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Suddenly, Mo Ming heard footsteps approaching from outside, and there were quite a few of them. He furrowed his brows and harshly twisted Hebrew's arm, questioning, "Did you bring them here?"
"Oh God, weren't you the one who brought them?"
Just as Hebrew replied with frustration, the door was kicked open. Mo Ming didn't have time to deal with Hebrew and quickly hid. Hebrew, relieved, also found a place to hide. Both of them were on high alert for the newcomers.
As the door swung open, a group of people rushed in. Due to the sudden brightness, Mo Ming couldn't see them clearly at first. However, as his eyes adjusted, he noticed that the group quickly dispersed, clearly indicating that they were not friendly.
Mo Ming saw one individual approaching him, unarmed and without any firearms. From his gait, it was evident that this person was not an ordinary thug but someone who had undergone some training.
As the man got closer to Mo Ming, he swiftly reached out and grabbed the man's throat, not giving him a chance to speak. With a firm squeeze, the man immediately lost consciousness. Mo Ming dragged him into a shadowy corner and searched his body, finding only a dagger.
The absence of a gun was within Mo Ming's expectations; these guys were definitely not thugs from the Little Green Society. Their appearance here indicated they were enemies, but Mo Ming couldn't figure out who they were.
Hebrew's earlier comment confirmed that this group was not sent by him. The sudden appearance of these individuals meant they could only be sent by the Dark Order!
At that moment, a hearty laugh echoed through the silent warehouse, reverberating throughout the space.
"Xiu Luo, how about this opportunity for a backstab?" one man laughed maniacally. "It's a pity I didn't want to act so soon. Who knew Hebrew would be such a useless piece of trash? Too indecisive to take you out; I had no choice but to set this up!"
Hearing this, Mo Ming felt a chill run down his spine. No wonder Hebrew seemed unfazed; he truly had no idea he was being used as a pawn by the Dark Order. Now that Murong Lian was in their hands, Mo Ming was even more worried about her safety.
The earlier speaker's words were merely meant to provoke Mo Ming into revealing himself. He knew that in such a dark environment like the warehouse, it wouldn't be difficult for an assassination expert like Mo Ming to eliminate them. Therefore, he aimed to use provocation to force Mo Ming out into the open.
"What's wrong, Xiu Luo? Don't you care about Miss Murong's safety?" the man sneered. "She's not doing well at all; my subordinates are keeping an eye on her. I can't guarantee nothing will happen..."
Mo Ming clenched his fists tightly, struggling to suppress his urge to charge at that guy. With Murong Lian in their hands now, if he caused a scene over this matter and put her in danger, he would have no choice but to endure.
While someone distracted Mo Ming's attention, another person stealthily approached from behind with a dagger, intending to stab him several times. However, Mo Ming sensed it and quickly extended his leg to kick the hand holding the dagger, sending it flying away.
With a wave of his hand, Mo Ming transformed the dagger in his grasp into a streak of Cold Light, slicing through the throat of the man before him and sending him flying with a powerful kick.
The commotion immediately attracted many footsteps, and Mo Ming could hear people surrounding him from all directions. In such a perilous situation, he remained absolutely calm and quickly dashed in one direction.
As Mo Ming charged forward, a dangerous aura emerged. A swift punch aimed at his chest came out of nowhere. The attack was too sudden for Mo Ming to prepare; he attempted to dodge but was still struck on the shoulder.
Instead of retreating, Mo Ming retaliated with a kick that forced his opponent back. At that moment, he finally got a good look at the newcomer—a man with stubble and a heroic demeanor, whose eyes widened in surprise.
“It’s him; this guy must be the Stubbled Man who severely injured and kidnapped others. His strength is impressive. If I had taken that punch directly to my chest, it would have been disastrous.”
Noticing the fleeting look of surprise in Mo Ming's eyes, the Stubbled Man smirked slightly, a hint of mockery in his tone. “Shura, you probably haven’t heard of me, but I’m quite eager to spar with a master like you.”
“Ha! Didn’t your mother tell you that such thoughts can lead to injury?”
Mo Ming showed no fear, hiding his surprise as he caught sight of someone attempting to ambush him from behind. He quickly turned and thrust his dagger backward, striking down the person who had tried to sneak up on him.
Mo Ming's quick reaction left the dead man bewildered; he likely never understood what happened before becoming a cold corpse. The Stubbled Man stepped forward and threw a punch at Mo Ming.
“Hmph, Shura lives up to his name; you managed to notice that! I truly admire your keen observation skills,” the Stubbled Man said with a mocking smile as he launched another rapid attack at Mo Ming.
Mo Ming was not startled by the Stubbled Man's quick assault. He tilted his body to evade the attack; after all, someone capable of inflicting such severe injuries couldn’t be lacking in skill.
