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The three women clung to Mo Ming's chest for a long time, and only after his pleas did they finally get up. Seeing the pained expression on Mo Ming's face, Murong Lian remarked that if he dared to act recklessly like that again, they would definitely keep him down for three days and nights.
Mo Ming worried that the women might throw another tantrum, so he nodded in agreement, which satisfied them. Now that Mo Ming had regained consciousness, aside from a slight dull pain in his chest, he had no other injuries. He then took the three women out of the infirmary and casually asked Manager Li Xiulan to arrange a luxurious Presidential Suite for them.
Originally, Mo Ming intended to have a little fun with the three women, but as soon as he suggested it, they all looked at him with disdain and immediately decided to go shopping instead, leaving Mo Ming alone in bed.
Feeling bored after the three women left, Mo Ming was just about to get up and wander around the hotel when someone knocked on the door. The person outside said while knocking, "Boss, it's me, Ah Yun!"
Hearing He Yunsong's voice, Mo Ming opened the door and saw He Yunsong and Qi Miao standing outside. He turned and walked back inside, saying, "Come in!"
He Yunsong and Qi Miao followed Mo Ming into the living room. Mo Ming invited them to sit down while he opened a bottle of champagne, poured three glasses, and served them to He Yunsong and Qi Miao before taking a seat on the sofa himself.
"Boss, I heard you woke up and rushed over right away. Are you feeling better?" He Yunsong asked with concern.
"Yeah, aside from a bit of dull pain in my chest, I'm fine now."
Mo Ming took a sip of champagne and set down his glass. Habitually reaching into his pocket, he was surprised to find no cigarettes there. He scratched his head and muttered to himself, "That's strange; I didn't change my clothes, so where did my cigarettes go?"
After Mo Ming fainted, Jun Qianqian had taken his cigarettes from his pocket and thrown them away. She originally planned to give him a good scolding when he woke up, but when he finally did regain consciousness, she was so happy that she forgot all about it.
Seeing this, Qi Miao quickly took out a pack of True Dragon cigarettes worth sixteen yuan from his pocket and handed it to Mo Ming with some embarrassment. "Boss, I don't have much money; I can't afford expensive cigarettes. Just make do with these."
"You clever kid!" Mo Ming didn't care what brand it was; after being unconscious for so long and feeling the urge for a smoke rise up, he accepted Qi Miao's cigarette and put it in his mouth. Qi Miao eagerly lit it for him.
After taking a puff of smoke, Mo Ming looked at He Yunsong and asked, "Ah Yun, after I fainted, did Evil Eye and Yin Jiu leave Nanhua City right away?"
"Well, Boss, after you fell unconscious, Poisonous Peak took you to the infirmary. I was a bit reluctant to let Evil Eye leave just like that, so I led the brothers to chase after him, but we couldn't catch up."
He Yunsong nodded and said, "That old bastard Yin Jiu had already planned his escape route when he arrived. He even prepared a helicopter at another hotel, which forced many of our brothers to block various exits for nothing."
"It's no surprise. Yin Jiu is the leader of Hong Gang for a reason; he has his methods. Since he dared to come here, he must have been fully prepared. It's a pity we couldn't capture such a formidable opponent as Evil Eye."
Mo Ming sighed lightly. He had originally intended to force Evil Eye to jump off a building through a bet, but he didn't expect Evil Eye's strength to be so impressive that even he almost lost to him.
The last kick was truly bizarre; Mo Ming found it hard to believe that things turned out this way. It seemed like Evil Eye's suppressed kick was intentional, aimed at achieving an unexpected effect with the final blow.
That duel greatly benefited Mo Ming. Not only did he gain considerable combat experience, but he also got a clear understanding of the strength of Dark Order's top expert, Evil Eye. Overall, taking a kick from Evil Eye wasn't entirely a loss.
"Now that we've completely torn our relationship with Hong Gang, I think with Yin Jiu's style, he definitely won't sit idly by and let us grow stronger. Boss, what do you think Yin Jiu will do?" He Yunsong asked.
"Hong Gang is a major force in the south; its strength is not something Little Green Society can match. To swallow Hong Gang, this tiger, is currently impossible for Little Green Society, this little snake. However, it won't be easy for Hong Gang to take us down either!" Mo Ming puffed on his cigarette thoughtfully, considering how to deal with the threat posed by Hong Gang.
He Yunsong watched Mo Ming deep in thought and remained silent, patiently sitting beside him. After taking a couple of sips from his drink, Qi Miao spoke up and said, "Boss, actually I think that Yin Jiu..."
"Qi Miao, don't interrupt the boss while he's thinking!" He Yunsong scolded when he saw Qi Miao rudely interrupting Mo Ming's contemplation.
"Ah Yun, it's fine." Mo Ming waved his hand with a smile at Qi Miao and said, "Go ahead, what's your guess?"
Qi Miao glanced at He Yunsong's displeased expression and scratched his head awkwardly. "I just feel that Hong Gang is the strong dragon while we are the local tyrant. It's not easy for a strong dragon to suppress a local tyrant. If they want to cross the river, they need to win over local idle gangs and consolidate their power against us."
