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"As the Second Young Master of the Feng Family, Feng Tianyi's status is far inferior to that of Feng Tianshu. Moreover, I've heard people say that Feng Tianyi is idle and spends his days doing nothing productive. The Feng Family has long since disregarded him, so his backer cannot possibly be someone from the Feng Family," Mo Ming said thoughtfully.
"Indeed, you're right. Everyone in the Feng Family hopes that Feng Tianshu will succeed the position. Even if someone in the Feng Family wanted to deal with Feng Tianshu, they wouldn't have the resources to mobilize such a large amount of funds. I called you here today because I heard from Feng Tianshu about a second piece of information," Meng Zong nodded. If it weren't for this second piece of news, he wouldn't have summoned Mo Ming.
Mo Ming was mentally prepared for this. When he heard Meng Zong speak, his expression didn't change much; he merely smiled lightly and said, "Master, please don't keep me in suspense. After saying so much, are you just trying to tease me?"
"Haha, I won't tease you any longer." Meng Zong laughed a few times and then said seriously, "Feng Tianshu mentioned that he doesn't know who Feng Tianyi's backer is, but he does know that this backer is called Lord!"
"Lord!?" This news from Meng Zong was like a bombshell. Even Mo Ming, who had great composure, couldn't help but be startled and asked, "Could this Lord be the person from the Dark Order?"
"I can't say for sure, but there aren't that many coincidences in this world. I suspect that this Lord is most likely connected to the Dark Order. There can't be many Lords capable of mobilizing such vast wealth," Meng Zong nodded solemnly.
"Yes, this Lord is probably indeed the Lord from the Dark Order. But how did Feng Tianshu get this information?" Mo Ming furrowed his brow. He had sent the Underworld to investigate but had yet to receive any news. How could Feng Tianshu have obtained such information? Did he perhaps have some organization behind him?
"I don't think Feng Tianshu seemed to be lying when he spoke. He must have gotten this information from someone within the Feng Family. That person likely overheard Feng Tianyi mentioning Lord during a phone call," Meng Zong said. Having seen countless people, his judgment was sharp; if Feng Tianshu dared to lie to him, he would have noticed.
"I still trust Feng Tianshu; he's definitely not one of the Dark Order's people. As for who this Lord is, I doubt he knows either. It seems that Feng Tianyi has already colluded with the Dark Order. Their goal should be to help Feng Tianyi seize power and control him in order to dominate the Feng Family!"
Mo Ming narrowed his eyes slightly. After thinking it through, he opened his eyes and released a sharp gaze as he slowly articulated his views.
"Yes, I share your thoughts on this matter. The Feng Family is a major force; if the Dark Order manages to control them as well, their power will become terrifyingly vast. This time, we must help Feng Tianshu win this battle!" Meng Zong nodded.
"This battle must be fought well; however, I have another plan in mind. Since Feng Tianyi is collaborating with Lord, he must have met Lord in person. If we can extract some information from him, things will become much simpler," Mo Ming said with an inscrutable smile.
Meng Zong couldn't help but feel delighted and clapped his hands in approval, saying, "Why didn't I think of that? Good lad! Haha! I must admit that there are indeed waves pushing waves forward in the Yangtze River! Your idea is excellent; however, when it comes to extracting information from Feng Tianyi, you'll need to plan carefully."
"Master, rest assured, I will handle the matter regarding Feng Tianyi. However, for Feng Tianshu, I will need your help. Since Feng Tianyi has received assistance from the Lord, we cannot underestimate this situation," Mo Ming said with a serious expression. No matter what happened, he had never looked this serious before, indicating that this issue was quite tricky.
Meng Zong understood that the opponent was a formidable enemy and did not dare to be careless. He nodded earnestly and said, "Don't worry. If we decide to take a gamble without holding back, the funds we've accumulated over the years should be sufficient. I will handle this matter carefully; you don't need to worry."
"Hehe, with Master handling things, I naturally feel at ease. Well, it's getting late; you should rest quickly. Tomorrow morning, you need to head back," Mo Ming said as he stood up and smiled at Meng Zong.
"The time we have together is short, Mo Ming. I am genuinely happy to see you find your place," Meng Zong said with a wistful expression as he patted Mo Ming's shoulder. Perhaps that's how old people feel—always filled with countless sentiments of nostalgia.
Mo Ming looked intently into Meng Zong's eyes, an indescribable emotion welling up inside him. He hugged Meng Zong tightly and smiled, "Master, once this is all over, we can gather properly. Besides, you won't be lonely anymore; Qiu Lan can be quite bothersome and will ensure you never have a moment of peace!"
"Yes, I really like that girl Lanlan. I'll bring her back tomorrow. In a few years' time, you might not even be her match," Meng Zong said with a smile.
"That may not be the case; not everyone in this world is as clever as I am!" Mo Ming chuckled before turning to leave.
After coming out of Meng Zong's room, it was already late. Thinking about his situation with Murong Lian made Mo Ming smile wryly; such a wonderful time had been disrupted. He wasn't someone who was overly infatuated, so he decided to stay at the Phoenix Grand Hotel for the night and personally send Meng Zong to catch the helicopter the next day.
