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Mo Ming exited the headquarters of the Little Green Society and headed straight for the Phoenix Grand Hotel.
Before the Spring Festival, Demon Eye had already agreed to join Mo Ming's side. Mo Ming promised him wealth, and being a person who loved money, he could not refuse it when it was right in front of him. Even though he understood how terrifying the Dark Order organization was, Demon Eye did not care.
Before leaving Nanhua City, Mo Ming had arranged for him to stay in a VIP room at the Wind Coming Hotel and had purchased the necessary equipment from M Country for him to continue digging for information about the Dark Order.
Days passed, and Mo Ming wondered whether Demon Eye had uncovered any useful information during this time. Even if he hadn’t, it wouldn’t be surprising; after all, the Dark Order was not a paper tiger that could be easily dismantled. If it were that simple, Mo Ming would have already taken them down effortlessly.
Arriving outside Demon Eye's door, Mo Ming hadn’t even knocked yet when he heard a click, and the door swung open by itself.
"Demon Eye is quite cautious; it seems I've given him enough money on that card," Mo Ming thought with a faint smile. This situation didn’t surprise him; Demon Eye had modified the door with an electronic control switch. It was likely that he had already seen Mo Ming through a hidden camera installed outside.
Stepping into the room, he was greeted by the rich aroma of red wine. Almost immediately, a lewd voice called out, "Hehe, I told you, Shura, you must have been too busy with those three girls during the Spring Festival to gain any weight!"
"Get lost!" Mo Ming roared, glancing at Demon Eye sitting in front of the supercomputer watching films from Island Nation. He pretended to be furious. "Are you seriously watching Island Nation films on the supercomputer? Aren't you afraid they'll steal your data?"
In truth, Mo Ming was just joking. The hackers trained in Demon Eye's country couldn’t even track his IP address; this trivial matter couldn’t touch him. However, there was something off about Demon Eye.
Mo Ming had given him quite a bit of money on his bank card; there were plenty of options for women. Why did he have to resort to watching films from Island Nation to solve his physical needs? Did Demon Eye have some peculiar preference?
"Why are you so angry?" Demon Eye shrugged nonchalantly and laughed. "If those brainless viruses from Island Nation could steal my data, then I might as well jump into my coffin!"
Mo Ming sat on the sofa, listening to the sounds of women screaming from the screen, rolling his eyes in frustration. "Alright, turn that off. Are you planning to do that right in front of me?"
"Haha, if you don't mind, I wouldn't be shy about it," Demon Eye chuckled a few times. Seeing Mo Ming frown, he quickly turned it off and pouted. "Okay! I’ll turn it off; Shura, I'm doing this for you!"
Mo Ming was dumbfounded and thought he must have misheard. He looked at Demon Eye in confusion and exclaimed, "What? For me? Don't tell me you're gay!"
"Get lost! If I were gay, what would I be watching women in Island Nation for?" Demon Eye shouted.
"Who knows? After all, there are still men in the film!"
Demon Eye stood up from the chair and walked over to Mo Ming, casually picking up a wine glass filled with red wine from the table. "Are you kidding me? You've already flirted with me so many times since we met that I'm starting to think you might be the gay one!"
As he spoke, Demon Eye gave Mo Ming a strange look from head to toe.
"Don't worry, even if I were gay, I wouldn't have any thoughts about you," Mo Ming retorted without hesitation. He then asked seriously, "Alright, tell me what you meant by that earlier statement. Was it for me?"
"Damn it! Ever since I boarded your pirate ship, I feel like my brain no longer belongs to me. For safety's sake, I can't even find a girl anymore. Every day I'm sitting in front of the computer helping you gather information—it's not easy for me!" Demon Eye said dramatically.
"Enough with the pity party; no one feels sorry for you. You've already boarded this pirate ship, so if you're not going to work together with me, just be prepared to be torn apart by the enemies chasing us!"
Demon Eye's expression returned to normal as he shrugged his shoulders. "Heh, don't worry. I'm not incompetent. Since I've agreed to join your camp, I'm ready to hand over my brain."
"It's good that you have this awareness," Mo Ming said as he took out a cigarette and lit it, exhaling smoke. "But rest assured, I will take full responsibility for your safety. You don't need to worry too much; just focus on helping me find more information about Dark Order."
Demon Eye nodded. "Give me some time; after all, Dark Order isn't some trash organization. It's not easy to dig up their internal information all at once. I'm currently using various channels to gather intel. There's bound to be a flaw somewhere; I refuse to believe that I can't unearth anything about Dark Order!"
