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The person was hit on the bridge of his nose by Mo Ming, and he immediately felt a wave of soreness, his anger flaring up: "What the hell, civilized flying? You bastard, how dare you hit Maurel! I won't let you off; I will..."
"Maurel, huh!" Mo Ming interrupted him, delivering another quick punch to his nose. The pain made him clutch his nose and scream in agony. Mo Ming taunted, "Tell me, how do you plan to not let me off? What do you want to do?"
Mo Ming's violent behavior startled the two Flight Attendants. Jun Qianqian smiled wryly and said, "Sir, please refrain from using violence to solve problems here..."
"Hey, don't panic, beautiful Flight Attendants. I'm just a modern-day Lei Feng, enjoying helping others. Just look at how much this gentleman needs education; I'm merely teaching him how to be a decent person for free."
Mo Ming rubbed his fist, a smirk creeping onto his face as he looked at Maurel, who was currently unable to curse due to the pain.
"Sir, are you alright?"
Regardless of how the other party provoked her, Jun Qianqian still had to politely inquire; otherwise, they might receive complaints from customers. After all, the customer is always right, and the Boss tends to believe the customers.
"Come on, he’s fine! I'm the one with issues here!" Mo Ming said to Jun Qianqian with an innocent smile.
Jun Qianqian widened her beautiful eyes in disbelief as she glanced at Mo Ming. Clearly, he was the one who hit someone; what kind of issues could he possibly have?
"Uh, may I ask what issues you have, sir?"
The pain for Maurel subsided slightly as he angrily stood up. However, just as he got up, Mo Ming pushed him back down into his seat by the nose.
"Oh... it hurts! You bastard! I'm going to kill you!"
Mo Ming paid no heed to Maurel's threats and smiled at Jun Qianqian. "What issues could I have? Of course, it's that guy's hard skull that hurt my fist; I need some comfort!"
Jun Qianqian and another Flight Attendant named Xiao Jiao Jiao stared wide-eyed in shock, completely unsure how to respond to Mo Ming's shameless remarks.
"Why do I feel a sense of familiarity with this person?" Jun Qianqian observed Mo Ming several times, and finally shook her head slightly, saying, "No way, this person doesn't look like him at all, it's just that his style is somewhat similar."
Actually, while Jun Qianqian was scrutinizing him, Mo Ming had already noticed and was genuinely worried about being recognized. Fortunately, Fuxi's disguise skills were superb, and Jun Qianqian couldn't recognize him at all.
Seeing that the two Flight Attendants were frightened, Mo Ming chuckled and said, "I was just joking. Look how scared you are. Alright, there's nothing going on here anymore; you can leave now."
"Who says there's nothing going on?" Maurel said angrily. "I want to complain about your service; it's absolutely terrible, and I demand a satisfactory explanation."
"Well, what are you dissatisfied with?" Mo Ming narrowed his eyes into a dangerous arc and placed his fist in front of Maurel's face, threateningly saying, "Do you want me to help you out? I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
"Kid, don't think I'm afraid of you!" Maurel forced himself to act unafraid but was somewhat intimidated by Mo Ming's fist and dared not make any moves. Why? Because that fist was fast and hard!
"Then tell me, what are you dissatisfied with?" Mo Ming smiled slightly at Jun Qianqian and Xiao Jiao Jiao and waved his hand, saying, "Alright, this guy just likes to joke; he has no complaints against you."
Jun Qianqian and Xiao Jiao Jiao understood that Mo Ming was helping them get rid of this annoying passenger's harassment and immediately gave him a grateful glance before quickly leaving.
"Hey, come back!" Maurel angrily tried to stand up but was pressed down by Mo Ming. "Come back? You want to eat a fist, don't you?"
"Get off me!" Maurel forcefully shrugged off Mo Ming's hand and glared at him in disgust. "Don't think this is over. If you offend me, Maurel, have the guts to tell me your name; I'll find a way to settle the score with you slowly."
"Mo... Ming, if you want my grandfather's name, I'll tell you. Remember this well, my name is Ginger Dust, Vice President of Murong Real Estate in Nanhua City!"
Originally, Mo Ming wanted to boldly reveal his real name but thought about the other party's identity and chose to use the name from his current fake identity instead.
This way, it could serve as a smokescreen—an overbearing real estate vice president: Ginger Dust!
"Very good; you've got some guts. Don't think being rich in Nanhua City makes you impressive. Once you're on my turf, I'll make sure you suffer greatly."
Maurel shouted, but did not dare to move against Mo Ming. After all, he still had some sense and knew he couldn't win against Mo Ming, so he chose to intimidate him verbally.
"Oh."
Mo Ming responded lightly, showing no sign of fear. He then closed his eyes, which only infuriated Maurel further; it was clear he looked down on him!
The plane began to take off, and Maurel resented Mo Ming's rude behavior. He wished he could eliminate Mo Ming right then and there, but after weighing his own abilities, he decided against causing a scene and refrained from provoking him again.
...
