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The car drove away from the city center and stopped in front of a villa on the mountain. Mo Ming quickly glanced around and realized that this place was secluded, a perfect spot for murder where no one would know if someone died.
Moreover, there were several armed patrols in plain sight, and many snipers hidden in the shadows. The security was so tight that even a mosquito daring to fly in would likely be shot down.
Zuo Tai opened the car door and emotionlessly said, "Jiang Zong, we have arrived. It's time to get out."
"What kind of game is Taylor playing? Has he discovered my true identity and wants to end my life here?" Mo Ming pondered Taylor's intentions as he stepped out. After all, he had faced challenges before and was not afraid.
"Ha ha, Young Master Taylor is indeed wealthy; such a fine place is rarely enjoyed by anyone other than him," Mo Ming said with a slight smile, keeping his guard up as he surveyed the surroundings to familiarize himself with the terrain in case of an emergency.
"Yes, Jiang Zong, please this way," Zuo Tai glanced at Mo Ming with a blank expression, seemingly uninterested in engaging further, and replied coolly.
Mo Ming had no intention of being overly friendly, so he silently followed Zuo Tai into the villa, noticing armed guards stationed at intervals.
Such caution suggested that an important figure was present; normally, a residence wouldn't have so many guards.
Upon reaching the villa's hall, Mo Ming immediately spotted Taylor sitting on the sofa with a wine glass in hand. Upon seeing him, Taylor set down his glass and approached.
"Jiang Zong, I had Zuo Tai invite you here; did I scare you?" A smirk crept onto Taylor's face as a glint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. He waved his hand and said, "I have something to discuss with Jiang Zong. You all leave; no one is allowed to enter without my permission."
Mo Ming caught the hint of ruthlessness in Taylor's gaze and thought he might be targeted for assassination. Just as he was about to take action against Taylor, he heard Taylor instructing his subordinates to leave, which surprised him slightly.
Once everyone had exited, Mo Ming smiled lightly and said, "To be honest, I was indeed startled by those people's demeanor earlier. Ha ha, I wonder what Young Master Taylor wants to discuss with me here?"
Taylor's snake-like eyes fixed intently on Mo Ming's eyes without wavering for a moment. A slight smirk formed at the corner of his mouth—both proud and arrogant—as he burst into laughter upon hearing Mo Ming's words.
"Why is Young Master Taylor laughing?"
"Jiang Zong—oh no, I should call you Asura!" Taylor stopped laughing, his gaze sharp as a sword aimed directly at Mo Ming, eager to see how his expression would change.
At the moment his identity was revealed, Mo Ming felt a bit surprised, but he quickly regained his composure. Therefore, his expression did not change at all, only the corners of his mouth slightly lifted.
Mo Ming did not directly answer Taylor; instead, he walked over to the table, poured himself a glass of red wine, and plopped down onto the sofa, looking quite relaxed, without a hint of tension.
Mo Ming knew very well that if Taylor wanted to kill him, he wouldn't have withdrawn his subordinates to face him alone, unless Taylor was willing to go down together. Since Taylor had no intention of killing him, there was no need to be afraid and weaken his momentum.
"Truly worthy of being the Asura, your courage is remarkable. In such a situation, you can remain so calm; I admire you," Taylor said, narrowing his eyes and smiling with interest as he applauded.
Shaking his wine glass and finishing the red wine in one gulp, Mo Ming looked at Taylor and smiled slightly. "I also admire you, Young Master Taylor. I never expected you would discover my identity."
"That’s thanks to that fool Ken causing a ruckus. If it weren't for his appearance, I might still have been deceived by you. Asura, I must say, you performed exceptionally well; there were no flaws at all."
Mo Ming did not respond to Taylor's comment but took a sip of red wine instead. He leaned back against the sofa and lit a cigarette he had on him, taking a puff with an air of nonchalance.
"Aren't you curious how I figured it out?" Taylor asked in surprise. He thought Mo Ming would inquire about how he had uncovered the truth, but instead, Mo Ming remained silent and leisurely smoked; this was quite unusual.
Mo Ming exhaled a puff of smoke towards Taylor and smiled broadly. "If you want to say it, you should say it yourself; why should I ask?"
"Well, Asura, you're quite the intriguing man," Taylor said with a wry smile as he shook his head and sat down on the sofa. "Regarding that matter with Ken, you were too calm. A businessman with such boldness is rare; this made me somewhat suspicious. After going back, I had someone investigate and finally figured out your identity."
"Actually, I'm not curious about how you found out; I'm only curious about what you have to say next," Mo Ming replied lightly. "Let’s not beat around the bush; Young Master Taylor, just say what you need to say."
"..." It seemed that Mo Ming's response left Taylor somewhat speechless. After a moment of pause, he smiled and said, "Alright, let's get straight to our topic. Regarding the unpleasant matters we've encountered recently, I believe you came here for this reason as well?"
"Good to know. Because of your group of bastards, I specially disguised myself and flew over here. I didn't expect to end up in your hands now. So tell me how you want to resolve this—do you want to kill me?" Mo Ming remained calm even in the tiger's den and showed no fear at all.
