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"Hey, are you with He Yunsong?"
Wild Horse smirked slightly and said, "Don't you know he's in trouble now?"
"I certainly do!"
Qi Miao puffed out his chest, his gaze unwavering and resolute, without a hint of retreat. "But I recognize him as my boss, and that will last a lifetime. No matter how he ends up, he will always be my boss, and that won't change."
"Mad Horse, this kid is still thinking about that traitor He Yunsong at a time like this. He can't be left alive; let's take him out tonight!" Bear Dog fanned the flames from the side, secretly laughing at Qi Miao's foolishness for not knowing how to adapt.
"Get lost!"
Wild Horse suddenly turned over and knocked Bear Dog down with a punch. The force was enough to take down a man like Bear Dog, indicating that Wild Horse still had considerable strength; he was certainly not the kind of weakling one might expect.
"This is getting interesting."
Mo Ming observed the scene with a slight smile curling at the corners of his mouth as he continued to smoke, watching the chaos unfold.
"What did I do wrong, Mad Horse?" Bear Dog asked pitifully.
"Shut up!"
Wild Horse narrowed his eyes and coldly said, "I don't need anyone pointing fingers while I handle my business. Today, consider it a favor for Yang Fan; get lost far away, or I'll deal with you too!"
"Yes, yes, yes, I'll leave right now..." Bear Dog didn't understand what had gotten into Wild Horse but dared not provoke him further. He quickly agreed and reluctantly took his injured subordinates away.
Qi Miao was left confused. He had thought Wild Horse would immediately take action against him since He Yunsong was now a traitor. It wouldn't be surprising if Wild Horse decided to kill He Yunsong's loyal subordinate.
However, Wild Horse not only refrained from attacking but also taught Bear Dog a lesson first. This situation was puzzling not just for Qi Miao but even for Wild Horse's own subordinates.
"Qi Miao?" Wild Horse adjusted his somewhat disheveled clothes and asked casually.
"I am," Qi Miao nodded.
"I like bold young people; you are not bad."
Wild Horse praised him for a moment, then focused and said, "However, today you hindered my chance to make money, and this matter cannot be left unresolved."
"I know it can't be left unresolved. Mad Horse, just say one thing."
Qi Miao replied defiantly, "How do you want to kill me?"
"Kill you?"
Wild Horse smirked, shaking his head. "Killing you is easy, but I don't want to dirty this bar. I still need it to support me for the rest of my life."
"Then what do you want?" Qi Miao frowned.
"Take three punches from me. If you can stand up afterward, I'll let you go!"
Wild Horse turned to the crowd around them. "Do you want to see me perform?"
"Yes!" The onlookers' enthusiasm surged instantly.
"Thank you, Mad Horse, for being lenient. I'll try my best to take it!" Qi Miao was not afraid of death, but if he could avoid it, he would naturally choose not to die. Taking three punches was nothing; he just had to stand up with all his might.
"Haha... that's the best! I don't want to kill anyone. Kid, you better hold on!"
Wild Horse laughed a few times, and his gaze suddenly turned fierce. He clenched his right fist and stepped forward, lowering his body to combine the force of his punch, greatly increasing its power.
"Wild Horse really is reckless. Since he's showing mercy, why hit so hard?" Mo Ming sighed as he raised his glass and took a sip, not in a hurry to help Qi Miao but continuing to watch.
Qi Miao quickly crouched into a horse stance as Wild Horse's fist came crashing down.
"Ah!"
After taking a punch, Qi Miao staggered back a few steps, clutching his aching chest, but a fierce smile appeared on his face as he said, "Mad Horse, that was one punch!"
"Good kid, I didn't expect you to have hard qigong. I underestimated you!"
Wild Horse straightened up, a playful smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "Get ready; I won't hold back on the next punch."
"Bring it on! I'll endure it!" Qi Miao patted his chest, took a deep breath, and then resumed his horse stance, slowly pushing his hands forward.
Mo Ming nodded slightly to himself, thinking, "This kid has some skills; he even knows internal hard qigong. Heh, I want to see if he can withstand three punches."
"This time, your hard qigong won't help you!"
With a sudden step forward, Wild Horse unleashed a powerful punch that struck like a raging bull. His fist bulged with veins, looking quite terrifying, almost as if it might burst from the pressure.
"Oh no!" Qi Miao shouted in alarm.
Wild Horse's fist slammed into Qi Miao's chest. It seemed that Qi Miao barely managed to take it, but then Wild Horse exerted force from his waist and pushed forward. Qi Miao let out a breath as his body flew backward.
At the same time, as Qi Miao was sent flying, blood sprayed from his mouth. He finally crashed against the bar counter and came to a stop, looking as if he had only one breath left.
"Wild Horse has some real skill; after one punch, he can still use hidden energy to inflict harm. Hmph, Little Green Society is indeed not a useless gang; there are some capable guys here," Mo Ming thought in surprise. "With this kind of ability, even that bastard Sito Hai probably can't match up. Why is Wild Horse just an outer boss?"
"Kid, how are you feeling?"
Wild Horse smiled slightly and said, "That counted as the third punch. If you can still stand up, you'd better get lost quickly; otherwise, if I change my mind later, you'll really become a ghost in my bar."
"Mad Horse, impressive skills!" someone immediately flattered.
