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"This person is not Hebrew!"
After a brief encounter, Mo Ming realized that the opponent was not Hebrew. Although the person's skills were decent, they were significantly weaker compared to Hebrew, and their height didn't match either.
However, this person appeared in the area and even shot at him, filled with hostility. They must be affiliated with Hebrew; this was just a fleeting thought.
Without giving the opponent any chance to catch their breath, Mo Ming quickly moved in front of the person and delivered a powerful punch.
The person made no sound, seemingly mute, swiftly dodging to the side. Then, they retaliated with a punch aimed at Mo Ming.
Mo Ming paid no attention to the incoming fist and immediately countered with a punch of his own, putting all his strength into it without losing any speed.
In this situation, Mo Ming's mind was already filled with various offensive strategies. As long as the opponent dared to dodge, it would play right into Mo Ming's hands, allowing him to unleash a flurry of attacks that would leave them gasping for air.
The opponent seemed to realize that dodging would only complicate matters further and had no intention of evading. Instead, they committed to their punch aimed at Mo Ming's fist.
"You do have some brains, but do you think your fist is harder than mine?"
The two solid fists collided violently. The opponent's strength was clearly inferior to Mo Ming's, causing them to stagger back a few steps before regaining their balance.
As the opponent retreated, Mo Ming, who was adept at seizing opportunities, took advantage of the moment to close in and landed a punch squarely on their chest.
There was no room for resistance. When the opponent noticed Mo Ming closing in, they instinctively tried to protect their chest with both hands. However, their reaction was too slow; Mo Ming's fist had already struck their chest.
It felt as if they had been hit hard by a hammer, sending them flying back against the wall. The person seemed quite injured, struggling as if their body were falling apart.
Without seeing the other person's expression, it was clear that he was extremely shocked. He quickly crossed his arms in front of his chest, trying to defend against Mo Ming's attack.
But was it even possible?
Mo Ming's moves were completely unpredictable, and combined with his incredible speed, it was very difficult to defend. As long as there was the slightest opening, Mo Ming could easily launch an attack on him.
"Where is Hebrew?"
Mo Ming shouted in anger, landing a punch on the person's abdomen, causing him to stagger back a few steps before crashing into the wall.
"Shut up! Who knows where that bastard is? I'm also trying to find him!" The seemingly mute person finally couldn't hold back and cursed loudly.
"Hmph, stop wasting my time. If you have no connection to Hebrew, you'd better surrender quietly. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
At this moment, if he let his guard down, he might be caught off guard. Mo Ming didn't care whether the other person was an ally or not; as long as they were willing to stop, he wouldn't make things difficult for them.
The man sneered, "Heh, if you don't trust me, why should I trust you? If I surrender and you're the enemy, wouldn't I be dead?"
"If you don't stop, you'll die anyway!"
Since the other party refused to back down, whether they were friend or foe would be determined after he was knocked down!
Just as Mo Ming was about to make his move, the other person waved his hand.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three beams of Cold Light shot out, and at the same time, the person quickly dashed toward the door.
Mo Ming swiftly dodged the three beams of Cold Light, but the person's speed was astonishing, and they had already burst through the door, slamming it shut behind them.
Boom!
Furious, Mo Ming kicked the door open with a single blow and quickly chased down the stairs, but he saw no sign of anyone. Mo Ming was almost at full speed in his pursuit.
However, when he reached the first floor, he still did not see that person; instead, He Yunsong jogged over.
Mo Ming quickly glanced around but found no trace of anyone. His brow furrowed as he asked, "Ah Yun, did you see anyone run down?"
"No, did Hebrew escape downstairs?" He Yunsong also looked around quickly but shook his head when he saw no one.
"That's bad; that guy must have gone straight upstairs instead of downstairs!"
Mo Ming suddenly realized and turned to chase back up. He Yunsong was a bit confused but followed after him.
They reached the rooftop, where the door was wide open, but the rooftop was empty—there wasn't a single person in sight.
"Damn it, that guy really can run; he actually got away!" Mo Ming's furious expression turned slightly frustrated.
"Uh, boss, let's not worry about him for now. How is Jordan?" He Yunsong asked anxiously, frowning.
"Hey, you go check on him."
Mo Ming was not sure if Jordan was in trouble. When he called out earlier, no one responded, but since he had not seen Jordan's body, he still held onto a glimmer of hope.
"Is he dead?"
He Yunsong's body trembled slightly, and his eyes immediately turned red. He grabbed Mo Ming's arms and shook him, saying, "Boss, tell me, is he dead?"
"I haven't seen his body, so I don't know if he's dead. Ah Yun, put away your weakness. No matter the outcome, we cannot let Hebrew go!"
Mo Ming took a deep breath, feeling a bit of sorrow himself. He found it hard to accept Jordan's death, but what had happened had happened; seeking revenge for him was what truly mattered!
"Where is he?" He Yunsong tried to calm himself down and released Mo Ming, feeling somewhat embarrassed. "Boss, I'm sorry for losing my composure earlier."
"It's fine. Let's go take a look." Mo Ming smiled lightly and patted He Yunsong's shoulder.
Mo Ming walked ahead while He Yunsong followed behind. When they reached the fourth floor, He Yunsong hesitated to look; he didn't want to see Jordan's body lying there.