"No. If I wanted to kill you, you probably wouldn't be sitting here but lying in a cold grave," Taylor shook his head and said. "I brought you here to resolve our conflict."
"Lying in a cold grave? That kind of desolation isn't suitable for me," Mo Ming sneered. "Are you sure that just because you want it, you can make me lie in a grave?"
"Isn't that so?" Taylor's eyes were filled with ferocity as his expression turned somewhat cold. "Perhaps you're strong, but right now your life is in my hands. It wouldn't be difficult for me to kill you; it would only take a snap of my fingers."
This is a blatant provocation. Taylor intends to give Mo Ming a warning to establish dominance, asserting that Mo Ming's life is in his hands, and he has the authority to decide if Mo Ming lives or dies.
"Please understand, my life is not something you can control!" Mo Ming's eyes sparkled with fierce energy, narrowing into a dangerous arc as he said, "And your life is in my hands. Don't believe me?"
Just as Mo Ming finished speaking, a glimmer of killing intent flashed in Taylor's eyes. Mo Ming moved swiftly, his right hand shooting out like a pair of sharp eagle claws, aiming for Taylor's neck.
"You might be underestimating me," Taylor replied calmly, a wicked smile curling at the corners of his mouth as he moved past the sofa to evade the attack.
Mo Ming was somewhat taken aback; it seemed Taylor was not just an intellectual powerhouse but also quite skilled physically. That last move would have caught anyone else off guard, given how quickly Mo Ming had acted.
"Not bad, but do you really think you're my match?"
Intrigued, Mo Ming pursued him, leaping over the sofa and launching a punch aimed at Taylor's face with incredible speed. Taylor barely had time to react and could only raise his hands to shield his face. He managed to block the blow but was forced back several steps.
Before Taylor could regain his balance, Mo Ming charged again, throwing a feint that made Taylor dodge just in time. In that moment of distraction, Mo Ming's right leg lashed out like a whip, striking Taylor hard in the waist and sending him flying.
"Shura truly lives up to its reputation; your skills are impressive!" Taylor hit the ground but quickly rolled back onto his feet. Though his waist throbbed with pain and his stance was slightly unsteady, the wicked curve of his smile remained. "Heh, bring it on!"
This time, it was Taylor who initiated the attack. Mo Ming stood firm without moving an inch, his eyes locked onto Taylor with an air of calmness on his face.
"Shura, are you looking down on me?"
Taylor assumed that Mo Ming was too disdainful to engage him. Anger flared in his eyes as he shouted and threw a punch filled with forceful energy at Mo Ming. Yet Mo Ming remained still and met the punch head-on.
Just before their fists collided, however, Taylor withdrew his punch to evade it. Taking advantage of the opening created by Mo Ming's extended arm, he executed a sweeping kick at lightning speed. This caught Mo Ming slightly off guard; he quickly leaped into the air and countered with a spinning kick.
Mo Ming's quick reflexes surprised Taylor, who hastily raised his hands to block. But as soon as Mo Ming landed, he pushed off the ground again and delivered a powerful kick to Taylor's chest.
The sequence of moves flowed seamlessly and rapidly; Taylor barely had time to react before he was struck hard in the chest and staggered back several steps, feeling a sharp pain radiate through him.
"You've surprised me; I didn't expect you to possess such skill. Your punches are strong and your footwork agile—this isn't Muay Thai but resembles some aspects of our traditional martial arts," Mo Ming commented coolly on Taylor's abilities. "However, you are not my match."
"Ha ha, I know you weren't using your full strength just now. Otherwise, I might have died at your hands," Taylor said, clutching his chest with a slightly bitter expression. "However, you can't easily kill me. The moment I give the order, you'll find yourself in a hornet's nest!"
"That's true. As soon as you shout, countless guns will be aimed at me. But do you think that by killing me, you can walk out of here?" Mo Ming replied with a hint of amusement at the corner of his mouth.
Upon hearing this, Taylor looked somewhat alarmed, narrowing his eyes slightly. "Are you trying to scare me?"
"I've done plenty of scaring before, but this time I'm serious," Mo Ming said meaningfully as he glanced outside. "Before coming here, I made other preparations. If you dare to touch even a hair on my body, my brothers will ensure you don't leave this place."
"Alright, you win." Taylor stared into Mo Ming's eyes for a while before sighing. "I didn't come here to kill you today; I want to have a good talk with you."
"Then let's talk. Don't try to intimidate me; I, Shura, have never fallen for that," Mo Ming replied as he returned to his previous position and lit a cigarette. "I hope you can give me a strong reason for peace; otherwise, we'll just be enemies."
"Is this your declaration of war against us?"
Mo Ming did not confirm or deny it. "What do you think?"
"I don't like answering questions like that, but I adhere to one principle: as long as we can become friends, I will resolutely avoid being enemies," Taylor said with a smile. "Don't worry; I believe I can give you a strong reason."
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