Another person chimed in, "I think this kid is not far from death. Tsk tsk, Mad Horse's punches are not that easy to withstand. Even if the Four Heavenly Kings came, Mad Horse would take them down one by one!"
This exaggerated flattery immediately drew laughter from the crowd.
For Wild Horse, the flattery was irrelevant. He showed no change in expression as he quietly watched the motionless Qi Miao and said, "Kid, if you can't get up in ten seconds, I'll have to have someone carry you away."
"Wow..."
As soon as Wild Horse finished speaking, there was movement from Qi Miao's side. First, he let out a light laugh, then his body began to move slightly. His head slowly lifted, a faint smile on his lips that looked extremely fierce to others.
"Glad you're not dead!"
Wild Horse waved his hand and said, "If you can stand up, you can leave."
Qi Miao gritted his teeth, gripping the bar with one hand as he slowly stood up. The punch from Wild Horse had nearly shattered Qi Miao's body; the pain was so intense that without a bit of willpower, he wouldn't have been able to endure it.
However, Qi Miao remained silent. Although the smile on his face was bitter, it was still a smile. As he gradually stood up, a glint of light flashed in Wild Horse's eyes; no one understood what Wild Horse was really thinking.
"Good, you've got guts, Qi Miao, I remember you!" Wild Horse said in a deep voice. "Get out of here quickly. If I see you again next time, you'll be a drowned ghost. If you see He Yunsong, tell him to hide well and not let me find him!"
Hide well and don't let me find him!
If others weren't paying attention, they might think that Wild Horse was warning He Yunsong. However, Mo Ming had a better grasp of Wild Horse's intentions; he had some connections with He Yunsong, and that statement was merely meant to advise He Yunsong to stay hidden and avoid getting caught.
"Thank you for sparing me, Mad Horse. If I see Yun Song, I will definitely pass on your message."
Qi Miao held on with all his strength and slowly made his way out of the bar.
"Alright, the show is over for everyone."
Wild Horse laughed loudly, "Let's disperse, go do what you need to do!"
With the show finished and Wild Horse speaking up, there was no reason for them to stand around foolishly. They began to dance and get close again, as the DJ's melody filled the venue once more.
"This is for the drinks!" Mo Ming pulled out a small stack of cash from his pocket and tossed it onto the table before chasing after Qi Miao.
Given Qi Miao's current injuries, even if he managed to leave the bar, he wouldn't get far. Mo Ming was determined to protect him tonight and wouldn't let anything happen to him, especially not on the road just outside the bar.
Bear Dog and his crew quickly surrounded Qi Miao. With his severe injuries, Qi Miao had no strength to fight back and was easily knocked to the ground, enduring a flurry of chaotic kicks.
Mo Ming's expression darkened as he rushed forward, grabbing one of Bear Dog's lackeys. He pushed the lackey's chin upward with one hand and then formed a fist with the other, delivering a powerful punch that deformed the lackey's face.
The events unfolded in an instant; Bear Dog's crew didn't even have time to react. Mo Ming swiftly knocked one down with a single punch, and in the blink of an eye, several thugs lay on the ground, unable to rise.
"Who? Hmph, it's you! The one from the bar!"
Bear Dog finally realized what was happening and trembled in fear.
"Ha ha, you remember me; your memory isn't bad," Mo Ming replied lightly with a smile.
"Do you dare interfere with our Little Green Society's business?"
Bear Dog understood that Mo Ming was very strong and that he was no match for him. He immediately invoked the name of Little Green Society in hopes of intimidating Mo Ming. However, he miscalculated; Mo Ming wasn't afraid at all and was now even angrier.
"Little Green Society?" Mo Ming said with a hint of disdain in his tone.
Bear Dog couldn't detect Mo Ming's tone and mistakenly thought he was intimidated. He bravely declared, "Yes, it's the Little Green Society from Nanhua City. You must know us; if you offend us, you won't have it easy. Be sensible..."
"Sounds pretty scary. You shouldn't have to die, but unfortunately, you think you're clever. Tonight, you can go die." Mo Ming grinned ferociously and, in a strange movement, appeared in front of Bear Dog. With just a few punches and kicks, he broke both of Bear Dog's arms and legs. It all happened so quickly that Bear Dog had no chance to defend himself.
"Ah..." Bear Dog's miserable scream echoed through the silent street. With his legs rendered useless, Bear Dog could hardly move and could only collapse on the ground, fearfully watching Mo Ming approach him.
Bear Dog pleaded, "No, please, big brother, I beg you, don't kill me!"
"Traitors to righteousness, afraid of death—what use is there in keeping you alive?" Mo Ming's voice was chillingly cold. His eyes flashed with a cold light as he kicked towards Bear Dog's head with a force that whistled through the air.
Bear Dog couldn't even let out one last terrified cry before Mo Ming's kick twisted his neck. Even more horrifying was that Brother Bear's head caved in; upon closer inspection, it resembled a human foot.
"Bear Dog... Brother Bear is dead!" Someone finally reacted and struggled to stand up, trying to escape. But Mo Ming wouldn't give him any chance. In a swift motion, he chased after him, grabbing his neck and immediately crushing his throat.
"Ah..."
A series of screams erupted once again.
"You've got some guts, kid. Heh heh, consider yourself lucky tonight; you've managed to save your life." Mo Ming squatted beside Qi Miao, a slight smile curling at the corners of his mouth as he lifted Qi Miao and left.
On the road, only a few cold corpses remained.
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