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Mo Ming remained silent, sitting on the sofa and exhaling smoke, waiting for Taylor to provide a reason for reconciliation.
"The cause of the matter is that your 'Yihun' disrupted one of our business deals. You have nothing to explain about that, right?" Taylor walked over to the sofa, sat down, picked up a glass from the table, crossed his legs, and held the drink near his knee, clearly trying to appear cool.
"I won't explain. It's true that we disrupted your business, which is why things have developed into what they are today," Mo Ming said, swallowing hard, his lips curling into a smirk before flattening again.
"That's right. You initiated this and obstructed our financial flow. However, we don't intend to pursue your previous mistake. Instead, it is you who has repeatedly caused trouble around the Golden Triangle. Do you really want to be our enemy?" Taylor said with some agitation, his eyebrows dancing as if he was very displeased with Mo Ming's words, almost ready to throw the glass.
"What if I do want to be your enemy?" Mo Ming showed no signs of retreating and stood up defiantly. "Harming those close to me—this is what you call not pursuing it? It seems we have nothing left to discuss."
After saying this, Mo Ming ignored Taylor and turned to walk towards the door.
"Wait."
Mo Ming stopped in his tracks and turned back to look at Taylor, anger flickering in his eyes as he coldly laughed. "What? Young Master Taylor doesn't plan to let me leave alive? Do you want us both to perish?"
"That's not it." Taylor set down the glass, stood up, and looked at Mo Ming. "I think there’s a misunderstanding here. What you mentioned about harming your loved ones—I believe this is definitely a trap set by someone, aimed at causing mutual destruction between us."
"Oh?"
Mo Ming was provoked by Taylor's words; he hadn't considered this angle before. Now recalling his earlier suspicions, he realized that everything happening was just a scheme designed to incite conflict between him and Tate.
Taylor spoke sincerely: "Shura, I think we need to talk."
"Now that you mention it, I do feel it's necessary to talk. I really dislike feeling like I'm on the chopping block," Mo Ming walked back and sat down on the sofa. "The assassins in Nanhua City aren't sent by you, right?"
Without hesitation, Taylor shook his head in denial. "Of course not. Although our business was disrupted by you, my father doesn't intend to create another enemy; he plans to let that incident go. If there's a next time, we'll address it then."
"Do you know someone named Maurel?"
Upon hearing the name from Mo Ming, Taylor thought for a moment but confirmed he had no recollection of anyone by that name before answering: "I can't recall anyone by that name. Is there something wrong with him?"
"On the plane here, I met this person who openly admitted to trying to assassinate me. He kept saying he was the nephew of General Tait from the Golden Triangle. You really don't know him?"
"What a joke. As the legitimate son of Tate, I've never heard of this person. As for why he claims to be my father's nephew, it must be someone trying to sow discord between us and intensify our hatred."
Taylor showed no signs of evasion in his eyes; the eyes are the windows to the soul, and it's not easy to deceive others. Moreover, Mo Ming had some doubts about what had happened, which made him believe what Taylor said.
"Alright, I believe what you say." Mo Ming nodded, recalling Boss's death, and then asked, "You haven't sent anyone to assassinate me, or rather, your father's subordinates haven't sent anyone to do so without your knowledge?"
"Impossible. My father has a principle of not causing you trouble. Who would dare to defy his orders? If there is such a person, they can only be a traitor—a bastard who turns against his own!" Taylor assured him. "When we get back, I'll help you investigate. I hope you believe me; we haven't sent anyone to do anything against you."
"I don't think Young Master Taylor has any reason to deceive me. I believe this is just a misunderstanding."
Mo Ming didn't doubt Taylor's words; after all, he was part of a major force and had no need to deny something he had done. Furthermore, there were many suspicious points that seemed to point directly at Tate but were actually more questionable.
"Shura, you are a formidable enemy, but we are not afraid of you; our main goal is to make money and avoid unnecessary trouble," Taylor said calmly. "The situation is understood now; I think you can let your brothers stop harassing our business."
"Of course. Rest assured, if people don't offend me, I won't offend them. You seek your wealth; it has nothing to do with me. I have limited hands and can't control you," Mo Ming replied. "However, I need to clarify one thing: last time there was an issue with your business; someone sabotaged it—it wasn't that we wanted to take your goods!"
"Who?" Taylor was about to take a sip from his glass when he heard Mo Ming's words and stopped drinking. A murderous glint flashed in his eyes; being played like a fool by someone else was infuriating!
"As for them, I think Young Master Taylor has heard of them more than once or twice." After building suspense and piquing Taylor's curiosity, Mo Ming continued, "The terror organization 'Dark Order' that spans the underground world—I believe Young Master Taylor knows about them."
"Dark Order!" A fierce glint appeared in Taylor's eyes as he furrowed his brow tightly. "They are strong, but we have no grievances with them. Why would they want our goods?"
"Indeed, you have no enmity with them, but I do. The Dark Order wants to use any external force against us, including the biggest drug lord from the Golden Triangle who has absolute firepower."
When Mo Ming mentioned the Dark Order, he clearly exuded a murderous aura—vengeance for comrades lost in battle and for loved ones taken away; unless the Dark Order was completely eradicated, their righteous souls would not rest!