The Stubbled Man didn’t give Mo Ming any chance to catch his breath and charged again with another punch. This time, Mo Ming did not dodge but engaged directly with him. “You’ve been fishing for an advantage for so long; you should tell me who you are.”
“Regardless, today you’ll meet Yama. There’s no need for me to hide it from you anymore, Shura. You’ve probably guessed it already—yes, I am part of the Dark Order. You can call me Fierce. When you meet Yama, make sure to tell him who killed you!” the Stubbled Man sneered.
Mo Ming ignored Fierce’s words and moved strangely toward a seemingly weaker opponent. Surprisingly, this man showed no signs of panic and instead attacked.
However, such a minor player was no match for Mo Ming. In just a few swift moves, he slashed through the man's throat before he could utter a word. Fierce’s gaze turned cold; how could he feel comfortable knowing that Mo Ming had killed so many right before him?
"Hmph, you are the first person to dare to kill so recklessly in front of me!"
Fierce narrowed his eyes into a dangerous arc, then suddenly opened them wide. His speed increased rapidly, causing Mo Ming to feel pressured and pushed back. However, Mo Ming was like a spring; the stronger the opponent, the stronger he became!
In this situation, it was most appropriate not to reveal his true strength. Who knew if there were others lurking in the shadows? Mo Ming increased his speed, jumped back a step, and then quickly closed in on Fierce again, throwing a punch at his face.
Fierce disdainfully reached out to grab Mo Ming's wrist, but just as he was about to catch him, Mo Ming hurriedly withdrew his fist and struck Fierce in the waist with his other fist. Fierce did not expect Mo Ming to do this; not only did his intention miss, but he also took a punch for nothing.
"Truly a Shura; seeing you today makes me admire you even more. At your age, achieving this is already impressive," Fierce said, patting the spot where Mo Ming had hit him with a carefree smile. A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes as he closed in again.
"Why waste time talking? Don't you want to kill me and make a name for yourself?" Mo Ming coldly laughed as he exchanged blows with Fierce. "I'm right here; if you want it, come and take it!"
Fierce's men wanted to rush over to help but were stopped by Hebrew, who charged out from the shadows. Although Hebrew was injured, he could still handle these small fry.
"Shura, our duel isn't over yet. You'd better not die so easily at that person's hands!"
Mo Ming smiled at Hebrew and said, "You should take care of yourself first. I don't need your concern. Don't worry; I will personally end your life and won't keep you waiting too long."
"You two are staying here today; no one gets to leave!"
Fierce wore a sarcastic smile as he punched Mo Ming back and charged toward Hebrew. Hebrew was so engrossed in fighting that he didn't notice Fierce approaching until it was too late. He couldn't dodge and was directly hit by a punch.
"Ah!"
That punch landed on the side of Hebrew's abdomen and was incredibly painful. Even someone who could endure a lot of suffering like Hebrew couldn't help but scream. He lost his balance and felt another kick that sent him retreating again.
"Your opponent is me!"
Seeing Hebrew's plight, Mo Ming rushed over to stop Fierce from attacking further, saving Hebrew's life. He smiled and said, "I told you, your life can only be ended by me; no one else can take your name!"
"Hmph." Fierce snorted coldly, raising an eyebrow with a hint of anger in his eyes. It seemed he couldn't let this go without dealing with Mo Ming first. "Since that's the case, I have to get serious now. You must die, Shura!"
"There's no need for all that talk. Just show me what you've got!" Mo Ming replied dismissively, launching another punch at Fierce. Fierce's speed was noticeably faster, causing many of Mo Ming's punches to miss their target, but Fierce also found it difficult to land a hit.
The two fought at an incredibly fast pace, and in the dimly lit environment, it appeared somewhat chaotic. Mo Ming relied on his unique attack techniques to predict and catch Fierce off guard several times. Although he didn't land a fatal blow, he managed to inflict some minor injuries on Fierce.
Thanks to Hebrew assisting against the enemy's minions nearby, Mo Ming felt secure enough to engage Fierce one-on-one.
"Die!"
Neither could gain the upper hand until Fierce found an opening in Mo Ming's defense and landed a punch squarely in Mo Ming's stomach, causing his expression to change dramatically. Without giving Mo Ming a chance to recover, Fierce charged forward again.
Fierce unleashed a flurry of punches at Mo Ming. Although Mo Ming dodged several strikes, he still got hit by one of Fierce's punches.
"Hiss~!" Mo Ming couldn't help but gasp as Fierce's punch landed on him, causing immense pain. However, he didn't stop; instead, he quickly gathered his strength and retaliated with a punch aimed at Fierce's shoulder.
As Fierce staggered back, he swiftly kicked out, striking Mo Ming in the chest. Mo Ming stumbled back a few steps, feeling a rush of blood rise in his throat. Unable to suppress it any longer, he spat blood onto the ground. At the same time, Fierce also coughed up blood that trickled from the corner of his mouth.
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