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After Yang Fan left the room, Luo Long took another look at the lifeless Cyan Wolf, a surge of anger swirling in his brow. After a long moment, he took a deep breath to adjust his emotions and then dialed a number.
The call was quickly connected.
The other party spoke first, chuckling, "Hehe, Luo Long, how did things go in Nanhua City?"
"Total failure, Cyan Wolf is dead," Luo Long replied succinctly.
There was a moment of silence on the other end before the tone turned somber. "Luo Long, take care. I will never forget Cyan Wolf's contributions to the Azure Dragon Gang."
"Let's not discuss this matter anymore."
Luo Long ended that topic and continued, "The opponent is quite tricky. If we want to completely take over Nanhua City, I think it's best to send the Dragon Slayer Hall from the Azure Dragon Gang over as soon as possible. The sooner, the better, to prevent Hong Gang from intervening; it will be difficult then."
"Alright, you handle it. You have full authority over this matter; no need to consult me. I will be waiting for your good news, Luo Long. Make sure to take Nanhua City for me and do not let Hong Gang get there first!"
"Rest assured, there has been no movement from Hong Gang. I will resolve this quickly."
"With you handling it, I feel at ease. Well then, if you want the Dragon Slayer to go over, just contact him directly; I believe he won't defy your orders."
"Okay, I won't disturb your rest any longer. I won't let you down."
Luo Long hung up the phone, his eyes filled with murderous intent. Upon seeing the water tank containing Cyan Wolf's body, a surge of impulse coursed through his veins; he wished he could kill Mo Ming right then and there. However, at that moment, he had no idea where Mo Ming was; otherwise, Luo Long would have personally led people to eliminate him.
"You bastard Shura! How dare you harm my good brother and force me to end his life myself? The pain of losing a loved one—I will make you taste it too!"
If Mo Ming had heard these words, he would have laughed uncontrollably. Losing loved ones and harming my brothers? Mo Ming wanted to say this to Luo Long as well. The death of Lord Qian and the injury of He Yunsong—losing one Cyan Wolf or one Azure Dragon Gang member could not compensate for everything. The pain in Mo Ming's heart could not be alleviated by anything!
But vengeance for vengeance—though it couldn't make up for everything—Mo Ming would ensure that the Azure Dragon Gang paid a painful price for all they had done!
...
In the basement of Yihun, Mo Ming was sweating profusely as he engaged in a series of extreme workouts. His upper body was bare, revealing muscles that were not overly bulky but solid and filled with explosive power. His body bore numerous scars of varying sizes crisscrossing each other—symbols of his honor—each scar marking a milestone in Mo Ming's growth.
The scars on Mo Ming's body would forever remind him of the pain from that incident, each scar telling its own story. While Mo Ming might not remember how each scar came to be, he would always remember the names of those who had harmed him. Even if they were dead, their memories could never be erased from his heart.
"Ha!"
After completing an extreme workout, Mo Ming felt a slight soreness in his muscles, realizing he had reached his physical limit. He knew better than to push himself further; excessive training was not beneficial and could lead to injury. Mo Ming was not an extremist and would never engage in such reckless behavior.
"I can't believe it! My strength hasn't diminished; it's actually improved!"
Mo Ming couldn't help but feel elated. After a series of extreme exercises, he realized that his strength, speed, reflexes, and jumping ability had not only remained intact but had actually increased. This surprised him greatly. After pondering for a while, Mo Ming came up with a possible explanation.
His current improvement in strength was entirely due to the strange breakthrough he experienced when he was imprisoned by Reed in the castle's underground. Since that incident, Mo Ming felt that his overall power had significantly increased, although he hadn't tested just how strong he had become. With everything that had happened afterward, he almost forgot about that event.
Looking back at the breakthrough in the underground of Rider Castle, it was clear that his abilities had progressed considerably. Otherwise, how could he have killed over two hundred people during the ambush by the Heavenly Ninja Group, defeated Shizuka Domoto, and still had enough strength left to face Yamamoto Kyouka?
At this thought, Mo Ming recalled what Miyu mentioned about the Meteorite. If it truly existed, then his miraculous breakthrough must be intricately linked to it. If given the chance, Mo Ming intended to investigate whether the Meteorite really existed in the castle's underground. If it did exist, no matter the cost, he would obtain it.
That meteorite was an excellent resource for enhancing strength. With its help, even if he encountered someone as twisted as Evil Eye, he wouldn't have to panic too much.
"Hehe, Boss, did you just finish training?" Poisonous Madness chuckled as he walked over with large strides.
Snapping back to reality, Mo Ming smiled slightly and beckoned to Poisonous Madness. "Hey, Toxic Jar, you're just in time! I just finished training and was looking for someone to spar with. Let's get started; I want to see how much you've improved!"
"Sure! It's been a while since I've been pushed around by you; let's have some fun today!"
Immediately, Poisonous Madness took off his tight jacket and tossed it aside before charging towards Mo Ming. He threw a punch directly at Mo Ming's face. With a focused gaze, Mo Ming quickly lifted one leg and kicked away Poisonous Madness's hand.
"Ha!" As one hand was kicked aside, Poisonous Madness swung his other fist toward Mo Ming, executing a rapid series of attacks.
"Toxic Jar, your reflexes have improved quite a bit!"
