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"Well, he is an extremely dangerous guy, so instruct them not to get too close or conduct any overt investigations, lest they alert the snake by stirring the grass."
Mo Ming nodded and said, "As long as there is news, notify me immediately. Don't rush into action."
Regarding Hebrew, He Yunsong had looked over the information and was somewhat informed. His track record was almost impeccable; he had never failed a mission as a killer.
Of course, Hebrew had made mistakes before and had nearly lost his life, but very few people knew about it, so the records still showed no failures.
"I know that those little brothers might not be great at fighting or killing, but they are somewhat useful for investigations. As long as they are in Nanhua City, it shouldn't be hard to find them."
He Yunsong nodded and said, "I'll have Zuo Dun find someone to handle this matter."
"Yeah, tell Zuo Dun to be careful and not to act personally. I don't want to lose a good brother."
Mo Ming didn't have much interaction with Zuo Dun but regarded him as a good brother and certainly didn't want him to take risks.
"I'll let him know. Oh, by the way, how's Silver Wolf doing?"
Thinking about how long it had been since he last saw Silver Wolf, He Yunsong asked.
"Life there must be tough, but that kid has managed to pull through. Now his ranking is second; he's improved a lot compared to before."
He Yunsong felt relieved and said, "Tell that kid to work harder and not slack off. If he doesn't come back with first place, I won't let him off the hook!"
"That's a bit difficult; there's a freak in there. I've heard that Silver Wolf has lost his temper because of him." Mo Ming chuckled and said, "But if you dare to laugh at him, you'd better watch out for him!"
"Alright, I want to see if he has enough strength to take me down." He Yunsong laughed heartily, seemingly confident in his own abilities.
Recalling the moves He Yunsong displayed when he taught that Azure Bull a lesson, there seemed to be a foundation of domestic martial arts. Since Mo Ming had never seen He Yunsong truly in action, he wasn't sure how effective it was, but he figured it couldn't be too bad.
"I've always been curious, if Huang Siye taught you martial arts, then how skilled is he?" Mo Ming remembered how Huang Siye used to walk silently, without a sound; it must have been a form of Lightness Skill, though not as exaggerated as walking on water.
Mo Ming also practiced Lightness Skill; it was about even breathing and making his steps lighter, but he didn't possess the ability to fly through the air. However, his jumping ability was stronger than average.
"Well, Fourth Master was originally a monk from Shaolin, but his personality didn't quite fit with the Buddhist way, so he returned to secular life early."
He Yunsong explained, "My martial arts weren't taught solely by Fourth Master; Seventh Master also taught me. He's a master himself, an impressive old Taoist from Wudang who broke some rules and got expelled. At that time, he was considered the strongest in Wudang."
"Ah, no wonder..."
Mo Ming recalled that night when he was intimate with Jun Qianqian and how Lord Qian had appeared at the door without him noticing. It was partly because Lord Qian had some skills, but also because Mo Ming's awareness was weak at that moment.
Noticing something off in Mo Ming's expression and sensing that the conversation was unfinished, He Yunsong curiously asked, "Hey, what do you mean by 'no wonder'?"
"It's nothing; I just said it casually. Anyway, today I'm here to practice boxing with you. Can you teach me some boxing techniques?" Mo Ming felt a bit awkward and quickly changed the subject.
He Yunsong looked at Mo Ming suspiciously and smirked, "Alright then, I'll play the role of a big guy and teach you some infamous Shura boxing."
...
In a tightly guarded prison in Nanhua City, Yang Yuan sat alone in his cell, looking somewhat dejected. He had clearly lost weight, and his eyes were hollow and lifeless. It seemed that the recent events had taken a significant toll on him.
Deep in his heart, Yang Yuan harbored a deep-seated grudge against Mo Ming, a bitterness that he could no longer avenge. This anguish kept him from sleeping peacefully every night, leaving dark circles under his eyes that were almost frightening, as if they were about to seal his eyes shut.
Every day, Yang Yuan lived in hatred, unable to let go of his resentment towards Mo Ming for even a second. He vowed that as long as he had the chance to escape, he would seek revenge on Mo Ming.
However, trapped in this cold iron cage with no one outside to help him, escaping was far from easy. As he thought about this, Yang Yuan couldn't help but laugh at himself mockingly.
At that moment, the dimness of the prison was pierced by a small beam of light filtering through the cracks, gradually growing brighter and forcing Yang Yuan to shift his gaze elsewhere.
"Hey, it's mealtime. I advise you to eat first before doing anything else. Living like this all day long isn't worth it; you might as well just crash into a wall and end it," someone said.
Yang Yuan exploded in anger, "Get lost! Take your food and get out of here!"
"I can't be bothered with you. The food is right here; whether you eat it or not is up to you!" The person ignored Yang Yuan's fury, sneering as they closed the food delivery window.
"Mo Ming, you bastard! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have to endure this humiliation!" Seeing his own powerless state made Yang Yuan furious enough to quickly stride over and kick the food over.
Living in such a prison was a constant humiliation for someone who had once been a nobleman like Yang Yuan. If it weren't for the hope of one day escaping to take revenge, he would have already ended his own life.
