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After Mo Ming left the castle with the Lion and others, Reed still felt uneasy, so he had Hank follow them, worried that Mo Ming might get angry and harm Edith. Hank didn't dare to get too close.
"Hey, boss, you're impressive! We originally planned to rescue you, but who knew you ended up saving us instead? It's a bit embarrassing when I think about it," the Lion said, glancing back at Reed's group but not daring to make any moves, finding it somewhat amusing.
The Lion was typically a carefree guy. Reflecting on their initial intention to save Mo Ming, it was ironic that things had turned out this way, leaving him feeling a bit awkward.
Night Peak, however, didn't think much of it. As long as they could leave safely, it didn't matter who saved whom. Looking at Hank following behind them, he warned, "Brother Mo Ming, we should hurry and leave. No one knows if Reed has other plans in mind; we don't want to fall into his trap."
It wasn't that Night Peak was cowardly; his willingness to come here to rescue Mo Ming had already proven his courage. His current concern was simply due to being cautious.
This was the territory of the Frank Family, and anything could happen at any moment. They needed to leave quickly to ensure their safety.
"Yes, Brother Ye is right. To be honest, I wasn't very confident earlier. After all, Reed has killed countless people to reach this point. Would he really let us go for the sake of a daughter? I was just taking a gamble, and it seems Reed still has some conscience left," Mo Ming nodded, glancing at the pitiful girl in his hands. At that moment, her face had turned pale with fear, devoid of any color.
Hank was correct; Edith was indeed innocent. She hadn't done anything wrong. In such circumstances, Mo Ming naturally couldn't let her go for the sake of survival; otherwise, he and the Lion would have been dead.
As they were about to exit Reed's estate, members of the "Soul of Justice" lurking in the shadows began to converge towards Mo Ming from all directions—over two hundred of them, all fully armed.
This was a fighting force comparable to two companies. The members of "Soul of Justice" had engaged in countless life-and-death battles in Africa and executed numerous missions; each one's strength could rival that of Special Forces from major countries.
"My God, what is going on? I can't believe there were so many enemies hidden here without us knowing!" Hank exclaimed in shock as he looked at the crowd approaching Mo Ming. However, anger quickly replaced his surprise as he shouted, "A bunch of useless trash! You've been living off our resources for nothing! You’re supposed to be retired special forces; how pathetic!"
Those being scolded by Hank didn't dare to retort. As Special Forces members, they had their pride but chose to bow their heads and remain silent in front of someone stronger like Hank.
Once they exited Reed's estate, those members dispersed into the quiet night while Mo Ming, the Lion, Night Peak, Afterimage, Seductive, and Demon Slayer walked together.
"Boss, when do you plan to release Reed's daughter?" Lion asked, glancing at the terrified Edith, who looked like a frightened bird.
Lion understood Mo Ming's character; he always followed through on his words. Since he said he would let her go, he wouldn't go back on it.
"I'm not in a hurry; we can't eat her anyway." Mo Ming smiled slightly, looking at Edith with a calm tone. "You don't need to worry; we won't harm you. As long as we are safe, I will send you back to your father."
The young girl’s beautiful blue eyes were fixed on Mo Ming, filled with fear. It seemed that Mo Ming's earlier behavior had truly frightened her; perhaps she really thought he was a devil.
"Hehe, Boss, look at how scared the little girl is," Demon Slayer laughed heartily. "Little sister, don't worry; we are all..."
"Woo..." Initially, Edith was just afraid, but when she saw Demon Slayer's fierce face covered in tattoos, she immediately burst into tears.
Mo Ming shook his head with a wry smile. "I think it’s you who scared her; hurry and find something to cover your face!"
"Come on, Boss, that's not fair..." Demon Slayer protested with a gloomy expression. However, seeing Mo Ming's serious face and the gesture for silence made him realize something was wrong.
In the quiet night, a faint silver light spread across the road.
Soft footsteps approached from all directions, getting closer and closer. The steps were so light they seemed almost nonexistent, but Mo Ming and the others had particularly sharp eyes and ears. Coupled with the stillness of the night, they could hear it clearly.
"It seems tonight won't be peaceful; some uninvited guests have arrived," Mo Ming said with a faint smile to the sobbing Edith. "If you're scared, just close your eyes for a while and don't open them, okay?"
Unexpectedly, as soon as Mo Ming finished speaking, Edith nodded and immediately closed her eyes.
"Wow, this girl is really interesting. Just now she thought I was a bad person, and now she's listening to me," Mo Ming said in surprise before shaking his head and smiling.
"Be careful!" Lion warned.
Mo Ming had already noticed the darts flying from all directions, dense and coming at him with considerable speed.
"Do the stars dare to compete with the sun and moon?" Mo Ming scoffed coldly, using the rifle in his hand as a close-range weapon to shield Edith, blocking the incoming darts.
