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"The biggest drug lord in the Golden Triangle, Tate!"
Upon hearing this, Haotian and Luo Zixing were instantly stunned.
As police officers, Haotian and Luo Zixing had indeed heard of Tate's identity; he was the largest drug lord in the Golden Triangle, with armed forces so powerful that even the government found it difficult to uproot him.
"Well, there's really nothing we can do about him. After all, he's outside the country's jurisdiction, and he's not someone to be trifled with. The government over there can't handle him either." Haotian, particularly aware of Tate's identity, swallowed hard and asked, "How did you provoke such a terrifying guy?"
"I just ruined one of his big deals," Mo Ming said calmly. "Captain Hao, I hope you can strengthen the Police Force around here recently. I think he will come back."
"You've got some guts! You dare to mess with a drug lord's drugs? Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Luo Zixing said in disbelief.
Mo Ming remained silent.
"Don't worry; we police will never allow anyone to cause trouble here," Haotian assured. "I can't guarantee we'll catch Tate, but here, we still have the final say!"
"Well then, I'll leave it to you, Captain Hao."
Luo Zixing glanced at the operating room with some concern and suddenly remembered his earlier worries on the road. He hurriedly asked, "Is Lian Lian injured? Is it serious?"
"No," Mo Ming's eyes dimmed slightly.
"Uh, don't worry..." Luo Zixing had never been good at comforting others. Seeing Mo Ming's worried expression, he thought for a long time but still couldn't come up with anything to say and ultimately gave up.
Haotian noticed He Yunsong standing nearby and immediately recognized the combat power of this Little Green Society member. He was somewhat astonished to find out that he had a connection with Mo Ming. However, if he knew that Mo Ming was actually He Yunsong's superior, he would likely be even more shocked.
To become a gang leader, one must possess considerable skills, yet Mo Ming, an ordinary-looking youth, has achieved this. Anyone who learns of it would surely be astonished.
Noticing Haotian sizing him up, He Yunsong smiled slightly and approached, saying, “Captain Hao, it’s good to see you again.”
“Yes, it feels like a long time since we first met,” Haotian replied with a friendly smile. “When we encountered each other back then, you were just an unarmed high school student. I never expected that after all these years, you would carve out a space for yourself in Nanhua City. It’s a pity that this space is shrouded in darkness.”
“Heh, from your perspective, our world may seem dark,” He Yunsong replied nonchalantly. “But if we were to view your world, it might be indistinguishable from darkness as well. Isn’t that even more frightening?”
“Perhaps,” Haotian said, not wanting to argue further. He shrugged casually.
Since Haotian did not elaborate, He Yunsong naturally kept quiet as well.
“Mo Ming, we won’t disturb you any longer. We’ll take our leave now. If you have any issues, feel free to call me.” With that, Haotian handed his business card to Mo Ming and left with Luo Zixing.
At that moment, the light in the emergency room finally changed. Mo Ming felt a surge of worry and hurried over to meet the doctor who had just come out. He immediately asked, “Doctor, how is she doing?”
“Don’t be anxious. She was brought in at a timely moment. After emergency treatment, the bullet was removed, and her life has been saved. However, due to excessive blood loss and the effects of anesthesia from the surgery, she remains in a coma. But there’s no need to worry; with proper rest, she will recover soon.”
Hearing that Lin Yuan'er was safe made Mo Ming’s fear vanish instantly, replaced by indescribable joy. He excitedly shook the doctor’s hand and said, “Thank you so much! Thank you for saving her!”
“No need to mention it; saving lives is a doctor’s duty. We take pride in being able to save a living life,” the doctor said casually before noticing the gunshot wound on Mo Ming’s shoulder with a look of shock. “Sir, it seems you’re injured as well?”
“Boss, are you hurt?”
He Yunsong walked over to take a closer look. There was a bullet hole in his shoulder, but the bleeding had stopped, and it was covered with tobacco. When He Yunsong arrived earlier, he hadn't noticed Mo Ming's gunshot wound.
"It's nothing serious," Mo Ming shook his head and said, "Doctor, I hope the hospital can provide her with the best treatment possible. I don't want any lingering issues; money is not a problem. I will pay every cent, and I can even donate ten million to the hospital for medical purposes."
To Mo Ming, money was just an external object; compared to Lin Yuan'er, it meant nothing. As long as it could help Lin Yuan'er recover, he would be willing to give up all his wealth and even his life.
"Alright, sir, you don't need to worry. I'll take care of everything," the doctor nodded and said. "However, your shoulder injury has been treated rather hastily; let us take care of it properly."
"Yes, boss, you should take care of your gunshot wound first. I'll keep an eye on sister-in-law," He Yunsong said.
