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Mo Ming tightly held Lin Yuan'er in his arms and tried to pull the door, but it was locked and wouldn't budge. In this critical moment, there was no time for Mo Ming to think.
He stepped back a few paces, secured Lin Yuan'er in his arms, and then kicked the door with great force. With just one kick, he smashed the door open, the sound echoing like a bomb going off.
The loud crash immediately alerted the assassins behind them, and Mo Ming's keen ears picked up the sound of hurried footsteps approaching.
"Quick, chase after them! They are trying to escape through the back door!"
All of this happened in the blink of an eye. As soon as he broke down the door, Mo Ming wasted no time and dashed out with Lin Yuan'er, quickly glancing left and right before choosing the left path to run.
The assassins who had been preparing to ambush Mo Ming were well-trained and swift in their movements. They quickly followed him out, and as soon as they spotted Mo Ming, they began shooting while running. The alley was filled with a barrage of gunfire.
Despite holding Lin Yuan'er, Mo Ming remained agile, dodging skillfully as bullets whizzed past him. Then he heard distant gunshots accompanied by screams that reached his ears.
From the varying distances of the gunfire, it became clear that two groups were involved. Just as Mo Ming was about to turn a corner, he glanced sideways and saw all the assassins falling down.
A masked figure was seen putting away his gun. Mo Ming locked eyes with him and recognized him as the person who had ambushed him last time; however, this time it seemed he had come to Mo Ming's aid.
Why had he tried to assassinate him before but now chose to help?
This thought flashed through Mo Ming's mind, but he had no time to ponder it. The most urgent matter was to get Lin Yuan'er to the hospital; otherwise, her fragile body would be in danger.
Mo Ming didn't dare drive a car for fear of encountering more hidden assassins. Instead, he quickly ran toward the nearest hospital while carrying Lin Yuan'er. Despite holding a living person in his arms, Mo Ming moved swiftly.
People on the street stared in shock when they saw Mo Ming.
"Is this guy even human? His speed is probably beyond that of our country's best sprinters... not to mention he's carrying a woman who doesn't look light!"
Upon arriving at the hospital, Lin Yuan'er was somewhat disoriented, but fortunately, she had not fainted. Mo Ming had arrived in time, and as soon as the doctor received Lin Yuan'er, she was immediately taken into the emergency room for treatment.
Mo Ming anxiously waited outside, his brow furrowed in worry. Inside, Lin Yuan'er's fate was uncertain, and he could not calm his racing heart. The more he thought about it, the more chaotic his mind became; this was a feeling he had never experienced before.
Having hovered on the brink of death countless times, the fear of death held no weight for Mo Ming. Even if he knew he would die tomorrow, he would not feel any fear. It seemed he had come to terms with life and death, viewing everything with a sense of detachment.
However, that sense of transcendence and indifference to life and death began to fade at this moment. Because of Lin Yuan'er's injury, Mo Ming started to realize the fear of death and felt his own helplessness.
In a world unknown to most, the strongest killing machine, Shura, found himself powerless not only to protect his woman but also needing her to shield him from bullets. At this moment, he even felt a sense of fear.
Did this mean that Mo Ming was beginning to tread down the path of decline?
The feeling of fearing death quickly enveloped his heart. Thinking about how Lin Yuan'er had taken that bullet for him filled him with self-reproach. From their marriage until now, Mo Ming had given Lin Yuan'er nothing; instead, because of him, she now lay on that cold hospital bed.
"Damn it! I can't even protect my own woman; what kind of Shura am I?" Mo Ming laughed bitterly and said, "Ha! I'm just someone who brings disaster to others—Murong Lian was like this, and now even Yuan is too!"
"Ah!"
Mo Ming shouted and slammed his fist against the tile wall. With a loud bang, the tile cracked, and his knuckles split open as crimson blood oozed from the wound.
"I'm sorry, sir, but loud noises are not allowed here. For the safety of the patients inside, please keep quiet."
A female nurse approached with a frown and an unhappy expression but spoke gently as she reminded Mo Ming. She then turned and walked back into the emergency room.
"Hu"
Mo Ming took a deep breath, trying to suppress his terrible emotions. The effect was minimal, but at least he felt a bit calmer, and he recalled later hearing the language spoken by that group of people—it was Thai!
"Tate! You bastard, if anything happens to Lin Yuan'er, even if I die, I will make sure you accompany her in death!" Mo Ming's eyes flashed with a hint of murderous intent, anger brewing between his brows as he spoke in a heavy voice, "Rest assured. I will not let you go. I won't allow anyone who harms my loved ones to have an easy time."
Suddenly, Mo Ming's gaze became sharp as he turned his head abruptly to look down the corridor. Upon seeing the newcomer, his alertness relaxed because it was not an assassin but He Yunsong and Silver Wolf.
"Boss, how is Sister-in-law?"
