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Mo Ming and Jordan arrived at the basement where the "Yihun" training new members was taking place. There were still a group of people training, but they were all new faces, fresh recruits.
The members who had been with Red Ghost and Silver Wolf were all out searching for He Yunsong's whereabouts.
Silver Wolf stayed behind to train the new members and was also responsible for relaying information.
Jordan and Silver Wolf, having not seen each other for a long time, almost became teary-eyed while chatting about recent events.
They were men, and shedding tears was not something they would do, but Mo Ming knew that their emotions were deeply felt within.
Especially when discussing He Yunsong, the atmosphere turned particularly somber.
They were all brothers, and now that something had happened to He Yunsong, who was missing, it was natural for them to feel worried.
Mo Ming inquired about recent happenings in Nanhua City from Silver Wolf and Jordan, and they took turns sharing what they knew.
"It seems like nothing particularly special has happened," Mo Ming said, feeling somewhat informed about recent events.
Originally, Mo Ming wanted to check if there had been any conflicts between Lord Qian and Zhuge Sheng recently. However, from what Silver Wolf and Jordan said, Nanhua City was calm, with no major incidents occurring.
So why did Zhuge Sheng want to kill Lord Qian?
Mo Ming really couldn't figure it out. Before leaving Nanhua City, he had discussed matters with Zhuge Sheng, so Zhuge Sheng should have some reservations about him.
Moreover, with Lord Qian's reputation in the underworld, if the matter were to come to light, Zhuge Sheng would be subject to public condemnation and become a target of criticism.
"Think carefully again; is there really nothing else significant that has happened?" Mo Ming asked once more.
Murder has motives; that old fox Zhuge Sheng wouldn't act against Lord Qian without a compelling reason.
After Mo Ming's repeated inquiries, Jordan seemed to recall something and appeared thoughtful.
"Jordan, did you think of something?"
Seeing Jordan's expression, Mo Ming knew he had thought of something.
Jordan did not rush to answer Mo Ming's question and continued to ponder.
"I remember now!"
Jordan suddenly recalled, a look of joy spreading across his face.
Upon hearing Jordan's exclamation, Mo Ming and Silver Wolf held their breath, feeling an unusual excitement in their hearts.
Finally, this matter was about to have some clarity!
"Just two weeks ago, a group of Little Green Society's underlings were inexplicably taken out in the red-light district. All their tendons in their hands and feet were severed."
Jordan recalled the scene at that time, still feeling a bit fearful. "It was too bloody; just thinking about it makes me nauseous. This incident caused the Little Green Society to go into lockdown, and very few people know about it. If you hadn't asked, I would have really forgotten."
"Mysterious deaths of Little Green Society members?"
Mo Ming squinted his eyes, still exuding Cold Light. "There might be some connection. Jordan, are you sure the tendons in both hands and feet were severed?"
"I'm sure!" Jordan said seriously. "Even Yun Song doesn't know about this. If I hadn't happened to pass by there afterward, I wouldn't have known either."
"Did you see who did it?" Silver Wolf hurriedly asked.
"Silver Wolf, you're too anxious; you didn't understand what Jordan said clearly."
Mo Ming shook his head with a wry smile. "Jordan only passed by afterward, so he definitely wouldn't have seen anything."
"Heh heh, seems like that's the case."
Silver Wolf scratched his head awkwardly and chuckled, "Cutting tendons in the hands and feet, is this person insane?"
"No, this person is a master."
Mo Ming spoke seriously, "If I guess correctly, this guy is a sword master."
"Really? Boss, you know this?" Silver Wolf's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Well, it should be as the boss guessed; those people must have been cut by a sword," Jordan said, looking somewhat surprised.
"Boss, that's impressive! Amazing!" Silver Wolf exclaimed, even more astonished.
"Come on, come on, I said it's just a guess!"
Mo Ming shot Silver Wolf a glare and said, "Pay attention to Jordan's wording. What comes to mind with 'cut'?"
Silver Wolf thought for a moment and replied, "Sword!"
After thinking again, he shook his head and said, "No, I also thought of a spear!"
"A fruit knife could work too!" Jordan said with a wry smile.
Mo Ming sighed even more deeply and said, "Actually, you're both right. There are many things that can cut tendons in the hands and feet. However, if someone specifically targets the tendons, unless they have a peculiar habit, it's more likely due to their swordsmanship."
Both Jordan and Silver Wolf found some sense in this and nodded in agreement.
"Alright, after all, I haven't seen their wounds; everything is just my personal speculation."
Mo Ming shook his head and continued, "However, the fact that the Little Green Society kept it so tightly under wraps, even Yun Song was unaware—that's a clue."
"I was also puzzled afterward; Yun Song didn't mention anything at all. If he hadn't brought it up today, I would have almost forgotten," Jordan nodded in agreement.
“Nanhua City has suddenly seen a master appear, and they even killed members of the Little Green Society. This situation is becoming increasingly strange.”
Mo Ming thought for a moment and said, “I need to investigate this personally.”
“Boss, do you want me to go with you?”
Silver Wolf replied, “I've made some progress in my abilities recently, so I won't hold you back.”
