance and fall to the ground.
Most of the people in the cinema had fled, leaving only the assassins behind. Mo Ming coldly surveyed them; there were about five or six well-trained individuals. This was clearly a premeditated assassination attempt. However, attempting to kill Mo Ming in this manner seemed unlikely to succeed.
After a brief skirmish, Mo Ming quickly determined that these opponents were not ordinary; they had undergone some training and possessed certain skills. Yet, such skills were insignificant before him.
Before long, Mo Ming had nearly dealt with all of these minor foes. Just as he knocked down the last one with a punch, he heard Lin Yuan'er shout from behind.
"Brother Mo, be careful..."
"Uh... ah!"
Immediately after, a gunshot rang out alongside Lin Yuan'er's voice.
"Yuan!"
Mo Ming then threw Lin Yuan'er towards himself, a surge of anger suddenly erupting from deep within. He reached out to cover the wound on Lin Yuan'er, his hands covered in blood. At that moment, Lin Yuan'er's face turned pale.
"Die!"
Mo Ming's eyes began to redden, and with a roar, he moved swiftly, faster than ever before, like a gust of wind rushing towards the gunman.
The gunman felt a chill as he noticed Mo Ming's extraordinary speed. Fear spread through him, and in a moment of panic, he aimed at Mo Ming and fired several shots.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
One of the bullets struck Mo Ming's shoulder with a loud bang. However, this minor injury could not hinder Mo Ming's furious advance. The gunman attempted to shoot again, but he had unknowingly run out of bullets.
As he was reloading, Mo Ming had already dashed in front of him and quickly twisted the gunman's wrist, causing a painful cry to escape his lips.
Boom...
Mo Ming swung a fist, striking the gunman’s throat with fierce force. He landed several punches in quick succession, twisting the gunman's face into a grotesque expression as blood uncontrollably poured from his mouth.
He died—after being struck in the throat, he could not utter a single sound of pain and simply died in disbelief.
As the killing intent gradually subsided, Mo Ming's mind also calmed down. Remembering Lin Yuan'er's injuries filled him with discomfort and worry. He hurried over to her side and crouched down to lift her up.
"Mo... Brother, am I going to die?"
Lin Yuan'er said weakly, her face pale.
"You won't. As long as I'm here, nothing will happen to you." Mo Ming felt as if something sharp pierced his heart, more painful than the bullet wounds on his body. Even with a bullet lodged in him, he felt no pain.
"Why did you have to be so foolish? You didn't need to take that bullet for me. I'm sorry, Yuan'er. It's my fault for not protecting you well enough. I'm really sorry."
Fortunately, the bullet had not hit any vital areas; it had entered slightly off from her heart. As long as it was treated promptly, there would not be too much danger. Mo Ming didn't have time to think further and quickly carried Lin Yuan'er away.
"Brother Mo, you are injured too... Does it hurt? It must hurt a lot..."
Mo Ming shook his head frantically and said, "I'm fine, it doesn't hurt."
In the calm screening room, a voice suddenly came from outside. The language was Thai, which Mo Ming had learned before, so he understood what they were saying: "They are inside! The general has ordered that as long as we kill the Asura, our future days will be as carefree as those of the gods."
No matter how many people were coming, Mo Ming felt no fear at all. However, since Lin Yuan'er was injured and it was not suitable to continue lingering, he immediately picked her up and ran from the back of the cinema.
Someone was chasing after them.
"They definitely won't run far; hurry up and catch them!"
The area behind the cinema had many branching paths, and he didn't know which road led to the back. Mo Ming carried Lin Yuan'er and wandered around based on instinct until he finally found a door. Through a nearby window, he could see that this place led outside.
"Brothers, hurry up and search! They are nearby and won't go far."
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