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"Ha ha, are you trying to leave?" Liufeng immediately understood the intentions of the Stubbled Man and quickly chased after him.
"I want to leave, but I’m afraid you really can’t stop me, Liufeng. If I get the chance, I will deal with you personally," the Stubbled Man said dismissively, glancing at the approaching Liufeng before turning and running away at great speed.
"Stop right there!"
The Stubbled Man was indeed fast, and Liufeng thought it would be difficult to catch up. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he suddenly threw several flying knives, which shot towards the Stubbled Man like meteors.
The Stubbled Man moved in a strange manner, dodging all the flying knives. Soon after, he disappeared at the entrance. Fearing that it was a ploy to lure him away, Liufeng did not pursue but instead approached Nüe, crouching down to check his injuries. His condition was serious; his sternum was broken, and he likely had some internal injuries as well.
Although Liufeng had not engaged directly with the Stubbled Man, it was clear that the Stubbled Man still held some fear of Liufeng. Otherwise, he would have dealt with him right then and there. This indicated that Liufeng's true strength was not far from that of the Stubbled Man; it was hard to say who was stronger or weaker.
"You’re hiding your strength and deliberately avoiding challenging Shura?" Nüe said with a bitter smile. "I've fought him before; he's not as formidable as that Stubbled Man. Are you afraid that defeating him would discourage him and leave him unable to recover?"
After today’s events, he realized just how inadequate his own strength was. He had once thought he possessed enough power to surpass Liufeng, but it now seemed laughable; the gap was still so evident.
In response to Nüe's question, Liufeng coldly smiled and said, "You don’t understand; Shura is not as easy to defeat as you imagine. I didn’t challenge him because I’m not like you—I’m not a masochist. If I can’t win, why should I seek out suffering?"
"Can’t win?" Nüe frowned. "Are you kidding me? I've fought him; his strength is really just average. You can't possibly be unable to defeat him."
"Ha ha, so how is it? Are you dead yet?" Liufeng didn’t answer Nüe’s question but walked over with a slight smile on his lips. "You’re quite reckless; if you can’t win, why don’t you run?"
"I’m fine; I won’t die for now."
Nüe's face was somewhat pale. He had just had his sternum broken by the Stubbled Man and was still enduring excruciating pain. Gritting his teeth, he said, "But that woman was taken by them; I couldn’t stop it. My mission has failed."
"Hey, you did your best. After all, their strength is beyond what you can handle. It’s fine as long as there are no serious consequences. Now is not the time to assign blame but rather to think about how to resolve this issue. This is my second lesson for you: as a master, you must remain calm in any situation." Liufeng shook his head and didn’t scold Nüe for failing to protect someone; after all, it wasn’t entirely his fault—there was nothing he could do if he couldn’t win!
Now that Murong Lian had been captured, worrying about it would be pointless. Liufeng took out his phone and called Mo Ming to discuss possible solutions for this matter. Since they had taken Murong Lian, they were certainly trying to threaten Mo Ming; therefore, she should be safe for now.
Having just come out from Yan Gaofei's place, Mo Ming immediately called Haotian to briefly explain the situation and ask him to send someone over to handle it. Just as he was about to go with Lin Yuan'er to look at another property, his phone rang. Seeing that it was Liufeng, Mo Ming quickly answered.
"Liufeng, what happened?"
Under normal circumstances, Liufeng wouldn't take the initiative to call him. Now that he was calling, it must be something important. Mo Ming couldn't shake off a sense of foreboding, feeling disorganized and unable to pinpoint what the issue might be.
"There’s been an incident. Just now, Murong Lian was kidnapped and severely injured," Liufeng said succinctly. He could sense the anger rising from Mo Ming on the other end.
"Hebrew?" Just mentioning a name filled with rage sent a chill through Mo Ming. His face turned cold, and a murderous glint flickered in his eyes. If he weren't so furious, he wouldn't have this expression; he looked like a fearsome demon, instilling dread.
"I don't know if it's Hebrew's doing, but that guy is very strong. If it comes to a fight, I can't guarantee I would win."
"What does he look like?"
"A scruffy guy with a bit of an ancient swordsman vibe. I've never heard of this person before, but he's definitely powerful. Boss, have you heard of him?"
"I don't know him, but I will soon," Mo Ming's voice grew colder as he asked, "Do you know what kind of car they drove away in? I need to have someone help look for it."
"What kind of car did they use to kidnap Murong Lian?" Liufeng asked.
"They left in that woman's car," Liufeng replied without hesitation. "There were two of them: one was tall and skinny, not very impressive, but the Stubbled Man was terrifying."
"Boss, Liufeng said those guys drove away in Murong Lian's car. You should quickly send someone to track the direction the car went. I'll have Silver Wolf's crew get moving soon; you can start searching through other means for now," Liufeng urged.
