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The person next to them suddenly noticed the appearance of the ruthless one and shouted, "Not good, someone has infiltrated!"
The ruthless one forcefully shook off the already cold body of his subordinate, a strange smile curling at the corners of his mouth. The others, upon hearing this, turned their gazes toward him, shifting their gun barrels to aim at him. At that moment, there was not a trace of fear in his eyes; the cold smirk on his lips resembled that of a devil's minion.
Just as the enemies opened fire, he quickly pulled the pin from the Grenade and tossed it onto the ground near the machine gun before leaping down. His subordinates fired a few shots, but when they saw the Grenade he had thrown, they were so frightened that they immediately dove to the ground.
Boom...
A heavy explosion echoed behind him, and a fireball shot up into the sky, with debris flying in all directions.
Mo Ming heard the sound of the explosion, his eyes instantly reddening. He quickly replaced his magazine and stood up, rushing upward. "Damn it, everyone charge! Take advantage of this gap to seize control above!"
"Follow the boss and kill our way up! Anyone afraid to die is a coward!" Iron Man beckoned and closely followed Mo Ming, firing as he moved upward, sweeping shots at the enemies' heads peeking out above. The group charged forward fearlessly, resembling sharks sensing blood as they desperately fought their way up.
Many of Little Green Society's subordinates were momentarily stunned by the Grenade explosion; only a few continued to shoot and murmur. However, Mo Ming and his group were too fierce; in what felt like an instant, they surged upward.
When Mo Ming's group reached the top, they unleashed a barrage of gunfire at the enemies who were still disoriented from the explosion. Death's scythe took many lives in an instant; almost all of the enemies above were wiped out.
Brother Hua trembled uncontrollably, raising his hands above his head as he knelt on the ground with a mournful expression. "Please, don't kill me..."
With a bang, Mo Ming shot Brother Hua without blinking and searched for the ruthless one's figure. "Ruthless one, damn it, are you dead? If not, make a sound!"
After a long while.
"I... am still alive..."
Below, the ruthless one was in dire straits; a bullet had struck his right calf, leaving a clear wound with blood oozing out. His shirt was soaked red with blood from his shoulder as he struggled to stand up, slightly lifting the corners of his mouth in a victorious smile. He was exhilarated because of him; his brothers had easily charged up.
"Ruthless one, well done! Truly the strongest of our generation!" Iron Man and the other brothers cheered for him upon seeing he was alive and gave him thumbs up.
The ruthless one coldly curled his lips; he felt that his bold act was something to be proud of during this short time. However, being unskilled at expressing joy, only a cold expression remained on his face. Yet inside, his happiness was hard to contain.
Mo Ming saw that Ru was unharmed and let out a slight sigh of relief. However, in an instant, his expression darkened. He quickly charged forward, leaping into the air and kicking Ru, sending him flying before he could react.
The crowd was stunned.
Iron Man exclaimed, "Boss, Ru is already injured..."
"Shut up!"
Mo Ming turned his head and shot a cold glance at Iron Man. The icy stare made Iron Man swallow hard, his words caught in his throat. Seeing what happened to Iron Man, the others dared not speak up, fearing they would provoke the strongest king of the "Heroic Soul."
"Boss... why? What did I do wrong?" Ru slowly got up from the ground, confusion written all over his face as he looked at Mo Ming with a dazed expression. In reality, Mo Ming's kick had been heavy and painful for Ru.
Ru felt a mix of anger and confusion at Mo Ming's unusual attitude.
"Why? Why?" Mo Ming's voice was frigid as he glared at Ru, his anger evident. "You think you're a hero, right? You're nothing but a fool! Do you have any idea how many brothers you put in danger with your reckless actions? I was afraid you would die just now!"
Ru's eyes widened in shock as he stood frozen in place.
Mo Ming stepped closer and grabbed Ru by the collar. Ru offered no resistance, staring blankly at Mo Ming without saying a word.
"You think what you did was right?" Mo Ming sneered. "You're wrong. You got many brothers killed who shouldn't have died. Because of your impulsiveness and your need for protection, they lost their lives. I won't say more; think about it yourself!"
Mo Ming turned back to Iron Man and the others, coldly stating, "If you think my kick to Ru was heartless, then get lost. I don't need a bunch of individualistic fools around me because one person's heroism can cost many lives."
No one dared to speak up. It wasn't that they were afraid to voice their opinions; they recognized that Mo Ming was right. While Ru had indeed accomplished something significant, it had been a reckless gamble. This time they were lucky—Ru survived—but many brothers had died protecting him, and that couldn't be overlooked.
Moreover, whether or not Mo Ming appeared cold-hearted, it was clear from earlier when he risked everything to cover for Ru that he truly valued Ru's life. Otherwise, he wouldn't have led the brothers into danger to protect him.
At this moment, Iron Man and the others felt nothing but respect and loyalty towards Mo Ming. They held no grievances because such a leader would never disregard their lives; he treated them like brothers. A leader like this was worth fighting for with all their might.
Mo Ming glanced at the injured person and said to a sturdy man named Hammer, "You carry him and leave here."
Hammer nodded heavily and replied, "Alright, I'll carry him away right now." With that, Hammer walked over to the injured person and chuckled, "Come on, get on my back. I'll give you a free ride today!"
