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"The front door is no longer an option. I have no idea how many people are out there or where they are hiding. If I go out, it will definitely be a dead end. I need to find another way." Mo Ming initially wanted to call Silver Wolf to inform the nearby allies to come and help, but he soon realized that the mobile signal had been jammed.
The other side came prepared, thinking of everything, even cutting the phone lines. Mo Ming speculated that the hotel staff were either dead or kidnapped. Outside the door, a group was lying in wait, ready to rush in at any moment. Charging out through the front door would be reckless; even if he had superhuman strength, he couldn't fend off a hail of bullets. He wasn't a fool and wouldn't make such a stupid move.
Staying here would also lead to death. If the enemy rushed in all at once, the confined space of the room would make it easy for them to hit him, even if they were blind. Defending was not an option; he had to find a way to escape.
"I refuse to believe I'll die here today!"
In dangerous moments, one must remain calm; this is how one can survive dire situations. Mo Ming's mind had been tempered through countless life-and-death battles, and he was as composed as a deep pool. Even now, his expression remained serene as he quickly scanned the room.
This was a seven-story building; jumping out directly was impossible. The only escape route was through the window, but the gap between the two rooms was too wide, and the window was tightly shut—escaping through the neighboring room seemed unlikely.
Mo Ming remained calm as he reached for the curtains beside him and felt a surge of joy; the fabric was quite sturdy. An idea struck him as he turned to look at the bedspread's material. Without further hesitation, he began twisting the curtains and bedspread into a makeshift rope.
Once he finished twisting the rope, he could escape to the next floor.
Time was of the essence, but Mo Ming did not panic; he continued twisting the rope. Just then, his adversaries could no longer hold back—a gunshot rang out, and the lock on the front door was shot open.
"Bang..." A loud crash followed.
"Damn it! Something's blocking the door! Kick it open!"
Immediately after, heavy kicking sounds echoed as they attempted to force their way in. Although something was currently blocking the door, they wouldn't take long to break through.
"Brothers, put some muscle into it!"
Mo Ming remained unfazed, quickly twisting the bedspread and curtains into a rope with both hands.
"Done!"
Just as the door was about to be kicked open, Mo Ming had already tied himself up, wasting not a second. One end of the rope was secured to the bedpost with a tight knot, while the other end was fastened around his body. He opened the window and looked down at the situation below.
The length of the rope was just enough to reach the next floor. Mo Ming prepared himself, took a step back, and sprinted forward. As he leaped out of the window, the door was kicked open.
"Catch him! Don't let him escape!"
The sound of gunfire erupted behind him.
Mo Ming was already falling down; the bed shifted forward due to his weight, knocking into a subordinate standing in front. Just as he was about to crash into the glass of the next floor, he quickly untied the knot around him, smashed through the glass, and landed inside the room.
"Ah!" Someone in the room was startled by Mo Ming's sudden appearance.
Mo Ming drew his pistol and quickly glanced at a couple who were in an intimate moment. Coldly, he said, "If you don't want to die, you'd better stay quiet."
The couple immediately dared not make a sound.
He opened the door and quickly peeked outside. Not noticing anything unusual, he ran towards the emergency exit. Just as he approached the stairwell, he heard hurried footsteps. Mo Ming swiftly entered a nearby room.
It was an empty room with no one inside.
Mo Ming stayed by the door, quietly waiting. If anyone dared to rush in, they would be met with bullets. However, his pursuers didn't know where he was; they hurried past without searching inside.
"Where did that person go?"
"He left..."
"Where did he go?"
"I... I don't know... Please, don't kill me..."
Bang! Bang!
Two gunshots rang out, and the couple fell silent; they were dead.
"He definitely can't escape this hotel. Hurry up and search! We can't let him get away, or we'll all die!"
Hiding was not an option.
Mo Ming's eyes flashed with a hint of killing intent as he suddenly threw open the door and rushed out. His peripheral vision scanned the surroundings, and when he spotted a shadow, he didn't hesitate to pull the trigger. With his impeccable aim, a group of people didn't even have time to fire back before they were dead.
After successfully eliminating a group of enemies, Mo Ming walked over to pick up two handguns and retrieved their magazines before heading upstairs. He knew that a bunch of people were waiting for him downstairs; going down would be like walking into a trap. For now, he could only go up.
"Damn it, if you want to kill me, you'd better see whose life is tougher!"
Hearing the footsteps of pursuers coming from below, Mo Ming's killing intent surged. He didn't want to run anymore. He quickly reached the elevator door, pressed the button to call it, took out his SIM card, opened his music player, and tossed it in front of the elevator doors.
"Brothers, he's upstairs!"
The enemies behind him were closing in. Mo Ming fired a few shots at them, taking down one person before sprinting toward the elevator. He kicked the phone aside as he entered the elevator, and the doors closed behind him while he hid to the side.
Sure enough, the enemies rushed over, thinking Mo Ming had taken the elevator down. They immediately turned around to chase him downstairs. At that moment, Mo Ming dashed out swiftly, firing both guns and unleashing a barrage aimed at their heads.