"Don't worry; just do your best to find it. Time is not an issue you need to stress over," Mo Ming replied with understanding. "Today, I came to ask you about two other things. I hope you'll tell me everything you know."
"Come on! We're on the same boat here; how could I possibly hide anything from you?" Demon Eye grumbled unhappily. "Ask away; as long as I'm clear on it, I'll tell you everything without missing a word!"
"The first thing: how much information do you have on Hong Gang? I'm planning to head over to Hong Gang's territory tomorrow, and before I leave, I'd like as much information on them as possible."
"Hong Gang?" Demon Eye fell into thought for a moment before recalling what he knew about Hong Gang: "Hong Gang's headquarters is in Sanpan City. There are many small gangs within Sanpan City, but they all survive by depending on Hong Gang. No one dares to stand up against them because their power is too great. Basically, as soon as Yin Jiu gives the word, those small gangs can be wiped out overnight!"
"I am quite clear about that! How much do you know about Boss Yin Jiu?" Mo Ming had already received a lot of information about the Hong Gang from the Underworld Intelligence Network, but to gain a deeper understanding of the Hong Gang, he chose to ask Demon Eye to see if he had any other special information.
"Boss Yin Jiu is an old fox. Don't be fooled by his seemingly harmless appearance; back in the day, he was a top-notch killer!"
Demon Eye recalled carefully, "As for his background, I am not sure. I only know that when he appeared in Sanpan City, it immediately stirred up a storm. The then leader of the Hong Gang, Hong Jiu Ye, valued him greatly and passed on the leadership position to him after his passing."
"The origins of Yin Jiu are not hard to guess. He must be someone sent by the Dark Order, with the purpose of completely controlling the Hong Gang to lay the groundwork for some future objective!" Mo Ming squinted his eyes like a hawk locking onto its target, exuding a fierce killing intent.
Mo Ming had many questions about the Dark Order. This organization, which overshadowed the entire world, possessed both power and wealth—one could say it was as rich as a nation.
But why did the Dark Order have to steal our country's cultural relics? This puzzled Mo Ming. Was it really worth exposing years of undercover work just for a batch of artifacts?
Mo Ming did not understand the intentions of the Dark Order and could only speculate that those artifacts were certainly not meant for collection; they must have some unknown mysterious function. Perhaps that special function was Eternal Life!
This speculation came entirely from Mo Ming's thoughts about Luo Qianshan. It was an event that completely defied science, yet it seemed right before his eyes, leaving no room for Mo Ming to deny its objective existence.
Seeing Mo Ming lost in thought, Demon Eye waved his hand in front of him and said, "Shura, what are you thinking about?"
"Nothing." Mo Ming snapped out of his contemplation, shook his head lightly, and said calmly, "Please continue. Who are the key figures in the Hong Gang? I really want to take them out one by one!"
"The Hong Gang has three branches: Tiger Hall, Leopard Hall, and Lion Hall. The Hall Masters are Black Tiger, Wen Bao, and Mourning Lion respectively. All three have some skills, but for you, they might as well be useless. Among them, Wen Bao is the most cunning; Black Tiger is the fiercest; Mourning Lion has a fierce name but is actually very low-key—no one can tell whether he is a civil or military general."
Demon Eye took a sip of red wine and smiled lightly. "Well, that's all I know. As for anything else, I have no idea. Now tell me about your second matter!"
"The second matter is currently my top priority."
Demon Eye asked curiously, "Oh? What is it?"
"Help me find someone!" Mo Ming said calmly.
"What kind of big shot?"
Mo Ming pulled out a document from his pocket and tossed it onto the table, saying, "All the information about that person is here. Right now, he is either alive or dead; I'm not sure. But even if he is dead, you need to help me find out!"
"Don't tell me this person is a big shot in the country!" Demon Eye swallowed hard. From Mo Ming's tone and demeanor, he could tell that Mo Ming was very concerned about this matter. He picked up the document from the table and began to look through the information inside.
"His name is Su Luan. He holds very important information. If you find any news about him, notify me immediately. You know my phone number, right?" Mo Ming said seriously.
Demon Eye nodded and replied, "Alright, I'll do my best. After all, the world is so big; finding a living person is one thing, but finding a dead one is quite another. If I get any news, I'll let you know right away."
Mo Ming stood up and looked at Demon Eye, saying, "I know this is difficult, but I believe in your abilities, Demon Eye. I'm waiting for your good news!" With that, Mo Ming stepped out.
Watching Mo Ming leave, Demon Eye couldn't help but twitch his mouth. Mo Ming had placed this burden squarely on him without giving him any chance to refuse, which left him feeling quite frustrated.
Finding a dead person? That was like searching for a needle in a haystack!
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