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The death of Boss hit Song En hard. His eyes were red, but no tears fell; a glimmer of stubbornness flashed in his gaze, which turned into a fierce glare directed at the man in black.
With his only relative lying dead before him, how could a young boy not feel hatred? The pain was truly indescribable, especially since just a moment ago, the person had been alive and now lay lifeless.
"Song En, do you dare to kill?"
Poisonous Madness squinted at Song En. No one could know the extent of the psychological pain this small boy endured to even entertain the thought of killing. Yet, a murderous aura emanated from his frail body.
"I dare!" After a long silence, Song En erupted, "I will kill them all to avenge Boss. Poison Brother, please let me take my revenge myself!"
"You don't need to ask me. If you want to do it yourself, I will certainly let you," Poisonous Madness replied calmly. "Just hope you won't regret it. After all, killing is not something trivial. You need to think carefully about whether you can bear it psychologically."
"I've thought it through." Song En glared hatefully at the man in black and declared, "I must avenge Boss. No matter what happens in the future, I have no regrets!"
"Toxic Jar, you don't need to say much. I can feel that Song En's desire for revenge is strong. Just let him go; this can be considered his first step. The road ahead may still be long," Mo Ming said as he patted Poisonous Madness on the shoulder.
"I understand." Poisonous Madness nodded and handed a gun to Song En, saying, "Use this to blow his brains out and vent your anger."
"No!" Song En resolutely refused, "Poison Brother, I don't need this. I want to end his life with my own hands; I can't let him die so easily!"
"Alright, how you want to kill him is up to you." Poisonous Madness was taken aback by Song En's response but soon a faint smile crept onto his face, though it quickly turned bittersweet as he turned to walk towards Boss.
Song En nodded, his small face filled with rage. His eyes sparkled with a fierce determination; they seemed somewhat hollow yet revealed a kind of ferocity. For someone so young, such an expression surprised Mo Ming.
"If this little guy receives proper training, his future achievements will surely shock everyone," Mo Ming thought as he observed Song En's every move.
Due to being afflicted by Poisonous Madness, I couldn't move at all. My eyes reflected Song En's slightly ferocious expression as he drew closer. The leader of the black-clad men, known for his ruthless killings, felt an inexplicable sense of fear!
"You killed my Boss!" Song En lunged at the black-clad man, throwing a series of punches at his face. The black-clad leader could only stand there and take the blows, unable to resist in any way.
...
Even Mo Ming couldn't remember how many punches Song En threw. In any case, by the end, the black-clad leader's face was deformed, shriveled like a deflated balloon. A killer who had taken many lives was beaten to death by a boy.
After burying the Boss, Mo Ming and Poisonous Madness took Song En and left before dawn, heading straight for the small village where Lion and the others were. Tate had gone too far, repeatedly provoking Mo Ming.
The soil still held some heat, especially considering that a man feared as "Asura" would not be without anger; otherwise, people would mock him as a coward who dared not fight back!
On an unnamed mountain in the Golden Triangle, there was a small village with about two hundred residents. The people here did not rely on poppy cultivation for their livelihood but instead farmed other crops to get by. As a result, life was somewhat impoverished.
The dilapidated houses that could collapse with a gust of wind showed that life was tough here. However, their ability to resist the temptation of high poppy prices indicated that the villagers had good hearts and did not build their happiness on others' suffering.
As soon as Mo Ming and Poisonous Madness entered the village, they immediately sensed a surge of killing intent around them, which quickly dissipated. Soon after, a group of people emerged from the houses in all directions.
One figure stood out: tall and muscular with long hair and a beard like a lion. His muscles were so massive that it seemed they could burst through his clothes with just a slight effort. He was Lion, a fierce muscle man.
Lion sized up Mo Ming and Song En. Since Mo Ming was in disguise, he didn't recognize him but sensed something familiar and asked, "Toxic Jar, who did you bring? Where's the boss?"
"Guess!"
Poisonous Madness looked at Mo Ming, and then the two burst into laughter. Song En, the little rascal, joined in, leaving Lion confused. Standing nearby, Afterimage, a bearded man resembling an uncle, frowned and said, “Toxic Jar, what are you laughing about?”
“Toxic Jar, are you asking for a beating? Hurry up and clarify, where's the boss?” Lion said loudly. “Don’t tell me he stood us up again!”
“Lion, do you really think I enjoy standing you up?” Mo Ming shot Lion a frustrated glance. “Can’t you speak properly? When have I ever stood you up?”
“Who are you? Boss!” Lion widened his eyes in disbelief and took a closer look, swallowing hard. “Oh, no wonder I felt a sense of familiarity; it turns out the boss has become handsome.”
“Get lost!” Mo Ming laughed and scolded. “What do you mean by becoming handsome? With this ghostly appearance, how can I compare to my own looks?”
“No way!” The brothers of “Yihun” replied in unison.
