‘This horse dung is fake, right?’
Hong Wanfa stood motionless as Liusheng Jing was blasted backward by more than ten meters, spewing blood from his mouth.
Hong Wanfa knelt down on one knee, cupping his hands together, saying: "Thank you, brother Wen Jie, for your guidance; it has enabled me to break through!"
Mo Wenjie smiled and said, "It's no need for brothers to be so polite. Please get up quickly!"
Hong Wanfa stood up and said, "In the future, if my brother has any needs, I will die for him without hesitation!"
Mo Wenjie shook his head, "Hong Ge, you're too heavy on your words!"
Liusheng Kuangfu said, "Whoever dares to harm any of the Liusheng family, I will never forgive you!"
Hong Wanfa was about to strike a blow to Liusheng Kuangfu with his fist.
Mo Wenjie stopped him, "You're not his match. His strength has reached the level of a Martial Saint, while you are only a late-stage Grandmaster. He could end your life with a single move."
Hong Wanfa extended his tongue and stepped back two steps.
Mo Wenjie took out a pill and handed it to Han Molan, saying, "It's your turn now."
Han Molan looked at Mo Wenjie and asked, "Can I do it?"
Mo Wenjie smiled and answered, "Don't you believe in me?"
Han Molan swallowed the pill, and I believe in you! Then, imitating Hong Wanfa's action, he raised his fist and hit Liusheng Kuangfu.
Liusheng Kuangfu looked at Mo Wenjie with a scornful gaze, "Do you think I am Liusheng Jingshang? Just taking a medicinal pill to boost your strength and thinking you can challenge a Martial Saint? That's absurd! I've disabled this girl, and now I'll deal with all of you."
He also raised his fist and collided with Han Molan head-on.
Suddenly, a resounding boom filled the air, and an astonishing occurrence unfolded.
Han Molan stood in place, unharmed in the slightest.
Looking again, Liusheng Kuangfu was propelled flying more than thirty meters and crashed into the wall, his mouth spurting blood, leaving a thirty-meter-long bloodstain on the ground.
All of Han Molan's classmates stood in awe, looking at her. Is this the Han Molan from school days? She was powerless to hold a chicken back then. How has she become a martial arts master now?
The movements were so graceful just now, and now she looks resolute and splendid, incredibly charming.
Su Xiaojing looked at Mo Wenjie like a little fan, "It's all your fault, right? I said Han Molan was such a high and mighty person. How could she ever have a thing for a small security guard? But the small security guard is actually a martial arts master. I'm totally smitten now, and so are you, Mo Wenjie! You've got to make me a martial arts master too."
Mo Wenjie chuckled and shook his head, "Not everyone is suitable for cultivation."
Jiang Sihai gave Mo Wenjie a thumbs-up, "Brother is a genius!"
Liusheng Kuangfu had only a small amount of blood in his body, and it was all vomited out at once. His eyes widened dramatically, his neck twisted, and he died in a foreign land without closing them.
The other three members of the Liusheng family had pale faces like funerals, feeling extremely frustrated and helpless, unable to do anything as they were unable to match him and couldn't vent their anger.
Li Xingguang had been scared into a stupor by now. How could he go back to report this result? The Liusheng family would definitely not let them, the Li family, off the hook. Even with the dead Liusheng Kuangfu and the few living descendants of the Liusheng family, they could easily wipe out the Li family.
The saying that fair women cause calamity is indeed true. It wasn't because of Han Molan, this troublemaker, that I could offend this deceitful scum? The hell does it matter if he's a martial arts master? What fun is it to lie about being a security guard?
No, we can't just let this go like that. Otherwise, I'll be as good as dead when I go back. You're quite a big shot, aren't you? Killing someone in public, Han Molan will have to face legal consequences. And you, Mo Wenjie, as an accomplice to the crime, are equally guilty. Thinking of this, he decided to call the police directly.