"Haha, your idea is quite right. I was just thinking that in Nanhua City, Little Green Society is practically dominant; Hong Gang can't find any idle gangs to deal with us. Therefore, I suspect Yin Jiu's intention is definitely to target our internal leaders," Mo Ming said appreciatively as he glanced at Qi Miao before sharing his insights.
Upon hearing this, He Yunsong also understood and nodded, saying, "Boss, your speculation should be correct. After all, I haven't been in office for long and I'm not the oldest among the members. Many capable leaders may appear to submit to my authority, but privately they are still making a lot of small moves. I believe that as long as Yin Jiu gives them some benefits, those bastards won't hesitate to stab me in the back."
"Yes, those who are not truly convinced can easily become fence sitters. Ah Yun, to prevent future troubles, I suggest you gradually diminish the power of those who are discontented and strengthen the influence of your close allies. That way, even if Yin Jiu wants to leverage their strength, he won't be able to stir up much trouble."
Mo Ming's eyes held a fierce glint as he took a deep drag from his cigarette before extinguishing it in the ashtray. He said ominously, "Ah Yun, some people should be removed without hesitation; mercy can lead to one's own downfall."
"Boss, I know what to do!" He Yunsong nodded in understanding and then glanced at Qi Miao, giving him a signal. Just as Qi Miao caught on and nodded back, Mo Ming noticed their little exchange.
"Stop with the schemes; I don't take apprentices and have nothing to teach. Qi Miao, I've seen your skills—hard qigong and basic grappling techniques. Who taught you those?" Mo Ming smiled slightly before looking at Qi Miao and asking.
Caught off guard by Mo Ming's insight, both Qi Miao and He Yunsong felt awkward. Qi Miao scratched his head and said, "Boss, I learned those skills from my grandfather, but he said my talent was lacking and refused to teach me further."
"I can tell your grandfather must be quite skilled," Mo Ming nodded knowingly.
Suddenly—
Qi Miao unexpectedly knelt on the ground with a serious expression and said, "Boss, I've heard of your great name long ago. I was fortunate enough to witness your spectacular duel on the rooftop; you are my idol among idols! Please take me as your apprentice!"
"…Get up; we are modern people—this apprenticeship stuff is out of fashion!" Mo Ming said with a frown as he helped Qi Miao up. "It's not that I don't want to take you in; it's just that I don't have any skills to teach you."
"Boss, aren't you joking? How could someone so powerful not have any skills…" Qi Miao was dumbfounded. He had clearly seen how formidable Mo Ming was during the rooftop duel—how could someone without skills fight so effectively?
"I'm serious; I don't know any martial arts. All I know is how to kill. If you want to learn something, you might as well go find your Yun Song; he's a disciple of both Wudang Sect and Shaolin!" Mo Ming directly passed the responsibility onto He Yunsong.
In fact, Mo Ming wasn't wrong at all—he didn't possess any martial arts skills; all he had were techniques for killing. Not to mention whether he had the time to teach Qi Miao, even his killing techniques could only be applied in real combat situations where one misstep could cost a life.
"Come on, boss, stop shirking responsibility. Qi Miao specifically wants to take you as a master, why are you pushing it onto me?" He Yunsong couldn't help but roll his eyes and said, "Qi Miao, let me tell you, if the boss is willing to take you as a disciple, your future will definitely be limitless!"
After hearing this from He Yunsong, Qi Miao's eyes seemed to shine with golden light, further solidifying his determination to take Mo Ming as his master. Suddenly inspired, Qi Miao stubbornly said, "Boss, didn't you say we have a connection? Your name is Mo Ming and mine is Qi Miao; together it sounds like 'mysterious.' How can Mo Ming be without Qi Miao? Please take me as your disciple!"
"..." Mo Ming was almost dizzy from Qi Miao's words. He let out a bitter laugh and said, "I'm not really planning to take on disciples, but since you're so insistent, fine, I can be your master. However, I must clarify that I don't practice martial arts and have no techniques!"
"No problem, no problem! As long as you're willing to accept me, it doesn't matter whether there are techniques or not!" Qi Miao nodded excitedly. Just thinking about the power Mo Ming had displayed on the rooftop made him thrilled; he couldn't help but imagine himself becoming as formidable as Mo Ming, regardless of whether there were any techniques.
Seeing Qi Miao agree without a second thought, Mo Ming shook his head with a wry smile. Meanwhile, He Yunsong laughed heartily and said, "Good kid! Even if you can't learn any skills from the boss, just knowing him will help you in the future. If you encounter any difficulties, just look for him; I guarantee that any big issue will turn into a small one."
"Uh-huh." Qi Miao nodded foolishly. Suddenly remembering something, he furrowed his brows and asked, "Master, if there are no techniques, how will you teach me…"
Mo Ming couldn't help but curse loudly, "Idiot! Why didn't you ask this when I was talking to you earlier?"
"Hehe, I was just excited at the moment and didn't pay attention…" Qi Miao scratched his head foolishly.
Mo Ming felt somewhat speechless about this newly accepted foolish disciple. He picked up his cup and took a small sip of wine while trying to maintain his patience. "This matter will definitely require some hard work. I don't know how to teach you for now; once I figure it out, I'll let you know."
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