A slight smile crept onto Mo Ming's lips as he stepped back while kicking away another attack from Poisonous Madness. After retreating a few steps, Poisonous Madness transformed one hand into a claw and lunged at Mo Ming's chest with fierce intent. With his finger strength, he could easily pierce through a wooden board; if Mo Ming were hit by such an attack, it would surely hurt.
Just as the claws of Poisonous Madness were about to touch his chest, Mo Ming quickly extended his right hand and grabbed Poisonous Madness's hand, forcefully twisting it. Poisonous Madness grimaced in pain, and a black object flew out from his sleeve.
"Damn it, playing this again!"
Mo Ming let out a bitter laugh, immediately releasing Poisonous Madness's hand and stepping back. The black object followed closely behind him, and just when it was less than half a meter away from Mo Ming, he executed an extreme high kick and sent the black object flying.
The black object fell to the ground, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a Black Scorpion, which was poisonous. If Mo Ming had touched it, he would have been paralyzed and lost his ability to move. This was a dirty trick from Poisonous Madness; if one wasn't careful, it would be easy to fall for it.
"Boss, you didn't have to be so ruthless!" Poisonous Madness saw the Black Scorpion lying motionless on the ground and knew it was dead. A bitter expression crossed his face as he said, "I put in a lot of effort to cultivate that little treasure. You broke it with one kick! You owe me two million!"
"Haha, that's not my fault. Who told you to keep playing these tricks? Money? Not a single cent!" Mo Ming laughed heartily, moving swiftly toward Poisonous Madness and charging with a punch. Unable to dodge, Poisonous Madness immediately countered with a punch of his own. Mo Ming followed up with another punch, and Poisonous Madness raised an eyebrow and threw another punch in response.
The two exchanged punches rapidly, creating gusts of wind with their strikes. Their feet constantly shifted positions as they fought fiercely; for a moment, neither could gain the upper hand.
In terms of strength, Poisonous Madness was not much weaker than Mo Ming. Moreover, since this was just sparring and not a life-and-death battle, both sides held back and did not strike with lethal intent. Naturally, Mo Ming could not take down Poisonous Madness in an instant, leading to a stalemate.
"Toxic Jar, you've made quite an improvement!" Mo Ming praised.
Poisonous Madness chuckled, "Of course!"
"Don't get too cocky; if I get serious, you'll be in trouble!"
As soon as Mo Ming finished speaking, he took advantage of their upper body exchange to suddenly kick at Poisonous Madness's lower body. Poisonous Madness reacted quickly and kicked back immediately. The two continued exchanging blows above while their legs kicked fiercely in the air below; the sounds of their fight became increasingly loud.
"Damn..."
Poisonous Madness couldn't help but exclaim as he quickly leaned back. At that moment, Mo Ming's leg came whistling through the air from above. If he had been even a moment late, that kick would have landed on Poisonous Madness; while it wouldn't have been fatal, taking a kick from Mo Ming wouldn't feel good either.
That wasn't all; after missing the kick and landing on the ground, Mo Ming swiftly turned around and kicked again with even greater speed. Startled by this sudden attack while trying to get up, Poisonous Madness fell backward hard onto the ground but didn't hesitate for a second and immediately rolled away.
Just as Poisonous Madness was about to rise again, Mo Ming charged forward again, preparing to kick. Poisonous Madness shouted "Ah!" and quickly raised both hands defensively to block Mo Ming's heavy kick. His arms immediately went numb from the impact.
"Stop, no more fighting, damn it, I admit defeat!" Poisonous Madness hurriedly shook his head and shouted.
Mo Ming finally ceased his assault and chuckled at Poisonous Madness, saying, "So, Toxic Jar, still feeling cocky? I'll give you three portions of dye if you open a dye shop for me?"
"Come on, you won't even allow me a little bit of self-love, will you?"
Poisonous Madness rolled his eyes and said, "Besides, not being able to beat you is one thing; improving my strength is another. Honestly, do you think I've made any progress?"
"Alright, you have indeed improved!"
Mo Ming smiled but then turned serious. "Toxic Jar, let's talk about something important. How much do you know about the Azure Dragon Gang? Also, how did you find out that the recent events in Nanhua City were caused by the Azure Dragon Gang?"
"You really asked the right person; I do have some knowledge about the Azure Dragon Gang!" Poisonous Madness grinned, picked up his coat from the ground, dusted it off, and put it on before continuing. "Let me tell you the last thing first. When I learned that Lord Qian was in trouble, I went to the Little Green Society headquarters that very night to gather information..."
Poisonous Madness recounted everything to Mo Ming. After listening, Mo Ming understood much better about Lord Qian's murder. That night, Poisonous Madness had sneaked into the Little Green Society headquarters and happened to see Yang Fan bringing Luo Long to meet Zhuge Sheng. From their conversation, it was clear that Zhuge Sheng had no intention of cooperating with the Azure Dragon Gang; it was just that Luo Long was ruthless and decisive—he immediately took action and killed Zhuge Sheng, then framed He Yunsong for it.
"So how much do you know about the Azure Dragon Gang?" Mo Ming asked again. The reason for this question was that Poisonous Madness had once been a member of the Azure Dragon Gang. After having some conflicts with Luo Long, he left the gang and later met Mo Ming. They hit it off well and he joined the "Righteous Soul."
As for what had happened between him and Luo Long, Poisonous Madness had never mentioned it, so Mo Ming wouldn't pry. However, their conflict wasn't too deep nor too shallow; otherwise, Poisonous Madness wouldn't be seeking revenge against Luo Long or have left the Azure Dragon Gang.
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