The plane finally landed, and Mo Ming stepped off, taking a deep breath of the fresh air. Just as he was about to leave, he noticed someone closely following behind him.
"Interesting. These people must be the helpers that Maurel brought along. I didn't expect to be tracked by Tate's henchmen right after arriving here."
Mo Ming deliberately paused, glancing back to see several people hurriedly stop in their tracks. He had a good idea of who they were and continued to walk aimlessly forward.
Those people followed closely behind, completely unaware that Mo Ming had already noticed them. They foolishly thought they could find a secluded spot to deal with Mo Ming.
After turning into a deserted alleyway corner, the group revealed themselves, each holding small knives and adopting fierce expressions. There were about a dozen of them.
Among them were two big men with heavily tattooed arms; it was impossible to tell what the tattoos depicted. In Mo Ming's eyes, their intimidating appearance lost its effect—didn't they realize that?
Mo Ming looked at the thugs blocking his path without an ounce of fear. His expression remained calm and unchanged, like still water undisturbed by the wind—so tranquil it resembled a corpse.
This made the thugs eager to try their luck, desperately hoping to draw some blood from Mo Ming with their knives. A few teenagers passed by the alley laughing but ran away in fright upon seeing the situation inside.
Among the crowd, one of the guys who had been taught a lesson by Mo Ming on the plane finally pushed his way forward. Seeing Mo Ming's predicament now, he wore a cold smile as he stepped to the front and brandished a switchblade, pointing its tip at Mo Ming.
"Kid, let's see where you can go now!" Maurel sneered, pointing at himself. "If you offend Maurel, don't expect to have it easy. Hmph, what do you think you are, trying to be a hero and save the damsel? You're simply asking for death!"
"I'm asking for death?" Mo Ming asked, pointing at himself.
Maurel thought Mo Ming was scared and his expression grew even more smug as he laughed maniacally. "That's right! If you dare to offend me, there's only one outcome for you: death! Kid, don't blame me for not giving you face. If you're willing to pay me a sum of money, I can guarantee that I'll only cripple you."
"Only cripple me for a sum of money?"
"Of course! Alright, enough chit-chat. Didn't you say you're the vice president of Murong Real Estate? A life must be worth at least ten million, right?" Maurel sized up Mo Ming with a cunning smile.
"Are you sure my life is only worth ten million?" Mo Ming replied with a hint of a smile. "That seems too little; it doesn't reflect my status. Shouldn't we raise the price a bit?"
Maurel's eyes lit up, and the group behind him also showed signs of excitement, surely thinking that this guy must be out of his mind to ask for more money.
With such a gullible target, Maurel naturally wouldn't let this opportunity slip by. He laughed and said, "Your attitude isn't bad; then give me fifty million, and I can let you go without touching a hair on your head."
"Are you sure you want fifty million?" Mo Ming asked coldly.
Maurel felt a chill run down his spine, sensing something was off. However, tempted by the money, he nodded quickly and said, "Yes, just give me fifty million, and I'll let you go."
"Still too little; it's an insult to me. Therefore, all of you must die today."
As soon as Mo Ming finished speaking, he moved in an uncanny manner and kicked Maurel, who was standing in front, flying back. Then he crushed one unfortunate soul standing to his right with one hand.
It was only after Mo Ming took action that they reacted, angrily shouting and swinging their knives as they charged at him, wanting to draw blood.
"You bastard dared to play me! Brothers, let's all go together and skin that kid alive! I want to catch him and fry him in hot oil!" Maurel groaned while clutching his abdomen in pain but stood up with an angry expression, shouting fiercely.
Mo Ming was not worried at all. The skills of these people were no different from the street thugs who fought all day long. Even if they wielded knives, they were just like caterpillars with hard spikes—nothing more!
In just a few moves, Mo Ming easily killed that group of guys. Yes, he killed them, not just knocked them down. He felt there was no need to spare their lives.
"You... what do you want? Don't come any closer! Do you know who I am? I am General Tait's nephew! You can't kill me; otherwise, you'll die a terrible death."
Maurel watched as the lives of more than a dozen people were taken away in an instant. Looking at Mo Ming's grinning face as he advanced step by step, fear gripped him to the core. He instinctively took a few steps back until he tripped and fell to the ground.
Mo Ming crouched down, snorting disdainfully, and said, "Did you not just want me to pay fifty million for my life? Now I can give you that opportunity. Just give me fifty million, and I promise I will only cripple you."
"I... I don't have that much money! Please, don't make things difficult for me! Let me go! Otherwise, come with me to the Golden Triangle; my uncle Tate will give you the money." Maurel no longer had his earlier bravado and pleaded with a sorrowful face.
"Hmm?" Mo Ming pretended to think and asked, "Are you really General Tate's nephew?"
"Yes, I am his nephew! As long as you don't harm me, my uncle will definitely thank you properly. You should know he is a big shot that even the government dares not mess with!" A glimmer of hope flashed in Maurel's eyes.
"Originally, you could have lived without dying for just fifty million. However, since you claim to be Tate's nephew, I can only take your head to show Tate."
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