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Mo Ming carried Qi Miao straight to the hospital. His injuries were severe and required professional treatment; it would be disastrous if there were any lasting effects. Upon arriving at a private hospital, the doctor examined Qi Miao's injuries and asked several probing questions.
To avoid unnecessary trouble, Mo Ming had no choice but to silence him with money. The doctor's eyes lit up at the mention of money, and he stopped asking questions, immediately arranging for Qi Miao to receive specialized treatment and a private room.
Money can move mountains, and it can certainly buy a person, especially in today's society where medical ethics are often compromised and many are swayed by greed.
After receiving professional treatment, Qi Miao was transferred to a private room. The doctor informed Mo Ming that his injuries were too severe and would require time to heal. Mo Ming handed over another sum of money to the doctor, covering the hospital fees and hiring a good nurse for dedicated care.
Seeing the large amount of money, the doctor immediately agreed without further discussion. Mo Ming was too preoccupied to care; having taken care of Qi Miao's situation, he felt no need to stay any longer and left the hospital.
He headed straight back to the hotel. It was getting late, and after taking a shower, Mo Ming collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
When he awoke at dawn, Mo Ming felt refreshed. After washing up, he spent some time observing the situation at the Little Green Society headquarters through binoculars. Not noticing anything unusual, he got dressed and went out.
With He Yunsong's whereabouts still unknown, Mo Ming decided to check in with Yang Fan for any news. If Zhuge Sheng was indeed dead, then Yang Fan would be the one in charge. If there were any updates about He Yunsong from the Little Green Society, Yang Fan would surely know first.
Mo Ming wandered around Yang Fan's territory for several days but could not find him anywhere. In desperation, he grabbed one of Yang Fan's underlings and interrogated him, only to learn that Yang Fan had also been missing lately and had not been seen on his turf.
After questioning him, Mo Ming eliminated the underling; leaving him alive would risk exposing his own whereabouts. Mo Ming did not want anyone from the Little Green Society to know about him; it was just bad luck that he crossed paths with Mo Ming!
"Could Yang Fan have run into trouble as well?"
Back at the hotel, Mo Ming pondered this. First Lord Qian was killed, then He Yunsong turned traitor, followed by Zhuge Sheng being assassinated that very night. Now the only person who could take charge, Yang Fan, had also gone missing. It felt as though a massive conspiracy was looming over him, causing Mo Ming some concern.
"Tonight I will pay a visit to the Little Green Society headquarters; perhaps I can find some answers there." With this resolve, Mo Ming decided not to dwell on these thoughts any longer—there was no point in wasting energy on speculation.
At midnight sharp, Mo Ming donned a black hooded trench coat and left the hotel, heading directly toward the Little Green Society headquarters. He bypassed the main entrance and made his way to the side wall.
After surveying the area and finding no signs of anyone around, Mo Ming pulled out a prepared mask from his pocket. Once he put it on and adjusted his hood, he became almost unrecognizable—only his nose and eyes were visible. Anyone unfamiliar with Mo Ming would find it difficult to identify him at first glance.
Having prepared everything, Mo Ming took a few steps back, sprinted a short distance, leaped up, grabbed the wall with both hands, pushed off with his right foot, and gracefully arced through the air before landing steadily in the courtyard.
Mo Ming had observed that at this time, the guards' surveillance in this area was quite weak, and since this location was a blind spot for the cameras, he quietly slipped into the courtyard.
"First, I should take a look around; I might find some useful clues." Mo Ming wasn't exactly sure about the layout of the courtyard or what he could find there tonight, but he thought he might as well try his luck to see if he could uncover something valuable.
Just as Mo Ming was about to take a step forward, two little brothers from the Little Green Society walked by. One of them yawned and complained, "Hey, do you see what time it is? If it were before, I would have been sleeping with my wife by now. But here I am, stuck guarding this place. What’s there to guard anyway?"
"Stop complaining. The Little Green Society hasn't been peaceful lately. A few days ago, Ren Long was killed by traitor He Yunsong, and then our leader Zhuge Sheng was assassinated. Boss Yang Fan said we must strengthen our defenses; if anything goes wrong, it will be dealt with severely!" the other replied with a sigh.
"Yeah, what kind of situation is this? I remember we were on duty the night the leader was assassinated," said the first little brother as he glanced around. He leaned closer to the other and whispered, "Do you remember? It’s strange that after Boss Yang Fan met with Leader Zhuge Sheng that night, something happened. But where's the assassin? Not even a shadow!"
"Shh!" The second little brother immediately tensed up and looked around before speaking softly. "Let’s just pretend this never happened. If you don’t want to die, it’s best to keep your mouth shut."
The first little brother swallowed hard and nodded. "Good thing you reminded me; otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to sleep with my wife. Let’s patrol around a bit; if something really happens, we can’t afford it!"
With that, the two little brothers went off to patrol.
Although they spoke quietly afterward, Mo Ming was still able to read their lips and understood what they said.
"Yang Fan met with Zhuge Sheng, and then Zhuge Sheng got into trouble?" Mo Ming furrowed his brow and thought to himself: "It seems like things are starting to make sense. If Yang Fan didn’t get into trouble, then this matter must be closely related to him!"