“No need, I'm not worried about you holding me back.”
Mo Ming refused, saying, “This place needs you to oversee it. Besides, having more people around would actually complicate my investigation.”
“Alright then.”
Silver Wolf looked a bit disappointed and said, “Just be careful, Boss. Remember to inform me if anything happens.”
“Sure, as soon as I have news about Yun Song, I will let you know immediately. No need to worry.”
Mo Ming noticed the disappointment in Silver Wolf's eyes; he understood that Silver Wolf wanted to go out and gather information about He Yunsong. He then patted Silver Wolf on the shoulder.
“Boss, you must find Second Brother. We can't afford to lose any of our brothers,” Silver Wolf said with a furrowed brow.
“Right, not a single one can be lost!”
Mo Ming nodded and said to Jordan, “You stay here. There are people looking for you outside; it's safer for you here.”
“I understand.”
Jordan replied, “Boss, I'm waiting for your good news.”
With that, Mo Ming said no more and immediately left the basement.
The next day, Huang Siye held a funeral for Lord Qian. The scale of the funeral was not grand or ostentatious; it was conducted so discreetly that there was no public announcement, and those present were all old friends of Seventh Master.
No one would have expected that the former underground emperor of Nanhua City would have such a low-key funeral after his death. Could it be that Huang Siye lacked the wealth to arrange a magnificent ceremony?
Clearly not. Lord Qian's wealth, if not enough to rival nations, was certainly enough to dominate the region. The understated nature of the funeral was entirely Lord Qian's wish, and Huang Siye was merely fulfilling his desire.
At the funeral, Huang Siye wore no smile, and even his speech was delivered through tear-filled eyes. The saying that men do not easily shed tears is false; deep emotions can bring forth tears. Huang Siye had accompanied Seventh Master throughout his life, and in his later years, he could not leave peacefully. Huang Siye felt both sorrow and indignation in his heart.
Huang Siye recounted that Seventh Master had told him: "In this life, I have lived splendidly enough; when I die, I just want it to be peaceful."
All has passed; discussions of past heroes have become mere memories, flowing like the great river, rolling eastward.
The former glory of Lord Qian was enviable, but who could imagine that the once-dominant leader of the Little Green Society in Nanhua City would still struggle against death in his twilight years, leaving this world so quietly?
Murong Wei had some connection with Seventh Master, so he naturally could not miss today's funeral. A look of sorrow crossed his face, perhaps reflecting on the unpredictability of life and death as determined by fate…
Upon hearing the news of Seventh Master's death, Lin Yuan'er and Murong Lian came specifically to accompany Jun Qianqian, hoping she could soon emerge from this painful abyss.
"Seventh Master, may you rest in peace!"
In the far corner sat Mo Ming wearing a cap, unnoticed by anyone.
He had come here to mourn Lord Qian but did not want to reveal his current whereabouts. Therefore, he chose this most discreet way to pay his respects to Seventh Master on his journey to the afterlife.
"The leader of a generation's dark forces must depart in old age; what use is strength when one cannot escape death? No one in this world can truly evade it..."
Mo Ming sighed softly before vanishing as quietly as he had arrived. His presence was like that of a ghost, eluding all guards.
Unfortunately, Mo Ming's figure from arrival to departure remained in the sight of one person—a person also seated nearby, wrapped tightly in a yellow coat with hair neither long nor short, wearing sunglasses. From what little could be seen of their face, they appeared to be around thirty years old.
"This guy is actually Shura; no wonder he possesses such terrifying strength at this age," the person murmured. The voice matched that of the mysterious individual from last night, indicating they were indeed the same person.
After speaking, the individual quietly turned their gaze toward Lord Qian's portrait.
After leaving the funeral of the Seventh Master, Mo Ming took a taxi straight to the headquarters of the Little Green Society. Once he arrived nearby, he got out of the car and began to stroll around the area, observing the local terrain to provide strong support for future investigations.
With his exceptional memory, Mo Ming quickly grasped the layout after just one round. He noted the number of shops, main roads, and alleys with clarity. If any special situation arose that required a retreat, Mo Ming would be able to leave effortlessly.
After completing his reconnaissance, Mo Ming did not rush into action. Instead, he found a tall hotel near the Little Green Society headquarters to stay in and purchased a pair of binoculars so he could keep an eye on any developments at the headquarters.
As night fell, Mo Ming changed into fashionable clothes and left the hotel, heading towards a nearby bar. Where is the best place to gather rumors? Undoubtedly, it is in a crowded bar where all sorts of people mingle, making it a hotbed for gossip.
Mo Ming arrived at the only bar in the vicinity, named "Nightshade." Through some means, he had learned that the bar was run by Wild Horse, an outer leader of the Little Green Society, and most customers were individuals involved in underworld activities.
Inside the bar, men and women indulged in their pleasures—kissing, hugging, and seemingly isolated from the world around them. They were completely oblivious to those drinking and dancing nearby, focused solely on their own enjoyment.
Mo Ming navigated through the crowd and took a seat at the bar. He ordered a signature drink and swayed his head to the pleasant DJ melodies, blending in with the lively atmosphere around him.
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