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Originally, I thought that upon hearing the name Tate, the other party would feel a hint of fear and let him go. However, I didn't expect Mo Ming to not only be unafraid but to want to eliminate him even more!
Maurel was truly frightened; a chill rose from his heart, causing his body to tremble slightly. His lips quivered as he pleaded with a mournful expression, "Please don't kill me. I beg you to spare me. I'm not actually Tate's nephew!"
"Oh?" A hint of mockery crept onto Mo Ming's lips. "You just said that yourself. Why are you backing out now? Which statement should I believe?"
"I..."
Mo Ming's eyes flashed with a sharp, piercing gaze as he coldly stated, "I don't like being deceived. You'd better tell me the truth, or I can swear to Ganesha that you will wish you were dead."
Upon hearing this, Maurel swallowed back the words he had intended to say. Trembling all over and with a face full of terror, he repeatedly insisted, "I... I really am Tate's nephew..."
As he spoke, Maurel glanced at Mo Ming's expression and suddenly noticed that his gaze seemed to emit a cold light, scaring him into kneeling down and banging his head on the ground. "Just spare me! I know it was wrong to offend you. Is it not enough that I'm bowing my head to you?"
Maurel was truly on the verge of tears. If he claimed to be Tate's nephew, the other party wanted to kill him. If he said otherwise, he would be accused of lying and face a fate worse than death. Either choice felt like a dead end.
"Answer me some questions." Mo Ming lazily lifted his eyelids and glared at Maurel, his voice growing colder, causing Maurel's heart to shudder again.
Maurel stopped banging his head and looked up at Mo Ming, as if seeing a glimmer of hope for survival. His eyes sparkled with hope as he spoke like a submissive puppy, "Okay, okay! As long as you spare me, I'll tell you everything I know."
"What were you doing in Nanhua City?" Mo Ming's voice was chillingly ominous as he added, "Don't try to show off your cleverness. If I sense even a hint of deceit from you, I guarantee you'll die a miserable death."
Surprised by the question, Maurel asked, "Who exactly are you? Why do you want to know this?"
"This isn't about mutual questioning; it's about you answering my questions. I'll ask you one last time: what were you doing in Nanhua City?"
"I wouldn't dare deceive you..." Maurel swallowed hard and said, "Tate—no, my uncle sent us to assassinate a brat who was ruining his plans."
"Continue," Mo Ming said lightly.
Maurel did not dare to show any unwillingness and nodded, saying, "Yes, we had many people, but they all died. Now I am the only one who has returned... Please, let me go. I don't want to die yet."
"Don't be anxious; I haven't finished asking yet." A glint of ruthlessness flashed in Mo Ming's eyes as he said, "Next, does Tate have any further actions?"
"I just returned from Nanhua City. How would I know the next plan? Please, don't make things difficult for me. I truly don't know; I'm not lying to you..."
Maurel's eyes widened in fear. To him, Mo Ming seemed like a Shura, a Killing God, making him feel that he could die at any moment. After all, he had just killed more than ten people without blinking; who else could be called a Killing God?
"If you don't know the next plan, then you have no value of existence."
Mo Ming's voice drifted out ominously. Just as he was about to take action, Maurel panicked and said, "Wait! I have valuable information!"
"Let's hear it. If it's truly valuable, you might just survive," Mo Ming paused his movement, still wearing that sinister smile.
"If I tell you, will you really let me go?"
Mo Ming narrowed his eyes into a dangerous arc, coldly stating, "You have no right to bargain with me now. Either you tell me or you die right here."
"Alright, I'll tell you." Maurel gritted his teeth, deciding to grasp any chance of survival. "Before I left for Nanhua City, I overheard my uncle say there’s a big deal coming up soon, just south of Golden Mountain Pass, at an unknown mountain trading site!"
"Heh, that information is of no value to me," Mo Ming sneered. "I am merely a businessman in real estate; I have no interest in drug deals. Therefore, this information cannot save your life."
"Please don’t kill me..."
Mo Ming ignored the pleas for mercy. His right hand shot out like a venomous snake and seized Maurel's neck. Just as he was about to exert force, Maurel mustered his last bit of strength in an attempt to seize any opportunity for survival.
"Actually... I am..."
Upon hearing Maurel's words, Mo Ming released his grip on Maurel, but just at that moment, several cold flashes came rushing toward him. Mo Ming quickly reacted and dodged those cold flashes.
"Ah!"
The cold flashes embedded themselves into Maurel's body; they were small knives. In fact, just one would have been enough to be fatal, but the assailant had unleashed so many, clearly worried that Maurel wouldn't die immediately.
"Who!"
A shadow flickered in the alley ahead. Mo Ming no longer paid attention to Maurel's corpse and chased after that direction. Exiting the alley, he saw the figure turn left at the corner.