Mo Ming nodded in agreement. He had been so worried about Lin Yuan'er's safety that he hadn't felt any pain earlier. Now that he knew she was safe, the tearing pain in his shoulder became quite unbearable.
...
After the doctor treated Mo Ming's wound, he wrapped it with bandages.
Lin Yuan'er's hospital room was already arranged; it was a VIP room in the hospital with dedicated nurses taking care of her around the clock. They were well-equipped to monitor any changes in her condition.
However, when Mo Ming arrived at the room, the nurse had just left. Only He Yunsong was near the window, gazing at the scenery outside while thinking about Tate. With Silver Wolf having found nothing so far, he couldn't help but worry about Mo Ming's safety.
Hearing the door open, He Yunsong snapped back to reality and turned to see Mo Ming. He forced a smile and said, "Boss, your gunshot wound has been taken care of, right? You don't need to worry; the nurse just said sister-in-law is doing well and won't have any issues."
"That's good," Mo Ming nodded and said, "By the way, how is Silver Wolf's search going? Have they found any information?"
"He Yunsong" shook his head and then expressed his speculation: "There are generally two possibilities: either everyone on the other side is dead, or the people they sent are well-trained and hiding very deep."
"Ha ha, the latter possibility is the most likely. Those people have undergone strict training, and it's hard for those from the 'Little Green Society' who spend all their time in the city to know about them." "Mo Ming" revealed a sinister smile and said, "But you don't need to worry. For these people, we naturally need to find professionals, and soon there will be news."
"Professionals?" "He Yunsong" was taken aback.
"Yes, professionals. Have you heard of the 'Hunter'?" "Mo Ming" smiled mysteriously and said, "I think he has already arrived in 'Nanhua City.'"
"'Hunter'!"
"He Yunsong" was shocked. He had heard of the 'Hunter' in the assassin world; he was ranked second on the assassin leaderboard, a figure who could kill one person with each step, leaving no trace behind. His whereabouts were elusive, and whenever he appeared, blood would flow.
"It seems you have heard of him." "Mo Ming" smiled slightly, patted "He Yunsong's" shoulder, and said, "I already consider you my brother. I don't want to hide too much from you. Are there some secrets you want to hear?"
"Hehe, boss, that statement seems a bit redundant." "He Yunsong" chuckled a few times and said seriously, "You can tell me your secrets; after all, once a brother, always a brother. I won't do anything against you."
"I believe you won't do anything against me." "Mo Ming" said: "'Yihun' is a name you might have heard before, but you probably didn't know that it really exists in this world. I am the highest leader of 'Yihun.' The 'Shang Xige' you met before and 'Hunter' are both members of 'Yihun.'"
"Alright, boss, your secret has stunned me." "He Yunsong" said with a wry smile: "Suddenly dropping this bombshell on me is really hard to accept. If someone else told me this, I would definitely think they were crazy. After all, 'Hunter' is among the best in the assassin world; he is a proud existence. It's not easy to become his superior."
Regarding "He Yunsong's" reaction, it was clearly anticipated. "Mo Ming" merely smiled slightly and asked, "So do you believe me?"
"I believe you. I won't trust what others say, but I definitely trust your words." "He Yunsong" replied with a smile: "This makes sense of your skills. From the moment we met, I knew your background was not simple. Therefore, now that you've told me this today, I naturally have no doubts—just a bit surprised."
"Um..."
Mo Ming let out a sound, intending to say something further when his phone rang. He took out his phone and saw an unfamiliar number on the caller ID, with no name attached. After a glance, Mo Ming answered the call.
He knew who the owner of this phone was. The moment he connected, a cold voice came through, saying, "Have you found those people? I don't need too many alive; just one will do."
"Haha..." A proud laughter came from the other end, followed by, "Boss, you can rest assured. You know how I, Liufeng, operate. If it weren't for leaving you a live one, I reckon this one would be dead too!"
Liufeng was known as "Hunter," a figure that struck fear in the assassin world. His voice was somewhat hoarse but carried an air of disdain for life that instilled fear in others. This wasn't something innate; it had been forged through bloodshed.
Just as Liufeng finished speaking, a pained voice came from the other end of the line, followed by a man speaking in Thai, which Mo Ming could clearly understand.
"Please let me go; I don't want to die yet..."
A glint of killing intent flashed in Mo Ming's eyes as his voice turned even colder. "Liufeng, bring that surviving bastard to Panlong Road. I want him to experience the thrill of death. Also, remind the brothers that if Tate wants to play with us, then we’ll play along without holding back. If anything happens, I'll take care of it."
"Hehe, Boss is mighty! Don't worry; as long as you give the word, the brothers have never been afraid. What’s Tate? What’s the Golden Triangle? If they provoke 'Yihun,' then there’s only one outcome—eternal unrest!"
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