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"I'm sorry... I've dragged you into this," Ji Yue said with a bitter smile.
Mo Ming was clearly taken aback by Ji Yue's apology. He froze for a moment, and only when Old Six's fist was about to smash into his face did he react, quickly dodging away with a hint of a smile on his lips. "Don't take it seriously; I was just joking. If it weren't for you, I might have been in danger just now."
The room that Fourth Brother had entered was precisely where Mo Ming was hiding. At that time, he was ready to fight at any moment. Just as Mo Ming was about to make his move, Ji Yue rushed past the doorway, drawing Fourth Brother away.
If he truly thought the other party was causing trouble, it would be akin to a dog biting Lü Dongbin and failing to recognize a good person. Mo Ming enjoyed making jokes and had no intention of blaming Ji Yue. When he heard Ji Yue taking it seriously, he felt quite embarrassed.
"Kid, you're almost dead, yet you still dare to talk about love!" Old Six was infuriated by Mo Ming's indifferent attitude and swung his fist again. This guy clearly showed no respect for him and still had the mood to talk about love at such a time!
"Get lost! If you know we're talking about love, you should obediently step aside. Do you think you're a light bulb shining here?" Mo Ming scoffed disdainfully, anger flashing in his eyes. "Your actions are really annoying. It's one thing to hit me, but how can you lay your hands on a beautiful woman?"
"Stop talking nonsense! Once I beat you to death, I'll make sure your legs are replaced with dog legs!" Old Six snorted coldly and launched a rapid assault on Mo Ming with both fists, striking with incredible speed while also using his thighs as support.
Such an attack was too dense; if it were anyone else, they would have definitely taken a few hits by now. However, Mo Ming's expression remained calm and unbothered; he nimbly dodged every blow.
In fact, Old Six's skills were quite good; his strikes were much more ruthless than Fourth Brother's. Most of the time, his fists aimed directly at Mo Ming's vital points, clearly intending to kill him in one blow.
After several exchanges, Old Six found himself unable to land even a single hit on Mo Ming and sneered, "Aside from being good at running away, it seems you have no offensive power at all. Is that all you've got?"
"That's not all I've got; I'm just leaving you some dignity because I don't want to crush your spirit too much," Mo Ming replied dismissively as he dodged another punch from Old Six. "Otherwise, why don't the two of you come at me together? I could use some exercise."
"Old Six, don't underestimate him! This guy's skills aren't that simple. We still have a chance if we work together; we mustn't act impulsively," Fourth Brother struggled to stand up, his face still stinging from the punch he received from Mo Ming.
"No need! I can handle him alone!" Old Six insisted firmly. "Fourth Brother, stay out of this! I can take care of him by myself. Hmph, arrogant brat, just wait to die!"
Mo Ming wore a teasing smirk as he stepped aside. "Good grandson, it's better to let your Fourth Brother help you out. You really can't handle this alone. Haven't you noticed how many openings I've ignored?"
After pausing for a moment, the teasing curve of Mo Ming's lips grew wider as he continued, "That's because I'm just playing with you. It's rare for me to get a chance to stretch my muscles again; if I were to kill you in one second, that would be too boring."
"Bastard! You look down on me!" Old Six felt belittled by Mo Ming's words, and his anger erupted like a volcano as he launched another fierce attack against Mo Ming. However, once again, he failed to land a hit.
"Ha, with such little ability, I would be surprised if I actually respected you," Mo Ming mocked while dodging. "Are you feeling angry inside, wanting to kill someone? If you want to kill, then that's right; I'm just here to stir up hatred."
"Damn it, you'd better not fall into my hands, or I'll make you wish you were dead!" Old Six's anger only made his punches weaker. He swung at Mo Ming but couldn't land a single hit.
As if he had played enough, a glint of ruthlessness flashed in Mo Ming's eyes. He moved toward Old Six's fist, and just as the punch was about to hit his face, he tilted his head slightly and miraculously dodged Old Six's attack.
"I've heard you say that line many times; can you come up with something new?" Mo Ming landed a solid punch on Old Six's abdomen, causing him to momentarily freeze. Seizing the opportunity, Mo Ming followed up with two more powerful punches to Old Six's midsection.
"Ah..."
Old Six cried out in pain, his limbs lacking the strength to evade Mo Ming's assault. The blows felt like being struck by a hammer, overwhelming him with pain that rendered him immobile.
"Old Six!"
Fourth Brother could no longer contain himself and charged at Mo Ming in a fit of rage.
"You didn't want to team up earlier; now it's too late." Mo Ming leaped into the air and delivered a heavy kick to Old Six's chest, sending him flying two meters before crashing into the wall.
"Die!"
Seeing Old Six kicked away only fueled Fourth Brother's anger further. He rushed toward Mo Ming, veins bulging in his fists as he aimed a powerful punch at Mo Ming's throat. If this hit, it would surely kill him.
Life is fragile; no matter how strong one is, a strike to a vital point can lead to death. Therefore, strong individuals usually pay close attention to defending their vital areas.
