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Just as Mo Ming and Ruolin arrived at the basement, Wu Yong and Poisonous Madness reached the entrance of the Fertilizer Processing Plant on Flying Cloud Road, where they met with the Elite souls of the Torture faction. The people inside the Dragon Slayer Hall were completely unaware that a bloody massacre was about to unfold!
"Are there any firearms inside? I'm not sure. I hope everyone will be careful when we strike, quick and decisive, without dragging it out too long," Wu Yong instructed, leading the way toward the Fertilizer Processing Plant.
Poisonous Madness and the others followed closely behind.
When Wu Yong reached the door, he kicked it open without hesitation and charged in like a tiger descending a mountain. As soon as he spotted an enemy, before they could react, he swiftly extended his hand, covered in calluses, and crushed the person's throat.
"Brothers, be careful! We are being ambushed!"
Someone shouted, and a cacophony of noise erupted in the room. Soon after, a group of people rushed out from inside. Apparently, due to strict firearm regulations in Nanhua City, they were all armed with machetes—about a hundred of them.
Including Wu Yong and Poisonous Madness, their side had fewer than forty people. However, those brought by Ruin were all elites among elites—survivors of a brutal selection process—so they naturally did not fear a group that was unarmed.
One individual who appeared to be the leader of the Dragon Slayer Hall swaggered out with a machete. Why was he so arrogant? Because his eyes were filled with disdain. Normally, facing an enemy attack would be a daunting task, but seeing that they were up against fewer than fifty unarmed opponents gave him plenty of confidence.
"Are you blind? You’re coming to hell without an invitation! Heh heh, today none of you will escape; just wait to die!" The leader cackled and added, "Remember my name—Sandy Bag—so when you go to hell, you won't forget who killed you!"
Wu Yong licked his lips with his crimson tongue and replied with a sinister smile, "Sandy Bag? What a terrible name. Heh heh, fine by me; I'll treat you like a punching bag and smash you to pieces!"
Sandy Bag's expression darkened as he raised his hand and commanded, "Brothers, let's quickly take care of them before the Hall Master returns!"
Upon hearing Sandy Bag's words, the underlings of the Dragon Slayer Hall surged forward like they had been injected with adrenaline. A group armed with machetes surrounded Wu Yong and his companions—a scene that was truly breathtaking.
The Fertilizer Processing Plant wasn't small; however, both sides were clearly trained fighters. In an instant, they clashed together in a chaotic melee filled with punches, kicks, and clashing blades. Despite being unarmed, Ruin's side did not fall behind.
In just three minutes of fighting, Ruin had already claimed two lives. In this short time since his battle with Shan Meng, Ruin's skills had improved significantly; he was developing his own killing technique—fast and ruthless!
"Heh heh, long time no see, grandsons of the Dragon Slayer Hall! Do you remember your grandpa Poisonous Madness?" Poisonous Madness chuckled as he swept two Dragon Slayer Hall members off their feet with a kick and then leaped onto them with both feet crashing down. Instantly, both men spat out blood.
Upon hearing Poisonous Madness's name, one person turned pale with fear and stumbled back several steps in terror. "Poison... Poison Hall Hall Master Poisonous Madness? My God! He’s been gone for so many years and suddenly appears here?"
This person's words reached Poisonous Madness's ears perfectly. With a fierce grin directed at him, Poisonous Madness said, "Since you remember me so well, I'll take you out first to spare you from living in fear."
"Ah... please don't kill me..." Before he could finish speaking, Poisonous Madness delivered a kick that snapped his neck.
The one killing mercilessly here was neither Ruin nor Poisonous Madness but Frenzied Warrior Wu Yong. If one looked closely enough, they would notice that Wu Yong's gaze had turned exceptionally fierce; a violent aura emanated from him like an invisible mist. The wild smile on his face resembled that of the Grim Reaper.
Wu Yong moved swiftly among the minions of Dragon Slayer Hall. Those minions seemed to see a ghost, unable to touch him even slightly. Unbeknownst to them, the lives of their companions were being taken by this man, akin to a Killing God.
"Damn it, a bunch of useless trash! I really don't understand why the Dragon Slayer Hall Master brought you all out on a mission. Hmph, get out of my way; I’m going to tear this guy apart!" Sandbag pushed aside one of the minions in front of him, wielding a Machete as he approached Wu Yong, then leaped forward to strike.
Wu Yong sensed Sandbag's murderous intent approaching. He turned to look, a wicked smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "Just in time! I was worried about not having an opponent. I hope you don’t die too quickly; otherwise, it won’t be fun."
...
Less than ten minutes later, Wu Yong and his group emerged from within, with Wu Yong cursing loudly, "Damn it, that worthless Sandbag! I thought he was tough, but he couldn’t last three minutes under my hands. Bah!"