Lion and the others quickly formed a circle around Edith, also using their rifles to block the darts, but it was quite strenuous; there were too many darts, and one misstep could be fatal.
Fortunately, Mo Ming and his team had a solid foundation, and they were careful in blocking the darts. Before long, the overwhelming barrage of darts gradually diminished, becoming sparse. In just a few moments, they were mostly blocked by Mo Ming and his team.
"Heh heh, I thought these darts were free; they disappeared just like that?" Starfall said with a hint of mockery.
With the darts gone, a group of individuals dressed in dark clothing rushed over, each carrying a long katana on their backs.
These people seemed to be affiliated with the ninjas seen in Rider Castle, especially with their distinctive long katanas; there was no mistaking it.
Reed was indeed playing tricks. Taking advantage of the "Yihun" brothers scattering, he sent ninjas to pursue them. It seemed that saying he still had a conscience was wrong; he had become utterly deranged, even abandoning his own daughter.
"Hmph, a bunch of worthless scum. Don't you get tired carrying those clumsy swords?" Lion spat disdainfully. "Damn it, tonight I'm going to take you down!"
"Lion, let's have a competition and see who kills more!" Mo Ming's eyes filled with killing intent as he fired first at the group of ninjas.
"Sure, who’s afraid of whom!" Lion laughed heartily.
There were at least two hundred ninjas, and facing Mo Ming and his team armed with firearms, they showed no fear, seemingly determined to die. As Mo Ming fired his gun, they all drew their katanas from their backs and charged toward him with a roar.
Under the gun of Shura, there would be no survivors!
Even though those ninjas moved faster than ordinary people, for Mo Ming—who could predict an opponent's movement trajectory just by sound—it truly meant nothing.
In just a moment, four or five of the opposing ninjas had already fallen.
Lion and the others also opened fire; it would be foolish not to use guns at this time. Could cold weapons compete with firearms? Clearly not. However, those ninjas were quite stubborn, as none of them used firearms.
Was it arrogance or foolishness? Who could say?
Nevertheless, those ninjas did have remarkably quick reflexes; some even managed to deflect bullets with their katanas. Whether it was luck or skill, they undeniably redirected the bullets.
Mo Ming had only a few people, and their firepower was evidently insufficient. The group of ninjas resembled a pack of wolves that hadn't eaten for days, while Mo Ming and his companions were like plump lambs, desperately charging forward.
"They're crazy! They've all gone mad!" Demon Slayer exclaimed, saying, "If I had known there would be such a bunch of lunatics, I should have prepared a submachine gun tonight. Let's see if there are more of them or more bullets from me!"
"Damn it, what's the point of saying anything now? I’m out of bullets!" Afterimage said as he checked his empty magazine and pulled the trigger, producing a click from the empty chamber.
Mo Ming and his companions were also nearly out of ammunition. Originally over two hundred ninjas had appeared, but now, even after accounting for those who had been shot down, there were still about two hundred and forty left.
"Wow, this is truly insane! So bold and so strong! I didn't expect that the previous two hundred were just cannon fodder!" Mo Ming thought to himself in frustration as he watched the number of ninjas increase rather than decrease.
He really couldn't understand what Reed was thinking, suddenly going mad and sending out a large group of Death Warriors. Just look at those darts that rained down earlier; he clearly didn't care about his daughter's life at all!
"Baka! Die, all of you!"
The ninjas had closed in on Mo Ming and his group. One ninja swung his katana towards Mo Ming, who quickly swung his rifle to block the attack.
Clang!
A sharp sound rang out as Mo Ming's rifle was cleaved in two. If it weren't for Mo Ming's quick reflexes, that martial arts blade would have struck straight into his chest.
"Dammit, this knife is really sharp. Lion, be careful and block their blades with your rifles!" Mo Ming warned Lion and the others as he moved to confront the charging ninja.
"You Chinese should all die! Damn it!" the Eastern Ninja said disdainfully in unclear Japanese, while his Katana wildly attacked Mo Ming.
Upon hearing this, an endless killing intent flashed in Mo Ming's eyes, and a fierce expression appeared on his face. After dodging the ninja's Katana, Mo Ming closed in on him and executed a grappling move to evade the Katana.
In just that moment, the ninja didn't even understand what was happening before the Katana was already in Mo Ming's hands. For the ninja, having his Katana taken away felt like having his dignity trampled into the ground, and he immediately charged at Mo Ming in a fit of rage.
"F*** you, you Chinese!"
Mo Ming was instantly enraged by the ninja's insult. The moment he seized the Katana, he swiftly slashed forward. The ninja couldn't dodge in time and could only watch helplessly as the Katana sliced open his abdomen, exposing blood and intestines.
"Those who insult national dignity shall be killed without mercy!"
Mo Ming was furious; he could tolerate many things, but he absolutely could not tolerate insults to his country's dignity. As a soldier, even after retiring, he still held love for his homeland.
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