Mo Ming, known as "Asura," was renowned for his formidable strength and was particularly cautious about such attacks. Fourth Brother's attempt at a lethal strike was clearly wishful thinking. Just as Fourth Brother's fist was about to reach Mo Ming's throat...
"What! You actually blocked it like this!"
With just a slight distance left for the punch to connect with the throat, it was unexpectedly caught by Mo Ming’s hand. A powerful force made Fourth Brother feel immense pressure.
Fourth Brother never imagined that this seemingly young boy not only had exceptional skills but also possessed terrifying strength. This mercenary, who often danced on the edge of danger, found himself overpowered by Mo Ming.
With a muffled grunt, Fourth Brother's eyes flashed with a hint of sharpness. He attempted to launch a surprise attack on Mo Ming, but the speed was quick, yet Mo Ming showed no sign of surprise; instead, he revealed a hint of disdainful amusement.
In such a situation, if Mo Ming couldn't anticipate it, he would have died countless times already. Fourth Brother had strength, but it was not enough to match him. If Mo Ming were serious, at the moment he wrapped around Fourth Brother's fist, Fourth Brother would have received a kick.
"Ah, I'm so disappointed." This phrase drifted from Mo Ming's lips as his other hand swiftly wrapped around Fourth Brother's fist. The moment he did so, Fourth Brother felt as if his fist had struck an iron wall.
A sense of fear towards Mo Ming surged in Fourth Brother's mind, and for the first time, he felt a chill run down his back—a genuine fear that made him forget everything else. Just as he wanted to withdraw and retreat, a cold voice echoed in his ears.
"No need to back off."
Mo Ming's hand wrapped around Fourth Brother's fist bulged with veins; his entire arm seemed as tough as steel. If someone were to squeeze Mo Ming's arm at that moment, they would find it impossible to compress even a tiny bit.
It was truly hard to the extreme, almost monstrous.
Fourth Brother continued to resist with difficulty, but under Mo Ming's overwhelming strength, he increasingly felt unsteady. The power in his arms gradually weakened, and he quickly tried to move his feet.
"Don't you know gentlemen use their hands and not their feet?"
Mo Ming lifted one foot and pressed down on Fourth Brother's foot. Then, with another kick aimed at Fourth Brother's abdomen, since Fourth Brother's hands were tightly held by Mo Ming, after taking the hit, he hunched over slightly. If not for the hood covering him, one would surely see his face contorted in pain.
"Fourth Brother! You bastard! From now on, we Bloodthirsty Mercenaries will be irreconcilable with you!"
Behind Mo Ming, Old Six clutched his abdomen in pain and stood up. After taking a few deep breaths in anger, he charged at Mo Ming. Using his momentum, he leaped up for a kick. Mo Ming released Fourth Brother's Double Fists and tilted his body to evade Old Six's kick.
Mo Ming delivered a hook punch directly to Old Six’s thigh where the nerve was paralyzed. The force of that punch was immense; combined with the impact on the nerve, Old Six cried out in even greater pain.
"Ah..."
Old Six fell to the ground entirely, clutching his thigh and screaming hoarsely while trembling all over.
"So you are from Bloodthirsty Mercenaries. Thank you for the reminder. Alright, you can go down now; wait a moment, and I will send your brothers down to accompany you." Mo Ming felt there was no need to continue playing around and walked over.
"What do you want to do!" Old Six's eyes revealed a desperate fear as he instinctively struggled to retreat.
"You know, I just want you dead," Mo Ming said calmly, then suddenly kicked hard at his neck. The speed of the kick was so fast that Old Six managed to block it with his arm, but unfortunately, he couldn't completely dissipate Mo Ming's force.
Mo Ming's leg strength was enough to break a tree as thick as a bowl. After taking that hit, Old Six's miserable scream immediately stopped, and he became a lifeless body that could no longer move.
Ji Yue, who was quietly watching from the side and covering her gunshot wound, widened her beautiful eyes at the scene before her, clearly surprised. Mo Ming's strength astonished her; she wondered what kind of person he was to possess such monstrous power.
"Ah... Old Six, you bastard! I'm going to fight you!" Fourth Brother's eyes turned red instantly. If Ah Hong was his good brother, then Old Six was his best brother. Now, one by one, his brothers were dying before his eyes, filling him with rage and sorrow.
Facing Fourth Brother's incoming punch, Mo Ming wore a slight smile and gently shook his head. "This game ends here; I'm tired of playing. You can go keep your Old Six company."
In Mo Ming's eyes, Fourth Brother was already a dead man. His attack seemed fierce but had many flaws; it only took one strike to take him down. Just as Mo Ming was about to make his move, a chaotic sound of footsteps reached his ears, forcing him to change his mind about killing Fourth Brother. He quickly reached out, bypassing Fourth Brother's punch, and tightly grasped Fourth Brother's neck, swiftly subduing him.
At the entrance appeared a tall figure in black clothing. Judging by the physique, he resembled a brown bear; his arms wrapped in black were thicker than Mo Ming's. He held an AK47 and aimed it at Mo Ming the moment he saw him.
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