"Ah Yun, you have to face what needs to be faced. Whether you want to or not, you must confront it. It would be best if Jordan is alive; if he really isn't here anymore, we need to give him a proper funeral and let him rest in peace."
Mo Ming understood that He Yunsong was feeling heavy-hearted at this moment and unwilling to accept what had happened to Jordan. He wanted to escape the reality, but the event had occurred; whether he wanted to face it or not, he had to!
He Yunsong gritted his teeth and nodded firmly. "Boss, I understand! If Zuo Dun is really dead, I will avenge him!"
Mo Ming patted his shoulder earnestly and said, "You will. Hebrew will not live!"
Without saying more, Mo Ming turned on the lights in the room on the fourth floor. Immediately, the scene inside came into view. After checking for signs of life, his expression brightened.
Inside the room were splatters of blood and several bodies scattered on the floor. All their limbs had been severed at the joints, and the fatal injury was a thin line of blood around their necks; their expressions were all filled with fear.
“Zuo Dun!”
He Yunsong saw that the person lying not far away was indeed Zuo Dun. His heart skipped a beat, and he hurried over.
Mo Ming followed him, examining Zuo Dun closely but found no signs of injury. He raised an eyebrow, crouched down, and checked Zuo Dun's breath, his expression brightening.
“He's still breathing; he's not dead!”
Upon hearing this, He Yunsong pressed on Zuo Dun's chest and confirmed that there was indeed a heartbeat, and it was normal!
The sorrowful expression was immediately replaced by joy. After seeing the gruesome state of the corpses earlier, he had thought Zuo Dun was also dead and hadn't noticed that Zuo Dun was uninjured.
Mo Ming pinched Zuo Dun's nose and sealed his mouth, causing Zuo Dun to experience a brief lack of oxygen. The instinct to survive made Zuo Dun struggle violently for a moment.
“Hey, this kid can really sleep! How can you sleep in a situation like this?”
Zuo Dun opened his eyes. For a moment, fear flashed across his face, but upon realizing it was Mo Ming and He Yunsong, he relaxed and smiled brightly.
“Damn it, boss, Yun Song, you guys are here! You scared me to death just now; I thought I was going to die.” Zuo Dun recalled the moment with lingering fear, feeling as if he had walked through the gates of hell.
“You brought this on yourself!” Mo Ming scolded with a laugh. “I told you not to interfere, but you insisted on coming over. Lucky for you that you're still alive; Ah Yun was almost in tears!”
“Damn it, boss, which of your eyes saw me crying?” He Yunsong rolled his eyes dramatically and replied helplessly.
“I was planning to leave, but I ran into that foreigner named something like 'Xi' on the way. I intended to follow him to find out where he was going. Who knew I'd end up here? Before I could react, my brothers were already dead.”
Zuo Dun awkwardly scratched the back of his head and said, "Boss, Yun Song, I'm sorry for worrying you all. I know I was reckless and shouldn't have acted on my own. Sigh, I put the brothers in danger..."
"Alright, it's all in the past. As long as you're fine, that's what matters. But remember to be more cautious in the future and don't take matters into your own hands again."
He Yunsong understood that Zuo Dun had good intentions and didn't want to see his brothers harmed. Blaming him would only add pressure to his heart.
"Zuo Dun, how did you survive?" Mo Ming thought something was off and said, "With Hebrew's skills, it would have been easy for him to kill you. Why did he let you go?"
"Well, to be honest, I'm not quite sure either. Just when I thought I was done for, a figure rushed in, and then a fight broke out. After that, I got hit on the head and passed out. What happened afterward is a blur to me."
Zuo Dun tried hard to recall what had happened earlier but couldn't remember anything at all.
"Could that person who came in earlier be from the Flowing Wind Sect?"
Thinking back to the person who was slightly weaker than Hebrew and had claimed not to be part of Hebrew's group, Mo Ming started to believe it.
"Which one?" He Yunsong and Zuo Dun asked Mo Ming, confused by his rambling.
Mo Ming replied, "It's the one who shot at me when I entered this room. I thought he was Hebrew and engaged him in a fight. Later, I realized he wasn't Hebrew. As for who he is, I have no idea."
After hearing Mo Ming's words, Zuo Dun seemed to be affected a bit and said, "I remember the person who saved me rushed out of the room. Also, before I passed out, someone named Xi escaped."
"If that's the case, then the person who saved you must have infiltrated this house early on with the purpose of waiting for Hebrew to return."
Mo Ming organized his thoughts but still found something unclear. "But none of the timelines match up!"
Zuo Dun encountered Hebrew first, while Mo Ming arrived later, with a significant time difference.
If the person who saved Zuo Dun hid inside first and waited until Hebrew returned to kill Zuo Dun, then that would coincide with the time when Mo Ming went upstairs!
At that moment, Mo Ming clearly received a call from Zuo Dun's phone, which creates a major contradiction in timing, doesn't it?
"Boss, is something wrong?" He Yunsong asked, noticing Mo Ming talking to himself in a nervous manner.
Mo Ming did not respond to He Yunsong, but instead asked Zuo Dun: "Where's your phone?"
Upon hearing this, Zuo Dun hurriedly checked his pants and realized his phone was missing. Remembering what had happened earlier, he exclaimed in shock: "Damn, the person who bumped into me was a Pickpocket!
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