The crowd gathered around Han Molan, asking questions left and right. When did she become a martial arts master? Was it your boyfriend who taught her? Does he still accept female disciples?
Su Xiaojing, with a beaming face, exclaimed, "Even if Mo Wenjie decides to accept female disciples, it will only be me."
The other female students were not pleased. Why? Are you bigger than us, or do we have less of a bust than you? Why must it be you?
The women were discussing incessantly, eager to become disciples.
The police entered, someone reported a murder here, what's going on? Who made the report?
Li Xingguang said, "It was me who called the police. He incited Han Molan to kill someone in public. So many people witnessed it. An accomplice is as guilty as the murderer. This man is Japanese; if we do not severely punish the murderer, it will cause international disputes."
The police looked at Mo Wenjie and said, "Do you have anything to say? If not, we will have to take both of you away as an accomplice and the murderer."
Mo Wenjie smiled and said, "You have no right to intervene in this matter. This is a duel between martial artists. You can notify the Hong Kong Wushen Temple and have them come here. We will abide by the rules of Wushen Temple."
The police didn't want to stir up such trouble in the first place. Martial artists aren't easy to deal with, so they took the opportunity to back down gracefully.
The police made a phone call to report the situation, and according to the instructions, they would hand over the case to the people from the Hong Kong Wushen Temple when they arrived. They would then disperse after that.
Soon, the people from the Wushen Temple arrived. Leading them was a striking middle-aged woman.
The crowd felt a desire to bow and worship at the sight of the middle-aged woman's formidable presence.
The people behind the middle-aged woman knew the police. They were the Hong Kong Wushen Temple's Li Inspection Bureau, led by a female official of the second rank, who was of the same level as the head.
The police dared not be negligent and immediately saluted, handing over the case to the Wushen Temple.
Li Xingguang felt that any department of the dragon nation would certainly arrest people, so he said to the people from the Wushen Temple, "It was him who incited Han Molan to kill a member of the Japanese Liusheng family. You must severely punish both the murderer and the accomplice."
Before he could finish speaking, the next scene almost scared him to death.
The inspection bureau, kneeling in front of Mo Wenjie, said: "Li Yumei greets her little uncle!"
Mo Wenjie asked, "Get up! Yu Mei, how did you come to Hong Kong Island?"
Li Yumei answered, "As for the little uncle, our Wushen Temple regularly sends inspection bureau officials to various branch temples to inspect and supervise their work. This time, it was my turn to come out and patrol, and I arrived in Hong Kong Island only yesterday. What a coincidence to meet the little uncle here!" The beautiful woman by his side must be his wife.
Mo Wenjie nodded.
Li Yumei bowed deeply and said, "Auntie, you are well!"
Han Molan's delicate face reddened slightly, not knowing what to do.
Mo Wenjie took out a pill and handed it to Han Molan, then winked at her.
Han Molan took the pill with a nod, understanding his gesture. "Nice to meet you," she said, "here's this for you!"
Li Yumei happily said, "Thank you, little aunt!"
Han Molan smiled, "No need for such formalities!"
The entire crowd was at a loss for words, as if nothing that had happened was surprising anymore. It seemed that everything was reasonable and there was no need to make a big deal out of it.
Su Xiaojing, on the other hand, didn't think that way. Mo Wenjie had such an impressive background, even reaching the level of a vice-minister and requiring such a formal gesture of respect, which was terrifying. That was why Han Molan refused to let go.
Mo Wenjie spoke to Li Yumei, "These individuals are ninjas from Japan. They are having a legal duel with your little aunt. Check if the Japanese ninjas have reported their entry into the Dragon Nation. If they haven't, take them back for investigation. Find out who they have been in contact with and what their intentions are. Have the garrison forces in Hong Kong assist you and seal off all families that have had contact with them."
He then took out his phone and dialed: "This is Major General Mo Wenjie. I command the garrison forces in Hong Kong to cooperate with the Wushen Temple and impose martial law on certain families."