"Got it!"
Mo Ming didn't say much more before hanging up on Liufeng. He then called He Yunsong and Yang Fan to report the license plate number and instructed them to send people out immediately to help search and notify him as soon as they had any news.
"Brother Mo, has Sister Lian run into trouble?"
Lin Yuan'er quietly listened to Mo Ming's phone conversation, feeling extremely worried about Murong Lian's safety. She could tell from Mo Ming's expression that Murong Lian was in a dangerous situation.
"Yes, she has been kidnapped," Mo Ming said, his face growing colder. He reassured Lin Yuan'er, "I will find her as soon as possible and won't let her get hurt. Don't worry, Yuan, I'll take you back to Uncle's place; it's not convenient for me to have you with me."
"Okay, Brother Mo, you must rescue Sister Lian."
Lin Yuan'er nodded obediently without causing any trouble. She was concerned about both Murong Lian's and Mo Ming's safety, but being by Mo Ming's side would only become a burden to him. Therefore, she chose not to say much.
"This is what I owe her. If it weren't for me, she might be safer. My presence puts her in danger every day. This time, even if it costs me my life, I will save her."
After saying this, Mo Ming fell silent, but the car sped up unknowingly. He dropped Lin Yuan'er off at Fu Meng's house and drove away directly, hoping to take a chance and see if he could find something.
Not long after the car started moving, the phone rang. Initially thinking it might be news, he was surprised to see an unknown number calling. Mo Ming raised an eyebrow and answered the call.
"Shura, I think we need to settle our grievances today."
Mo Ming recognized the voice; it was Hebrew!
"What grievances? Come at me directly; kidnapping means nothing!" Mo Ming roared. "Have you lost your basic integrity after surviving death?"
"Oh my God, why are you so furious? Shouldn't it be me who's angry? I really don't understand what you're talking about," Hebrew replied with some annoyance. "I originally planned to return three bullets to you, but now it seems I need to add one more. Today, either you die or I die; I don't want to drag this out any longer."
"Stop pretending! If you want revenge, come at me directly; let her go! You can do whatever you want with her; I can give my life for hers!" Mo Ming tried to keep his tone friendly but couldn't control his inner rage, making his voice turn harsh.
"Shura, I want to kill not only you but also your dignity!" Hebrew emphasized. "Your life will end at my hands; there's no need for you to hand it over. Enough with the nonsense; I want you to come alone to the abandoned warehouse at the entrance of the Sancha Store. I'll be waiting for you!"
"Hey, wait!" Mo Ming wanted to say more, but Hebrew hung up on him. No matter how dangerous it was now, Mo Ming was determined to charge in alone; even if he died, he had to rescue Murong Lian!
The car quickly swerved through traffic and roared forward toward the Sancha Store without caring about traffic lights or rules, boldly speeding ahead.
Rushing forward, Mo Ming quickly arrived at the entrance of the abandoned warehouse at the Sancha store. He initially considered crashing straight in, but thinking about Murong Lian still being in the enemy's hands, he refrained from being reckless and executed a wild drift to a stop.
Mo Ming swiftly got out of the car and ran towards the warehouse door, kicking it open with a powerful strike. As the door swung wide, light flooded into the dark warehouse. Mo Ming immediately found a hiding spot to avoid any surprise shots from Hebrew.
"Hear me, Hebrew! You want my life, and now I’m here alone. If you’re still a man, let her go. You can settle our grievances however you wish, just don’t involve her!"
Mo Ming's voice echoed in the empty warehouse, and after a long silence, Hebrew finally responded.
"Xiu Luo, you’ve truly lost your mind. I can’t understand a word you’re saying today." Hebrew sneered coldly. "Not long ago, you shot me again and sent me to the gates of hell. I’ve spent a long time healing and have only just recovered. This hatred cannot be quelled even if you die a thousand times!"
"Heh heh, Hebrew, your actions today make me regret not shooting you more back then; otherwise, we wouldn’t be in this situation now." Mo Ming replied with a cold laugh. "I’m here now, Hebrew. What do you want?"
"I remember you have a saying: showing mercy to your enemies is cruelty to yourself. Regret won’t help you now; don’t think for a second that I’ll feel grateful. All I have for you is hatred—I wish to tear you apart!"
Mo Ming fell silent again, glancing around the pitch-black warehouse. It was difficult to discern Hebrew's location; even the source of his voice was hard to pinpoint due to the strong echoes. Mo Ming didn’t understand where Hebrew was, nor would Hebrew know where Mo Ming was.
"Why so quiet now, Xiu Luo? Are you scared?" Hebrew laughed maniacally. "Back then, you killed me with three bullets and blind shots. Today, I want to continue that battle. Let’s see whether God favors you or me, Hebrew!"
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