In truth, Sandbag was merely a small leader; he was nowhere near comparable to the top figures in an organization. The fact that Sandbag managed to hold out for three minutes against Wu Yong was already quite miraculous.
Not long after Wu Yong and his group left, the injured Dragon Slayer pushed open the door of the Fertilizer Processing Plant. A wave of bloodstained air hit him; Dragon Slayer thought it was bad news and hurried inside to find chaos everywhere—bodies littered the ground.
"Damn it, I’m still too late!" Dragon Slayer clenched his Double Fists and roared in anger as he slammed his fist against the wall. His eyes were filled with rage, bloodshot and furious. "Mo Ming, I will make you pay for what happened today! My brothers will not have died in vain!"
With that, Dragon Slayer turned and left the Fertilizer Processing Plant.
Meanwhile, after ensuring everything was settled for Ruolin in the basement, Mo Ming rushed straight to Murong Wei's Hillside Mansion. There lay the professional Supercomputer that Murong Wei had bought for him; it would be perfect for tracking down Yang Fan.
Mo Ming never liked to procrastinate. Moreover, with Luo Long and Yang Fan lurking like a venomous snake in the grass, posing a threat to him and those close to him, Mo Ming would not allow such a hidden danger to exist for long.
At Hillside Mansion, only Aunt Xiang was present. When she saw Mo Ming arrive, she warmly offered to cook him a meal. However, Mo Ming declined; although Aunt Xiang's cooking was delicious, this was not the time for eating.
Seeing Mo Ming's demeanor, Aunt Xiang understood he had important matters to attend to and did not disturb him further. She simply said, "Whenever you're hungry, just let me know; I'll whip up something tasty for you," before leaving him alone. Mo Ming nodded in appreciation of Aunt Xiang's kindness.
Back in his room, Mo Ming sat down at the Supercomputer he had activated. As he touched the keyboard, a long-lost feeling surged from his heart. A slight smile appeared on his lips as he said, "Old friend, it's been a while. We're going to work together again; how nostalgic."
Once the computer booted up completely, Mo Ming's expression turned serious; there was no trace of playfulness as he began typing furiously on the keyboard. The world reflected in his eyes was composed entirely of blue digital numbers. Anyone skilled in programming would recognize that Mo Ming was coding a program.
However, 98% of people seeing this program would likely be astonished by its complexity. Even someone very familiar with programming might struggle to create it—not due to lack of skill but because programming relies heavily on creativity; without good ideas, even excellent programmers would find it ineffective.
The 2% who wouldn’t be surprised were all known to Mo Ming—some were friends, some enemies, and others were neutral parties without any hatred or entanglement with him.
The program Mo Ming was coding was a Trojan horse disguised as antivirus software meant to be distributed to all antivirus programs so that users unknowingly installed this type of software on their systems. Once infected with this Trojan horse, Mo Ming could remotely control those computers and extract all their data.
Although Mo Ming already had a complete understanding of how to code this program in his mind, executing it proved quite challenging and could not be completed in an instant. After ten hours of effort, he finally finished 80% of it.
"Dammit, doing this alone is really exhausting. I'm feeling a bit hungry; I need to eat something and smoke a cigarette. Once I have some energy, I'll get back to work." Mo Ming stretched lazily and called Aunt Xiang to prepare a good meal. After eating and finally smoking a cigarette, he felt reassured to continue his work.
After spending another two hours, Mo Ming finally completed the task. The programming was done, but the next step wouldn't be easy. He first needed to infiltrate the antivirus software system to achieve the desired effect. Without hesitation, after finishing the program, Mo Ming continued typing away at the keyboard to carry out the subsequent tasks.
"System intrusion, 20% complete..."
"System intrusion, 80% complete..."
"System intrusion, successful!"
Mo Ming looked at the text that appeared on the screen, a smile slowly spreading across his face. Leaning back, he lit a cigarette and said with a grin, "This intrusion had some twists and turns, but it proves that a bunch of certified experts can't compare to me, an unlicensed individual. Heh, in no time, at least 50% of the computers in Nanhua City will be paralyzed."
With the program and intrusion work ready, Mo Ming didn't let his guard down because this cyber battle was far from over. Soon enough, not only would antivirus experts be working hard to delete the Trojan-infected software packages, but computer experts from the Nanhua City Police Force would also be desperately trying to lock down IP addresses.
"Tsk tsk, have you finally noticed?" Mo Ming flicked his cigarette and stretched his neck, excitement written all over his face. "Come on, bring it on! I want to see just how strong you all really are!"
After this incident, this online battle would be recorded in the Police Force's files. Mo Ming was taking on a group of professionals with expert titles all by himself. Thinking about it carefully made him quite excited; it had been a long time since he felt this way.
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