From the very first day he met Yang Fan, Mo Ming felt that this person was very calculating. He could clearly see ambition in Yang Fan's eyes; however, Yang Fan operated too discreetly. As the leader of the Little Green Society, he always engaged in legitimate business, giving people the impression that he didn’t care much about status.
But after hearing the conversation between the two little brothers, Mo Ming began to reflect carefully on Yang Fan and suddenly felt an intense fear. The treachery of human nature—if Yang Fan truly was behind everything, then his depth of cunning was truly unimaginable.
Once those two little brothers walked far away, Mo Ming cautiously checked his surroundings before moving toward the house. The building was only three stories high but covered a large area; it had at least thirty rooms. Each room could accommodate more than ten beds of about 1.6 meters long. Zhuge Sheng occasionally stayed here, so it was relatively well-equipped.
Mo Ming stealthily explored each room on the first floor. He carefully checked several rooms where the doors were unlocked and found no one inside; they were all empty rooms with basic furniture like beds and tables.
Mo Ming wasn't sure who lived in these rooms; however, since there were beds available, they were definitely meant for people. As for who lived there, that would have to be investigated later; it wasn’t Mo Ming's main focus for tonight.
Mo Ming originally intended to go up to the second floor via the stairs, but there were cameras on the staircase, so he could only climb up through a water pipe that was close to the wall. When he reached the second floor, he noticed a room with light seeping through the crack of the door.
Approaching the room, Mo Ming carefully pressed his ear against the door and immediately sensed something was wrong. He quickly stepped back a few paces, and a sword tip suddenly thrust out from the door.
"Damn, I guessed right; this is definitely a master swordsman!" Mo Ming swallowed hard. If he hadn't reacted quickly just now, that sword would have pierced his skull. Having narrowly escaped, Mo Ming knew his cover was blown and immediately jumped down from the second floor.
As he landed, he rolled forward several times to dissipate some of the impact, and only then did he find himself unharmed.
"Hmph, since you're here, don't think about leaving!"
Not long after Mo Ming landed, someone jumped down from above.
"That's my line! Why are you stealing my lines?"
Mo Ming chuckled and remained calm as he carefully examined the person before him. The individual had sharp eyes and fiery red hair, dressed in a tight black outfit that showcased powerful muscles. He wielded a long sword that was entirely black, with a dazzling red gem embedded in its hilt.
"Anyone can talk big, but who dies later will be obvious," the person said with a slight smirk that seemed quite sinister. Just as he finished speaking, he immediately launched an attack.
The sound of the sword echoed!
It was somewhat melodious but felt like a deadly tune aimed directly at Mo Ming. The long sword thrust forward at incredible speed, like a dragon soaring straight into the sky.
Seeing this, Mo Ming furrowed his brow slightly but didn't freeze; instead, he swiftly dodged to the side. The sword missed its target, and the person let out a cold snort as he swung his sword again in an oddly erratic manner, creating several afterimages.
"Wow, so many swords!"
Mo Ming exclaimed as the sword came crashing down. The speed of the swordplay was astonishing, but Mo Ming's eyes were exceptionally sharp. He quickly twisted his body to evade the attack.
"You've got some skill, kid; you’re worth my serious attention!" The person noted Mo Ming's agility with growing interest while maintaining his relentless assault with the long sword.
The speed of the sword dance was too fast; all Mo Ming could hear were the sounds of slicing air around him. If this continued, he would be too passive and expend too much energy. Realizing this, Mo Ming dared not be careless any longer; his gaze became even more focused.
"Here's a kick for you!"
Mo Ming smirked, quickly crouching down to dodge the incoming attack from the person. Taking advantage of the opening, he swung a punch towards the Sword-Wielding individual's hand with incredible speed and fluidity. The opponent didn't react in time, and Mo Ming's strike knocked the Sword-Wielding's weapon aside.
At the same moment he deflected the opponent's sword, Mo Ming leaped up and delivered a flying kick aimed at the person's abdomen. The individual was unable to block in time and took the full force of Mo Ming's kick, stumbling backward.
Normally, this would be the perfect moment to pursue an advantage, but being alone in a den of tigers, Mo Ming dared not linger. After repelling the opponent, he pulled a handgun from his pocket.
Seeing this, the individual’s expression changed dramatically as he quickly moved to the side. Just as he did so, a gunshot rang out, and a bullet embedded itself in a tree behind him.
"I'm out of here!"
Mo Ming laughed heartily and leaped onto a nearby wall, preparing to escape. Instantly, numerous gunshots erupted behind him as Little Green Society's lackeys rushed over. Unfortunately for them, Mo Ming had already made a safe retreat.
"Brothers, let's chase after him!" one of Little Green Society's members urged.
"No need. With you bunch of fools, chasing after him would only lead to your deaths!" The Sword-Wielding individual coldly replied. He then glanced in the direction Mo Ming had gone, his eyes narrowing with a hint of murderous intent. "Whoever you are, if you fall into my hands next time, just wait to die!"
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