“Damn, after so much rehearsal, we could join a choir.” Mo Ming looked annoyed and pointed at the group. “You all did well; remember this, I will repay any grievances.”
“Boss, I didn’t say a word just now; don’t come after me for revenge.” Poisonous Madness raised his hand with a grin and distanced himself from Lion’s group, directly selling out his teammate.
“Toxic Jar, you really lack loyalty!” Lion cursed as he walked aside, revealing a smiling face to Mo Ming. “Boss, I actually think you were more imposing before.”
The members of “Yihun” cast disdainful glances at Lion and extended their middle fingers in contempt: “Come on!”
…
In a relatively large house surrounded by a small courtyard, under a nearly withered tree, there were wooden benches. The villagers had received their payment and wisely chose not to disturb Mo Ming and his brothers gathered together.
"Yihun" here consists of about fifty to sixty people, but aside from the six prominent figures—Poisonous Madness, Lion, Afterimage, Demon Slayer, Fallen Star, and Enchantress.
Enchantress, the only woman here, possesses enough strength to instill fear in many men. With her captivating eyes and alluring appearance, she hides a heart as venomous as a scorpion, and no one dares to provoke her casually.
The rest of the individuals are not particularly outstanding; they are still striving to rise through the ranks. Therefore, they have voluntarily stationed themselves around, knowing that strength speaks for itself, and they have no complaints.
After all, they are on someone else's turf and need to be cautious. However, even if Tate's crew dares to come, Mo Ming and others need not fear them. With over thirty submachine guns, five heavy machine guns, and enough weapons to arm a platoon, who would they be afraid of?
Our weapons are formidable, our confidence is solid; what do you want to do about it?
"Brothers, let me introduce our new member," Poisonous Madness said with a smile as he looked at Song En. "This is Song En, a tough kid. Don't bully him, got it? Otherwise, I won't let you off easily!"
"Damn it, Toxic Jar, you should know our rules here: those with ability have the say. No external support, understand?" Lion glared at Song En with fierce eyes. "Kid, if you join us, be prepared to suffer; Toxic Jar can't help you!"
"Heh heh, Lion, that kid's eyes clearly show he's not convinced," Afterimage sneered as he glanced at Song En. "He's definitely got some spirit. Don't worry; as long as you don't challenge anyone, being the last one in line means no one will bother you."
"Little brother, don't mind these two losers; I believe you'll surpass them in the future," Enchantress said as she walked over and patted Song En on the head with a smile, like an older sister.
"Enchantress, you woman! Who are you calling a loser?" Lion retorted defiantly. "I’ve never been a backup; every goddess has been head over heels for me!"
"Oh really? Are you trying to show off your achievements to your sister?" Seductive scoffed. "You might not be enough in fighting skills compared to me; what do you think you are?"
"..." Lion's face turned red as he shook his head with a wry smile. "Alright, you're good at this; I won't argue with you about it anymore. Kid, I'm looking forward to your challenges in the future."
No one expected the usually silent Song En to speak up, and his words left everyone present in shock: "I know big brother you are strong, but I won't give up. One day, I will become a man as strong as Poison Brother."
"Haha, good kid, you really have ambition!" Poisonous Madness came back to his senses and laughed heartily, saying, "You little ones better step up your training; if Song En surpasses you in the future, I wonder where you'll hide your faces!"
"Kid, Old Lion likes your spirit. Keep it up; I'm looking forward to your future performance." The Lion felt a bit of admiration for Song En's courage. Regardless of whether he was boasting or not, daring to say such bold words was not something just anyone could do.
"Song En is indeed very talented and has grit. I believe that as long as he is given enough time, he will definitely not fall short in the future." Having witnessed Song En kill a man in black with his fists, Mo Ming seemed to see a reflection of his younger self and began to value Song En.
"Boss, let's talk about how to deal with that old monster Tate!" The Lion's eyes flashed with a hint of ferocity as he said, "It's just a ruined business deal; does it warrant such desperation? How dare he mess with us? If he doesn't show some power, he'll never learn his lesson."
"You guys ruined over a billion in business for him; if Tate doesn't retaliate against you, then there's something wrong with his head."
Mo Ming shot the Lion a glare, his eyes suddenly filled with cold light. "My principle is this: if others don't offend me, I won't offend them. If that old man Tate wants to mess with me, that's one thing; but if he goes after my people, I can't just sit back and do nothing."
"We must take that old guy down; otherwise, our 'Yihun' will be laughed at as soft targets!" Afterimage said fiercely. "I've received news that Tate has a big deal coming up soon. Boss, should we stir things up?"
"I've also heard some rumors; Tate is indeed expecting a big transaction soon. However, we need to verify the reliability of this information before taking any rash actions." Mo Ming squinted his eyes into slits. "I feel like something is off about recent events; let's hold off for now and not rush into anything."
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