...
Early the next morning, Mo Ming woke up early and sat on the bed smoking a cigarette. Once Meng Zong got up, he immediately drove him to Qiu Lan's building. It seemed she couldn't sleep due to excitement from the previous night; she looked like a national treasure panda with dark circles under her eyes.
Mo Ming suppressed his laughter and helped her carry her luggage. Once the car started moving, he couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Tsk tsk, girl, did you not sleep at all last night? Your eyes are as dark as a panda's."
"Hmph, none of your business!" Qiu Lan snapped at Mo Ming before turning to Meng Zong with a pitiful expression and saying, "Master, I couldn't sleep all night thinking about you accepting me as your disciple. Look at me; I've turned into a panda."
"It's okay, Lanlan. Once we get to Master, he will introduce you to a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner who specializes in treating dark circles. I guarantee you'll be able to eliminate those bags under your eyes quickly," Meng Zong said affectionately.
"Can these dark circles really be eliminated?" Qiu Lan blinked her eyes, both curious and excited. This woman was a beauty enthusiast, and those dark circles were like a sworn enemy to her. If they could be removed, she would surely be delighted.
Mo Ming laughed heartily, "Of course! That person is a junior disciple of Toxic Jar. He doesn't like killing, but he has learned poison techniques, so his method of treatment often involves using poison to counteract poison. But don't worry, his healing abilities are very strong. He'll prepare some poisonous Scorpions and poisonous spiders for you, and I guarantee your dark circles will disappear!"
"Ah, Master, those things sound so terrible..." Qiu Lan was startled by Mo Ming's words. Just thinking about the appearance of spiders made her spine chill, and the thought of eating spiders made her stomach churn.
"Mo Ming, stop bullying your junior sister!" Meng Zong shot Mo Ming a fierce glare and then smiled at Qiu Lan, saying, "What Mo Ming said earlier is true, but for your dark circles, he just needs a few Silver Needles to fix it."
Qiu Lan blinked her sparkling eyes and asked, "Really?"
"Really! Why would Master lie to you?" Meng Zong nodded seriously.
"Dead Mo Ming, you liar! You're trying to trick me again!" Qiu Lan exclaimed in embarrassment and anger as she reached out to hit Mo Ming playfully. With her little strength, Mo Ming didn't mind at all and chuckled, "Who told you to be so easy to fool? If I don't trick you now, where else can I find such an easy-to-fool girl in the future?"
Mo Ming was the kind of guy who could navigate through the flower garden with just the right words. In one sentence, he both teased Qiu Lan for being naive while also expressing a hint of reluctance. This left Qiu Lan in a dilemma—she couldn't decide whether to hit him or not—so in the end, she could only chat with Meng Zong.
Meng Zong's helicopter landed at Feng Tianshu's estate. Since it was morning and there were few vehicles on the road, Mo Ming increased his speed slightly and soon they arrived at Feng Tianshu's estate.
The main gate of the estate was operated manually. When they saw Mo Ming arriving, the gate slowly opened. Mo Ming drove in and stopped when he saw Feng Tianshu standing straight ahead.
"Haha! I didn't expect that today we would welcome Senior Meng Zong along with Mr. Mo. My estate has truly become more illustrious! Mr. Mo, it’s been over two months since we last met," Feng Tianshu greeted them with a big smile as he approached and shook hands with Mo Ming.
Mo Ming smiled lightly and said, "President Feng, you're busy with important matters. I've been trying to find you but couldn't. I'm here today to bring my master and also to discuss some things with you."
"Mr. Mo, you have it the other way around. I haven't heard any news about your whereabouts for the past two months. What big business have you been busy with?" Feng Tianshu laughed heartily and looked at Qiu Lan. "Who is she?"
"Her name is Qiu Lan, my master's newly accepted disciple," Mo Ming introduced.
Feng Tianshu scrutinized Qiu Lan for a moment, a fleeting look in his eyes that was hard for others to detect, then he laughed and said, "To become a disciple of the esteemed Meng Zong, she must be extraordinary. Mr. Mo is a good example; now you've made me want to seek a master too. I wonder if Meng Zong would accept me."
"President Feng, you're joking. With your abilities, why would you need to seek me as a master?" Meng Zong politely declined without caring whether Feng Tianshu was serious or not. "Alright, it's getting late; we should head back now, President Feng. Let's part ways here."
"Yes, safe travels, old senior Meng Zong!" Feng Tianshu was not annoyed and nodded with a smile.
Mo Ming and Feng Tianshu watched as Meng Zong's helicopter slowly ascended into the sky and gradually flew away. Then Feng Tianshu turned to Mo Ming and said with a smile, "Now that old senior Meng Zong has left, we should go back and talk business. Mr. Mo, have you had breakfast?"
"Of course not. I was planning to come over to President Feng's place for some food and drink. You don't mind, do you? I imagine there must be some fine aged red wine in this estate," Mo Ming said without hesitation.
"Not at all! This fine wine is prepared for distinguished guests like Mr. Mo!" Feng Tianshu appreciated Mo Ming's straightforwardness, laughing a few times as he put his arm around Mo Ming's shoulder and walked towards the house together.
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