"Ah..."
A mournful cry echoed through the hallway.
Mo Ming stepped over the blood of several people, making his way up the stairs. He reached another floor, opened the elevator, pressed the button for the first floor, and quickly exited. He turned and ran down the stairs, moving like the wind, taking five steps at a time.
Only one or two enemies remained in the hallway, and Mo Ming easily dealt with them. He reached the second floor effortlessly and decided not to continue running down. Instead, he casually opened a room door and rushed inside. A middle-aged man let out a startled scream before Mo Ming knocked him unconscious.
He opened the window and looked down, estimating the distance to be over five meters. Jumping straight down would be dangerous; time was too tight to even twist a rope. Grabbing the curtain with one hand, Mo Ming jumped without hesitation.
His body traced an arc in the air, resembling a flying acrobat. Just two meters from the ground, he released his grip and controlled his body to land on his feet.
The moment he touched down, Mo Ming quickly crouched and then stood up.
"He's over there!"
As Mo Ming landed, a group of thugs wielding machetes rushed out from all directions, their eyes filled with greedy intent as they aimed to kill him for glory.
At that moment, a black BMW sped towards him, drifting dramatically before coming to a stop beside Mo Ming. The passenger door swung open, revealing a stranger inside who waved at him and said, "Don't just stand there; get in!"
"Okay." Without thinking much, Mo Ming dashed inside and closed the door.
The stranger reacted quickly; as soon as Mo Ming got in, he started the car and crashed into the crowd. The thugs were eager for money but not willing to risk their lives for it, so they quickly scattered aside while chasing after the car, swinging their knives.
It had to be said that this was a group of idiots—chasing a four-wheeled vehicle on two legs was nothing short of foolish!
Having escaped danger, Mo Ming cautiously sized up the stranger. He had no recollection of him; with sparse stubble and a face weathered by time, he appeared tough. His seemingly kind eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty killing intent.
"Was that note from the hotel given to you?"
"Yes." The stranger glanced at Mo Ming and continued to focus on driving.
"Why did you save me?"
"Haha, since I saved you, I am naturally not your enemy. If I were your enemy, I wouldn't have saved you." The stranger didn't look at Mo Ming, but a smile lingered at the corner of his mouth. When he noticed Mo Ming squinting, he laughed out loud and said, "Alright, a Shura is indeed a Shura, always so cautious in everything."
"Since we're friends, there's no need to hide. I don't really like playing hide-and-seek with you," Mo Ming said straightforwardly.
"Alright then."
The stranger shook his head with a wry smile and said, "You can call me Wu Yong. As for why I saved you, it's because we are friends, not enemies. Once we reach a certain place and meet someone, you'll see that I wasn't lying to you."
"Useless?"
Mo Ming's lips curled into a slight arc. "The name is quite interesting..."
"My parents chose it; I had no say in the matter."
Wu Yong chuckled lightly, seemingly unbothered and accustomed to it.
"You have a good temper," Mo Ming smiled slightly.
"Not at all." Wu Yong still wore a smile as he replied, "If you think my temper is good, then you don't know me well. Once you get to know me better, if you still think my temper is good, then you're quite the oddball—a thousand-year oddball."
"That's hard to say. I'm a bit strange myself; I might just be a thousand-year oddball too. By the way, Wu Yong, how did you know there was an ambush at the hotel?" Mo Ming furrowed his brows at this point. The easygoing Wu Yong seemed far from simple.
Mo Ming carefully observed the calluses on Wu Yong's hands; they were rough, clearly the result of long-term training. Ordinary people wouldn't have such rough hands. Additionally, the hidden killing intent in his eyes made Wu Yong even more mysterious.
"I have been watching you."
Wu Yong turned around and smiled lightly at Mo Ming, saying, "Actually, we have seen you countless times, but you just didn't notice. At Seventh Master's funeral, you were sitting in the corner. I was there too, but you didn't see me."
Mo Ming was taken aback and then smiled wryly, "Well, I didn't expect you to notice me at Seventh Master's funeral. I thought I had escaped everyone's eyes."
"No need to be so surprised. Your stealth skills are not bad, but unfortunately, I have been following you since you saved Jordan. I even know about your secret underground lair. Hehe." Wu Yong chuckled a few times and said, "Since I know so much, you won't kill me to silence me, right?"
"Uh... no..." Mo Ming was almost amused by Wu Yong but was genuinely surprised that Wu Yong had been tracking him without his knowledge. It seemed that this Wu Yong was not useless; he had quite a bit of skill.
"That's good to hear." Wu Yong laughed heartily and said, "Alright, you don't need to be suspicious anymore. I followed you simply to help you when necessary. As for why I'm helping you, it's because our goals align."
"What does Lord Qian have to do with you?" Mo Ming frowned. His own goal was to avenge Lord Qian and find He Yunsong's whereabouts. If Wu Yong said their goals were aligned, it meant that Wu Yong wanted to avenge Lord Qian as well.
Wu Yong was silent for a moment before speaking up, "A relationship of mentor and friend!"
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