"I see now; they are quite cunning—playing us like puppets?" Taylor said angrily as he tightened his grip on the wine glass. He couldn't control his strength and shattered the glass in his hand. The shards cut into Taylor's skin, mixing red wine with blood that splattered everywhere.
"I wonder if Young Master Taylor is interested in collaborating to take revenge on the Dark Order?" Mo Ming thought that bringing Tate into their alliance would be beneficial, as it would strengthen their position against the Dark Order. After all, the Dark Order had deeply entrenched itself, and it wouldn't be easy to eliminate them with just righteous souls.
"The Dark Order has been using us, which is quite frustrating, but we shouldn't provoke such a fierce enemy," Taylor said with a wicked smile. "Give me a reason to collaborate, and then I'll tell you whether we should work together. The Dark Order's influence is too great; we don't want to offend them lightly."
"You have a big deal coming up recently, right?" Observing Taylor's surprised expression, Mo Ming confirmed the reliability of his information and chuckled, "It seems I wasn't wrong. You wouldn't be foolish enough to advertise something like a big deal everywhere, would you?"
"That's right. I won't hesitate to tell you that we do have a significant deal in the works," Taylor's surprise faded, replaced by his wicked grin. "Your reasoning is quite sufficient; I think we can discuss how to collaborate."
Mo Ming didn't directly state his intentions, but Taylor was no fool. A big deal was confidential; if there wasn't a leak, how could Mo Ming have gotten wind of it? This indicated that the Dark Order had someone planted within their ranks, which made Taylor feel a sense of crisis.
"Hehe, I didn't even finish speaking before Young Master Taylor said my reasoning was sufficient. Your brain's reaction speed is indeed impressive; no wonder you're called 'Little Genius,'" Mo Ming continued. "Choosing to be our partner will make you grateful for today's decision in the future."
"Maybe. I'd like to hear how you plan to take revenge on the Dark Order. If your plan doesn't suit my taste, I won't lift a finger," Taylor said as he dabbed at his bleeding wound with some tissue, a playful smile on his lips, clearly implying that if Mo Ming was foolish, their collaboration would end there.
"Don't worry; my strategy will definitely satisfy you."
...
An hour later, Taylor and Mo Ming emerged from the villa looking quite close. After sharing an embrace, Taylor leaned in and whispered in Mo Ming's ear, "Shura, I actually quite like you."
"What the hell! Get away from me, you creep! I don't like you!" Mo Ming felt goosebumps all over and quickly pushed Taylor away with a look of disgust. However, Taylor didn't mind and laughed heartily, saying, "I won't forget you."
"..."
After sending Mo Ming off in a car, Taylor waved with a sly smile and said, "Jiang Zong, I had a great time chatting tonight. If you need anything from me, I'll take care of it as soon as possible. I hope we can collaborate happily."
"Thank you, Young Master Taylor," Mo Ming replied as he couldn't wait to leave this place. He told the driver, "Take me back to xx Hotel. After talking all night, I need to go home and take a shower before sleeping!"
After leaving Taylor's villa, the driver took Mo Ming to xx Hotel. To show off his wealth, Mo Ming gave the driver a tip. The driver certainly wouldn't accept it at first, but Mo Ming insisted until he finally relented.
The driver accepted the money and drove away, probably thinking that Mo Ming was just a wealthy bumpkin.
As for what the other party thought, Mo Ming couldn't care less. He returned to his room and found that the Enchantress was not there. Earlier, he had instructed Poisonous Madness to follow her, so she probably hadn't returned yet.
Mo Ming didn't dwell on it too much. He took a shower in the bathroom, and when he came out, both Poisonous Madness and the Enchantress were waiting for him in the room.
"Boss, how did it go? Taylor didn't do anything to you, right?"
"I was scared to death, but luckily I managed to stay calm," Mo Ming said as he sat on the bed and dried his hair with a towel. "Taylor discovered my true identity, but fortunately, he intends to reconcile and doesn't want to be our enemy."
"What the hell? Reconcile my ass! He sent someone to assassinate my sister-in-law and killed Boss. How can we reconcile?" Poisonous Madness was the first to disagree. The grudge against Boss had to be avenged, no matter who was responsible!
"Calm down a bit. We will definitely take revenge, but we need to target the right person. Taylor said that none of these things were done by them. I don't think he's lying; it’s likely another scheme by the Dark Order."
"Those bastards from the Dark Order!" Speaking of the Dark Order made Poisonous Madness furious since he knew that Boss was killed because of them. He exploded with anger and said, "We need to strike back; otherwise, the Dark Order will really think they can do whatever they want."
"Of course. I talked with Taylor about cooperating to deal with the Dark Order. With their help, I believe this time the Dark Order will suffer a big loss," Mo Ming said with a sinister smile. "Toxic Jar, inform Lion to get ready; we are going to give the Dark Order a gift."
"Got it! I'll go find Lion right now." Hearing that they were going to give the Dark Order a proper gift excited Poisonous Madness. Without lingering any longer, he rushed out eagerly.
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