After receiving a notification from a subordinate about buying tickets from scalpers, He Yunsong hurriedly brought Silver Wolf to the hospital. Upon arrival, he saw Mo Ming standing alone at the emergency room door and quickly walked over.
From Mo Ming's demeanor, one could see worry, fear, and anger—all the emotions one would expect in such situations—manifesting in this seemingly tough young man.
Mo Ming remained silent, which only made He Yunsong more anxious. "Boss, say something! We're about to go crazy here. How is Sister-in-law? Is she okay?"
"Still in there for emergency treatment."
Mo Ming pointed his thumb toward the emergency room and then pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, bringing it to his lips but getting lost in thought and not actually putting it in his mouth. He then put the cigarette back.
"Don't worry; I think Sister-in-law will be fine. Nothing will happen to her." Though he said this, He Yunsong still frowned, feeling puzzled. "Boss, who are those people? Could it be Zhuge Sheng that old fox behind this?"
"This isn't Zhuge Sheng's doing; I have a rough idea of who it is."
"Who?" Silver Wolf and He Yunsong asked simultaneously.
"General Tait of the Golden Triangle, a figure with an independent armed force in a chaotic region, is a drug lord so powerful that even the government cannot eradicate his cartel." Mo Ming's tone was calm yet cold, and one could sense the endless fury simmering beneath that calmness.
People in the underworld had heard of Tate, the notorious drug lord. Much of Sito Hai's drugs had been supplied by Tate, and He Yunsong, as a member of the Little Green Society, naturally had some understanding of him.
"Could it be that because we took down Sito Hai and severed his drug supply chain, he has turned his murderous intent towards you?" He Yunsong furrowed his brows and pondered for a moment before saying, "Silver Wolf, gather our people immediately and search everywhere. If any suspicious outsiders appear, capture them all!"
Upon hearing this, a glint of ferocity flashed in Silver Wolf's eyes. He glanced at Mo Ming and replied with a somewhat indifferent expression, "Boss, don't worry. Sister-in-law has her blessings; nothing will happen. I'll find those scoundrels right away!"
Just as Silver Wolf was about to turn around—
"Silver Wolf, be careful. The other side has firearms; we don't know if they have heavy weapons. If you encounter them, do not act recklessly—immediately inform me."
Mo Ming was not entirely at ease with Silver Wolf. After all, the opponents were trained killers who had undergone brutal training. Although Silver Wolf was strong, he might still be outmatched by them, especially since they had firearms.
"I understand." Silver Wolf turned back and gave Mo Ming a victory sign with a slight smile on his lips. "Those scoundrels want to take me down; it won't be that easy."
With that, Silver Wolf hurriedly left.
Mo Ming's expression was complex as he sat silently in the chair, his heart swinging uncertainly. He occasionally glanced at the emergency room lights and silently urged, "Yuan, you must hold on. We still have many things to finish; you can't just let go like this."
At such times, He Yunsong wisely kept quiet. He understood that what Mo Ming needed was not any comfort but a moment of calm; excessive consolation would only add to his turmoil.
Mo Ming did not inform anyone about Lin Yuan'er’s situation; Fu Meng and others received no news about it. The reason for this was simply to avoid worrying them; he preferred to bear the anxiety of waiting alone.
The long corridor was silent and rarely traversed by anyone. Suddenly, a faint sound broke through the stillness, causing Mo Ming's nerves to tense up again. He and He Yunsong immediately turned their gazes toward the source of the sound.
A man and a woman in police uniforms approached, and Mo Ming was all too familiar with them.
Haotian and Luo Zixing.
“Mo Ming, I rushed over as soon as I received the report, but I was still a step too late. Aside from the killer's body, there was nothing else to find. However, there was a witness who saw a man, Unarmed, take down a group of people and then carry a woman to the hospital. I guessed it was you right away.”
Mo Ming smiled wryly and shook his head, saying, “You guessed correctly.”
“The reason I guessed correctly is that in Nanhua City, there aren’t many people who can do this. Besides you, I can’t think of anyone else,” Haotian said flatly, without a hint of a smile. “What’s the background of those killers? Why did they want to assassinate you?”
“Even if you knew, you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it, because even a large government can’t handle him, let alone your small police station.” After pausing and glancing at Luo Zixing's dissatisfied expression, Mo Ming continued, “I don’t mean to look down on you; it’s just that you really can’t do anything about him.”
“Hmph, then why don’t you tell me? I refuse to believe there’s someone so overbearing!” Luo Zixing retorted dismissively.
“You’re just a little girl; how old are you? What kind of world have you seen? Do you even understand the darkness in this world?” Mo Ming teased. “You’re thinking too naively. Even if I told you, what could you do about him?”
“Then go ahead and tell me!”
Mo Ming glanced at Haotian, whose expression confirmed that he was just as curious as Luo Zixing, wanting to know who had such extraordinary abilities that even the government couldn’t handle him. This seemed a bit absurd.
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