The injured person snapped back to reality, remembering the brothers who had died to protect him. He felt a deep inner struggle, but seeing Mo Ming's determined gaze, he knew Mo Ming wouldn't allow him to stay and fight. With a bitter smile, he climbed onto Hammer's back.
Without further ado, Hammer took off running down the mountain with the injured person on his back. Despite the added weight, Hammer was able to sprint down the mountain, a testament to his rigorous daily training. It would be difficult for an average gym instructor to achieve such stamina.
"Alright, brothers, there are still many enemies waiting for us ahead. Let's not keep them waiting!" Mo Ming gathered his emotions and led Iron Man and the remaining brothers onward toward the mountaintop.
...
At the top of Dragon View Mountain Mansion, Dragon Slayer and Yang Fan stood side by side, watching the battle below. The entire Dragon View Heavenly Realm was engulfed in fierce fighting; some trees were ablaze as if they had exploded like grenades, sending gray smoke rising and creating a hazy atmosphere.
"Dragon Slayer Hall Master, did you see that? Mo Ming is no ordinary opponent. Recently, Nanhua City has been cracking down on firearms so frequently that even our Little Green Society can't produce that many weapons. Yet he somehow has access to such advanced firearms. If this battle continues, we will definitely lose!" Yang Fan frowned with concern, his eyes reflecting the flames below as fear flickered within them.
Yang Fan regretted that when Luo Long approached him for cooperation, he had been blinded by greed and foolishly overlooked Mo Ming, the Killing God. He had readily agreed to Luo Long's proposal but now regretted it deeply as he recalled how Killing God Mo Ming had emerged from Nanhua City.
Unfortunately, Lord Qian's actions had already led to his downfall. Yang Fan knew that Mo Ming would not let him off easily; he could only grit his teeth and continue cooperating with Luo Long. However, this partnership might soon come to an end since Killing God Mo Ming was already at their doorstep—there was no escape for him now.
Dragon Slayer, the Hall Master of Azure Dragon Gang, remained much calmer than Yang Fan of Little Green Society. The disparity between Little Green Society and Azure Dragon Gang was evident.
With an indifferent expression as he observed the battle unfolding beneath them, Dragon Slayer smirked slightly and said, "Yang Fan, are you being a bit too timid? The Shura gang only has about three hundred members while we have over a thousand up here. They won't be able to breach our defenses anytime soon. Besides, aren't your Little Green Society's men on their way here?"
"What good will that do?" Yang Fan replied with a bitter smile. "Do you really think sending a bunch of machete-wielding men against those armed with firearms will lead to victory? Dragon Slayer Hall Master, I advise you not to place too much hope in those useless men; otherwise, your life may no longer belong to you."
Dragon Slayer looked at the tense Yang Fan with disdain and sneered, "I really don't understand why Deputy Leader Luo chose to collaborate with you. You're such a coward! I think He Yunsong is far better than you. So what if the Shura gang has firearms? Don't bullets run out eventually? Once they exhaust their ammunition, your thousands of men from Little Green Society could drown them with just spit."
Yang Fan was quite displeased with Dragon Slayer's mocking laughter. Looking at Dragon Slayer mockingly, he retorted, "Ha! I may be timid as a mouse, but Dragon Slayer Hall Master is utterly naive." At this moment, Yang Fan felt somewhat liberated; after all, death was inevitable for him anyway. There was no need for him to be overly cautious—desperate times called for desperate measures—and besides, he was alone now. Naturally, he wanted to fire back at Dragon Slayer's sarcasm.
"What do you mean?" Dragon Slayer frowned, a hint of ferocity flashing in his eyes as he coldly asked.
Yang Fan chuckled and walked back into the hall, sitting on the sofa. Just as he picked up the wine glass to savor the Lafite inside, Dragon Slayer approached and kicked it hard, shattering the glass into pieces and spilling the fine wine all over Yang Fan.
Surprisingly, Yang Fan showed no anger; instead, he felt a sense of joy because he had successfully provoked Dragon Slayer's anger, which was his intended goal. Yang Fan smiled and said, "Why must you be so furious, Dragon Slayer Hall Master?"
"I ask you, what did you mean just now?" Dragon Slayer's voice was icy.
Yang Fan brushed off the wine droplets from his clothes, stood up, and laughed, "Isn't it naive of you, Dragon Slayer Hall Master? Don't you understand that Mo Ming's group is made up of elites? Even if we fought unarmed, those useless members of the Little Green Society wouldn't stand a chance."
Dragon Slayer snorted coldly and said, "Hmph, the Little Green Society is indeed a trash gang; it should have been wiped out long ago!"
"Haha... Dragon Slayer Hall Master, the Little Green Society has merely fallen into Zhuge Sheng's hands. Back in Lord Qian's time, your Azure Dragon Gang wouldn't dare to reach out so easily," Yang Fan laughed wildly, his gaze filled with disdain.
Dragon Slayer was furious. He grabbed Yang Fan by the collar and shouted, "Bastard! Don't think just because this is Nanhua City that I won't dare to kill you. If you have the guts, say one more word, and I guarantee you'll fall from here!"
"Heh heh, Dragon Slayer Hall Master, what's so difficult about killing me?"
Yang Fan narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Anyway, I'm dead either way; how I die doesn't concern me. But you, Dragon Slayer Hall Master, are truly naive. Do you really think Luo Long could leave Nanhua City and still come back?"
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