To his surprise, when he kicked over the food, there was a note inside. Shocked yet excited, Yang Yuan crouched down and opened the note.
After reading its contents, the sorrowful expression on Yang Yuan's face vanished, replaced by a sinister smile. He crumpled the note in his hand and swallowed it.
"Mo Ming, if heaven won't let me die, just wait! As long as I, Yang Yuan, am alive in this world, you can forget about living peacefully!"
The note was anonymous but conveyed that someone would come to rescue him at midnight and urged him to be prepared.
This gave Yang Yuan a glimmer of hope for revenge, how could he not be happy about it? Mo Ming, in his heart, was now filled with extreme hatred!
Time passed slowly, and the guards of the prison had not yet realized that something significant would happen tonight; their arrangements were just like any other day.
The security here was tight, with patrols inside and outside, leaving no dark corners for anyone to exploit. Even a mosquito would find it extremely difficult to escape.
As the clock approached midnight, a group of people passed through layers of inspections and entered the innermost part of the prison.
These were the replacements for the shift. The leader of the group had rough black stubble, looking somewhat unkempt but giving off a vibe reminiscent of a seasoned ancient hero.
Upon reaching the prison where Yang Yuan was held, the heroic-looking man chuckled and said, "Brothers, you’ve worked hard. We’re here to give you a chance for liberation."
"Why did you come so early today?"
The leader of another team looked at the Stubbled Man suspiciously. Such a grueling task usually meant teams would arrive late if possible; it was unlikely they would come early to take over.
"Ah, it’s just that we were bored. Thinking the time was almost up, I brought my brothers over. What’s wrong? Do you still want to hold on for a while longer?"
The Stubbled Man chuckled, "No worries, if you want to stay longer, we can just wait over here."
"No, no, no! That’s not what I meant. I just found it a bit strange. It’s rare for brothers to take such good care of us; how could we refuse your kindness?"
The leader waved his hand and laughed. If they could leave early, who would want to stay here? Only someone out of their mind would do that!
"Alright then, we’ll keep watch here. You can rest assured; not even a mosquito will get in!" The Stubbled Man confidently patted his chest and assured them.
"Thank you, brother. You've worked hard, everyone. It's rare to find such understanding among you. Next time, I promise to take over a bit earlier."
The leader thought about his wife waiting alone at home, filled with gratitude as he looked at the pair brought by the Stubbled Man. He then said to his teammates behind him, "Brothers, it's not often we have someone to take over early, so let's leave now."
Who would oppose such good fortune? They immediately followed their leader. However, after just a few steps, the leader seemed to remember something.
"Wait, something feels off with the numbers?"
Realizing this, the leader's eyes widened in shock, but a sharp pain shot through his heart. As he instinctively turned to look at the Stubbled Man, he discovered that his brothers were all dead.
"Why..."
The Stubbled Man sneered, "No need for explanations; any fool can see it was a prison break. Sorry about that."
In fact, before the Stubbled Man could finish his sentence, the leader was already dead. The Stubbled Man signaled to one of his companions, who immediately understood and searched the leader's body, retrieving a set of keys.
"Hurry and rescue them. Once they're out, we need to leave quickly; our identities will be exposed soon," the Stubbled Man instructed urgently.
Their identification documents were all fake. When they entered, hackers had already breached the prison's system, allowing them to come in without obstruction. However, time was limited; they needed to act fast or they wouldn't make it out.
After unlocking the cells of Yang Yuan, Lingyun Tian, and Liu Hu, the three emerged from the dark rooms. They had been prepared ever since receiving the note.
"Who are you? Why are you rescuing us?" Lingyun Tian asked as he looked at the unfamiliar group led by the Stubbled Man. He felt puzzled; they were strangers and there seemed to be no reason for a prison break.
The Stubbled Man smiled with a hint of mischief and said, "Who we are can wait until we're out of here. But I can tell you this: we want to give you a chance for revenge!"
"As long as I can get my revenge, I don't care what you want to do, just kill that bastard Mo Ming!" Yang Yuan gritted his teeth in hatred upon hearing the word 'revenge.'
"Put on the clothes and wear the identification. We need to hurry and leave; otherwise, we won't be able to escape!" the Stubbled Man said again.
Immediately, the three companions handed Yang Yuan the prison uniforms and forged identification for the three of them.
Yang Yuan and his companions wasted no time and quickly changed into the clothes, following the Stubbled Man out of the prison. They passed through without any suspicion along the way.
The plan was quite perfect; it was shift change time, so no one would suspect them leaving together.
Meanwhile, in a private VIP room at the Phoenix Grand Hotel, Mo Ming, who was sound asleep, received a phone call. As soon as he answered, Ji Yue's urgent voice came through.
"Mo Ming, I just received news that Yang Yuan's gang has escaped from prison. The police are currently searching for them. I think he might come looking for you first. If you have any information, please notify me immediately and don't act on your own."
Mo Ming didn't say anything in response; he temporarily agreed to Ji Yue's request before hanging up. He immediately called Liufeng and instructed him to send people to watch Murong Lian's house. If Yang Yuan showed up, they were to kill him without mercy!
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