Han Molan looked at Mo Wenjie with a happy expression on her face. She knew that Mo Wenjie was not an ordinary person. Who could it be that high-level officials of the dragon nation would recognize and even kneel before? She never imagined that he was the youngest general in the dragon nation!
Su Xiaojing was so excited that she couldn't find the right words to express herself. I just knew his identity wasn't ordinary, but I never expected him to be this extraordinary.
Jiang Sihai and Hong Wnfang never dreamt in their dreams that they could be brothers with a major general! What blessings have they accumulated over how many lifetimes to be so fortunate!
Mo Wenjie and Han Molan bid farewell to the crowd and returned to Han's family.
Han Molan recounted Mo Wenjie's performance at the wedding banquet of her classmates today.
Han Zhenjun laughed heartily, saying, "Can someone who has been recognized by those people be ordinary? Our Han family has hit the jackpot."
Mo Wenjie said, "I also need to return to the mainland. The affairs of Guanyu Ting are not fully resolved. I'm not sure if she has encountered further assassination attempts."
Han Molan smiled and said, "Wenjie, you go back. It's really tough for Yuting. She has to live in constant fear every day. That kind of life is just too hard to bear. We know what it's like to live in such a state! I'll book your flight."
Han Moxuan said, with a hint of resentment, "Mo Wenjie, you're just going to leave like that? Don't you think something is missing?"
Mo Wenjie dared not take the bait. He could only smile and say, "We'll meet again in the future!"
Han Moxuan laughed and said, "This is what you've said! I will go and find you."
Mo Wenjie looked at Han Molan puzzled and asked, "What did I say?"
Han Molan smiled and remained silent!
Han Moxuan laughed and said, "A man must keep his promise!"
Mo Wenjie looked completely bewildered!
Han Molan said, "The flight ticket is booked, and it will take off in one hour. It's still time to catch it now. I'll drive you there!"
Han Moxuan said, "I'll go too!"
Han Molan smiled at Han Moxuan and said, "I have some things to discuss with him on the way, so you don't need to accompany us. Stay home!"
Mo Wenjie, with Han Molan's lingering gaze, boarded the flight to Liucheng.
He stepped off the plane to find Niu Zhenshan already waiting for him for a while. They took a car back to the Longwang Hall.
Mo Wenjie asked, "Has Guanyu Ting been attacked in the past few days?"
Niu Zhenshan replied, "Since Guanyu Ting returned, I've had people secretly protecting her. There have been no suspicious individuals around her in the past few days. The concert ends tomorrow."
Mo Wenjie said, "That's quite a coincidence, isn't it? I return and her concert ends."
Niu Zhenshan asked, "Was the information about your return to Guanyu Ting announced by the master?"
Mo Wenjie shook his head. "No, don't let her know I'm back. Wait until tomorrow after her concert ends and the after-party dinner is over. Then I'll tell her."
Niu Zhenshan replied, "Understood, Master! But deep down, he silently gave Mo Wenjie a thumbs up. Master is truly the master. His technique of 'pulling back to attract' is extremely skillful, and he has judged the timing perfectly. Master is definitely a veteran in the love game!"
Mo Wenjie said, "I'll go out by myself for a while."
Niu Zhenshan asked, "Do you need to arrange a driver?"
Mo Wenjie shook his head. "I just want to wander around by myself. You don't have to worry about me. You go about your business as usual!"
Mo Wenjie strolled aimlessly, and he came across a small eatery. He felt a bit hungry, so he walked in and ordered a bowl of noodles to eat. As he ate, he watched the stream of people outside the window. He pondered silently, "People, busy every day, what are we doing for day after day? Life? Dreams?"
Suddenly, a little girl peeked through the window at him. In that moment of eye contact, the little girl's eyes conveyed fear, unease, a plea, and panic before she quickly ran away.
Mo Wenjie saw this scene and smiled, shook his head, and continued eating his noodles!
When he looked out of the window again, the little girl appeared again.
