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Injured, all Mo Ming could do was stay here to recuperate and wait for the support from Lion and the others. At that time, they could coordinate their efforts to escape from here, which was Mo Ming's current plan for getting out.
Miyu thought she was in a remote place where no one could find her, but she was mistaken. It was easy for Lion and the others to locate Mo Ming without needing any spies; they could easily pinpoint Mo Ming's location.
This was not a miraculous feat, as Mo Ming had a miniature tracker implanted in her body. Finding Mo Ming was not difficult at all. Initially, every member of the "Yihun" organization had one so that if any member went missing, they could be located. With the tracker, as long as there was satellite coverage, they could always be found.
Thanks to the help of the miniature tracker, outside the villa at this moment, Lion and Fallen Star were lurking nearby. Every movement outside the villa was under their surveillance.
Not long after Mo Ming was brought here, Lion and his companion had already tracked her down. Surviving on military-grade compressed biscuits and two bottles of water, they had managed for several days, hiding well. Even though they were not far away, the Heavenly Ninja Group had no clue about their presence.
As they watched Miyu leave in a car, their attention shifted to Yamamoto Kyouka and Shizuka Domoto. Lion and his companions had already identified these two skilled individuals, which was why they had not rushed into action.
The villa was heavily guarded with several machine guns stationed around and snipers occupying high points; it would be impossible to act without being detected. They needed to wait until Mo Ming's injuries healed a bit before making their move. At that time, rescuing Mo Ming would be easier.
“Lion, when are we going to act?” Fallen Star asked impatiently. “Our boss has been captured for several days now; if we don’t act soon, he might be in danger.”
“The boss is not in any immediate danger right now. I’m not sure why this group of Little Devils captured him, but Reed has never shown up here, which is strange; it seems like they are not working together. That’s why I haven’t let the Dragon Soul Gang brothers act recklessly,” Lion replied, shaking his head. “Let’s wait three more days. There’s no rush; once the boss is feeling better, we’ll make our move.”
“Alright then, I’m just anxious. Given the current situation, we can only wait a bit longer. That detestable Yamamoto Kyouka at the entrance is indeed tough to deal with,” Fallen Star remarked. “I never expected to encounter someone like her from the rumors; acting rashly would definitely be unwise.”
Lion and Starfall were not unconcerned about Mo Ming’s safety; their hesitation to act immediately stemmed from careful consideration. The people surrounding the villa were not incompetent; it was clearly impossible to rescue someone without being noticed. Even if they managed to eliminate all enemies inside and outside the villa by forcefully intervening, there was a risk that the opponents might harm Mo Ming out of desperation.
After all, Mo Ming was injured and lacked self-defense capabilities; it wouldn’t be difficult for them to inflict harm on her. Moreover, carrying an injured person while facing strong opponents felt like carrying a burden—certainly not a wise decision.
Thus, usually reckless Lion became cautious and prudent this time around. He decided against rushing in to save her and planned to wait until Mo Ming's condition improved before seeking an opportunity to act; this would significantly increase their chances of safely rescuing her.
Lion and Starfall's current mission was to monitor the villa's movements closely and wait for the right moment. When they decided to act, Night Peak would bring reinforcements quickly. Their operation needed to be swift and unexpected; they had to rescue Mo Ming before anyone noticed them.
Another six days have passed.
Due to Mo Ming's physical strength being above average, the knife wounds on his body have nearly healed under the care of the doctor hired by the Heavenly Ninja Group. Even when he exerted himself, the pain from the wounds was not too severe.
During these six days, Miyu had not appeared again. The room where Mo Ming was held was unusually quiet; aside from the doctor and the person delivering meals, Yamamoto Kyouka and Shizuka Domoto had hardly shown up.
"This Heavenly Ninja Group is too careless. Do they think these iron cuffs on my hands and feet are secure?" Mo Ming attempted to test the sturdiness of the cuffs, which excited him greatly. The cuffs were nothing special; they were made of a material similar to that of police handcuffs. They could restrain an average person, but they were not much of a hindrance for Mo Ming.
As long as he wanted to break free from these cuffs, it would be an easy task, just like how he easily broke his handcuffs before. However, Mo Ming knew that every move he made was under the watchful eyes of Yamamoto Kyouka and Shizuka Domoto. At the slightest sign of trouble, they would rush over immediately.
For Mo Ming, who had regained his strength, encountering Yamamoto Kyouka again did not mean he could kill her, but he was confident he could avoid being harmed by her. His previous defeat was largely due to his lack of stamina, which severely limited his abilities.
Thinking about the knife wounds on his body made Mo Ming's blood boil with rage. A flash of fierce battle intent crossed his eyes; a wound is remembered for a lifetime, and remembering failure serves as a catalyst for growth!
"Hmph, Yamamoto Kyouka, I will reclaim the humiliation from our last encounter. What kind of strong enemies have I not faced? One victory or defeat does not matter to me; what matters is who laughs last!"