At that moment, police sirens blared in Thailand, indicating that someone had witnessed the incident in the alley and called for help. Mo Ming decided not to think about who that shadow was and hurriedly fled the scene.
He ran all the way to a safe area before finally stopping, frowning as he thought, "What did Maurel mean by his last words? Why would someone want to kill him?"
With no leads and pointless speculation, Mo Ming hated thinking about problems this way. It was better to fill his stomach first; whatever needed to be dealt with could wait until he was full!
...
"Boss, give me your best food and the most delicious wine!" Mo Ming walked into a small local eatery in Thailand and shouted at the young man playing on the computer at the counter.
The young man didn't even glance at Mo Ming and impatiently shouted back, "Boss, one plate of ant eggs and Sangria!"
"Wait a minute, ant eggs?" Mo Ming widened his eyes and quickly glanced at the menu hanging high on the wall. He grimaced and said, "Forget the ant eggs; just give me minced meat with sticky rice instead, Sangria as usual."
Seriously, did the flavors here have to be so intense? The best dish was ant eggs! Who could eat that?
"You really are a hassle!" The young man turned around and shot an annoyed glare at Mo Ming. "Boss, no ant eggs; this guy can't handle it and wants to switch to minced meat with sticky rice!"
Is this the legendary "Spending Money to Seek Trouble"?
Mo Ming was instantly furious, unable to believe that he was looked down upon by a mere fifteen-year-old boy. He said, "Brat, didn't your mom ever tell you that the customer is king?"
The young man clearly took issue with Mo Ming's words. He threw down his mouse, stood up abruptly, and glared at Mo Ming, raising his voice, "Try saying that again!"
Suddenly, several fifteen-year-old brats rushed out from the surrounding streets, armed with knives and iron rods. The most outrageous one even dragged a chair along with him.
"Damn. I didn't expect you to be the local tyrant here!" Mo Ming casually glanced at the approaching brats, a smirk on his face. "Big brother doesn't like hitting kids; you should hurry home and do your homework."
"Brothers, this kid looks down on us! We have to teach him a lesson!" The local tyrant shouted, and his companions charged at Mo Ming with their weapons.
A minute later, each of the kids wore black glasses, standing in a line before Mo Ming with their heads bowed. The local tyrant held his swollen face and cried out, "Don't get cocky! When Poison Brother comes back, you're finished!"
"You little brats deserve a beating. I didn't want to hit you kids at first, but since you insisted on attacking me, I can only teach you a lesson," Mo Ming laughed a few times. "So, is there any other Poison Brother who wants to get hit? Just shout it out; I'll educate you all."
"You better leave quickly; otherwise, Poison Brother will definitely give you a good lesson. He's really tough; you definitely aren't his match!" the group of brats replied in unison.
"Is that so?" Mo Ming suddenly became interested. "Then I'll just sit here and wait for your Poison Brother to come back. I want to see how tough he really is."
At that moment, a woman came out carrying a plate with a bowl of minced meat rice and a bottle of homemade liquor. Upon seeing the state of the kids and the local tyrant's miserable condition, she gasped and dropped the plate.
"Song En, what happened to you?"
The local tyrant was named Song En. He pointed at Mo Ming with a look of grievance and said, "It's this guy! He hit me!"
The woman looked at Mo Ming but did not rush to defend her son. She assessed Mo Ming with a kind expression and said, "I'm sorry; it must have been Song En's fault earlier that upset you. I hope you won't take it to heart."
"Uh..." Mo Ming did not expect the woman to say that, and he felt a bit embarrassed, unsure of how to respond. Fortunately, at that moment, Song En pouted in anger and said, "Boss, it was clearly him who hit us! Why should we apologize to him?"
"Oh? Who is so bold as to hit our little tyrant Song En?"
As soon as Song En finished speaking, a voice came from nearby. The group of brats who had just been taught a lesson by Mo Ming looked over with glee, as if to say: just wait to be taught a lesson yourself!
"Poison Brother, you're back!" Song En ran over and hugged a handsome young man with bangs, a pointed chin, and a slightly mischievous smile.
The moment Mo Ming saw the young man, a smile appeared on his face as he walked over. The young man also stood there smiling as Mo Ming approached.
Song En tugged at the young man's shirt and said, "Poison Brother, this guy just hit me!"
"Poisonous Madness, I was planning to grab a bite before looking for you. I didn't expect to find you here," Mo Ming said lightly. The young man in front of him was indeed Poisonous Madness!
Poisonous Madness shook his head with a wry smile and said, "That old monster Tate is causing too much trouble; I can't stay anywhere in the hotel. I can only hide here. Song En's family has been really good to me."
"Ah?" Song En was a bit surprised. He glanced at Poisonous Madness and then at Mo Ming. "Poison Brother, you two know each other?"
"Of course we do; he's my boss. Hehe, Song En, I can't beat him, so I'm afraid I can't help you get revenge," Poisonous Madness said with a laugh as he patted Song En on the head.
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