A naive boy growing into a figure that shocks countless people around the world as the Killing God is not achieved in a single step. The experiences along the way must be profound; there have certainly been failures and formidable foes. Yet Mo Ming has persevered with extreme tenacity, improving himself with each battle.
While Yamamoto Kyouka's swordsmanship is exquisite, Mo Ming's strength is not weak either. When it comes down to actual combat, who would win or lose remains uncertain. However, after several days of recuperation and reflection on Yamamoto Kyouka's sword techniques, it seems that he has grasped some of their shortcomings.
In their next confrontation, Mo Ming is confident that he will not allow Yamamoto Kyouka to gain any advantage. As for who will win or lose, that remains to be seen; after all, the gap in strength is not vast, and victory or defeat will depend on their performance in that moment.
The sound of the door opening echoed once more.
Mo Ming tilted his head towards the entrance, a glint of killing intent flashing in his eyes.
"Shura, it's been a few days since we last met. Have you missed me?" Miyu walked in slowly, a smile on her lips that captivated countless men, yet it disgusted Mo Ming. A woman could be seductive, but she should not be vulgar.
Miyu had become so seductive that it was downright vulgar!
Accompanying Miyu was the expressionless Yamamoto Kyouka.
"I've actually enjoyed the peace these past few days. All I've done is sleep, so why would I have time to think about a beast?" Mo Ming's tone dripped with sarcasm; he made no effort to hide his disdain for a woman like Miyu.
"You..." Miyu was quite angry, but soon revealed a sinister smile. "It's been a few days, and you still haven't changed. You start off by hurling insults at me. But that's fine; later, I will make you feel even less than the 'beast' you call me."
"Hah, so you admit you're a beast?" Mo Ming scoffed, his expression shifting instantly as a cold light flickered in his eyes. "Whatever tricks you have up your sleeve, go ahead and use them. If I submit to you, then I truly am a turtle bastard."
"Shh..." Miyu placed her finger over Mo Ming's lips. "Don't be so quick to speak. Otherwise, if you do submit later, you'll really become a turtle bastard. I don't want the man I value to turn into one."
After saying this, Miyu laughed triumphantly and pulled out a bottle of black medicine from her pocket, shaking it in front of Mo Ming as she said, "Shura, do you know what I plan to do next?"
"I think it's time for you to take your medicine today," Mo Ming replied with a sarcastic smirk.
"Yes, take your medicine. But it's not just any medicine; it's you, Shura. You need to take this pill. After taking it, you'll beg me for help because only I can alleviate your suffering and save your life." Miyu smiled without anger as she poured out a small red pill from the bottle, about the size of a mung bean.
This was definitely not poison; Miyu's goal was not to kill him. A thought flashed through Mo Ming's mind as he frowned deeply. Given Miyu's lewd nature, the pill in her hand was surely some kind of aphrodisiac.
Seeing Mo Ming's furrowed brow, Miyu approached him and held the pill up to his nose, lightly brushing past him with a flirtatious smile. "You guessed it, right? Hah! Men are all hypocrites; even if they resist their nature when it comes to women, once they take this pill, that defense will no longer exist."
"I never expected you would resort to such despicable means. You degrade yourself like this and think it's honorable?" The murderous intent in Mo Ming's eyes overflowed; Miyu's actions had thoroughly angered him.
At this moment, Yamamoto Kyouka was nearby. If Mo Ming managed to break free from the iron clasp, he definitely wouldn't be able to kill Miyu, and by then, he would have lost even the chance for a surprise attack. At this time, he had to endure and wait for Yamamoto Kyouka to leave!
"I don't want to waste words with you. Once you take this pill, let's see if you can still speak so righteously!" Miyu attempted to force the pill into Mo Ming's mouth, but he twisted his head, refusing to give her the opportunity.
Miyu was a bit angry and instructed Yamamoto Kyouka beside her, "Kurogane, come over and help me hold his head. I must make him take this medicine!"
"This..." Yamamoto Kyouka felt extremely reluctant about this despicable act.
"What are you waiting for?" Miyu said somewhat displeased. "Do you intend to defy my orders?"
Yamamoto Kyouka immediately fell silent and stepped forward to pry Mo Ming's mouth open.
"Let's see how you resist!" Miyu threw the pill into Mo Ming's mouth. The moment the pill met his saliva, it melted instantly and flowed directly into Mo Ming's stomach, giving him no chance to resist at all.
"Alright, Yamamoto Kyouka, you can leave now. Turn off the surveillance cameras. No one is allowed to approach this room without my orders. Understood?" Miyu said with a satisfied smile.
"Yes." Yamamoto Kyouka did not like this scene at all. He responded and quickly left, shutting the door behind him. He conveyed Miyu's orders to his subordinates, the Brothers, and soon everyone guarding outside the room retreated.
"How do you feel?" Miyu looked at Mo Ming's instantly changed expression and laughed. "Do you feel uncomfortable all over, as if countless ants are crawling all over you, feeling hot and excited?"
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