What is Mo Ran's favorite thing to do?
Of course, it's seeing these big shots in the eyes of ordinary people, with that angry expression that shows they want to kill them but can't!
Seeing this expression, Mo Ran couldn't help but feel an indescribable sense of satisfaction!
"Wow, Mr. Song,"
"Your Song family is a prominent and influential family in Hong Kong. How could someone of your stature say such things?"
"They're just as lacking in nutrition as those uneducated, book-wearing kids,"
At this point, Mo Ran took a few steps forward to straighten Song Wenwu's collar, then continued under Song Wenwu's murderous glare.
"Hong Kong Island is a place where the law and evidence matter."
"Your ambiguous statements could damage my reputation, and I could sue you in court!"
When Song Wenwu saw that this short, stocky man dared to threaten him to his face, he immediately slapped Mo Ran's hand away and said...
"Mo Ran, don't think you're the only one who can use underhanded tactics,"
Upon hearing this, Mo Ran immediately responded with a cold smile.
"Of course I know you guys play dirty tricks too,"
"But you should be careful, you did say I was a short mule!"
"I'm a little worried for you high society folks who try to play dirty tricks on a short mule like me!"
After saying this, seeing the murderous intent etched on Song Wenwu's face, Mo Ran immediately turned and left, arm in arm with Mengna.
Not only did he leave Song Wenwu with his back turned, but he also talked as he walked away.
"Mr. Song, you'd better be careful!"
"There are a lot of terrorists in Hong Kong now. Bring more bodyguards when you go out. If something happens to you, your father's illegitimate son will benefit!"
Mo Ran and Meng Na arrived at the door, and the reporters immediately swarmed around them, looking for a news story that could increase newspaper sales!
This time, Mo Ran did not refuse the reporters' questions, but instead took a microphone and spoke.
"Everyone, everyone!"
"I know there have been some negative news stories about me in the media these past few days, but I want to explain myself here!"
"If I were truly the kind of wicked person portrayed in the reports, then why would I take on the debts of the Huo Family Bank?"
"As for what the report says, it's about buying low and selling high to make a profit from the stock price difference!"
At this point, Mo Ran gave a helpless look in front of all the cameras and continued,
"So many stock analysts have already analyzed this; I've made less than five billion in stocks!"
"Everyone, you should all know which is bigger, two hundred or fifty!"
Looking through the glass at Mo Ran chatting with reporters, Song Wenwu, his face full of anger, grabbed his underling by the collar and said...
"Has the assassin I asked you to find arrived yet?!"
The younger brother nodded as he spoke.
"Young Master Song, the assassins you've hired are all internationally renowned."
"But after surveying the area, the assassins said that the target was surrounded by skilled fighters, making it difficult to make a move. They..."
Before Song Wenwu could finish listening to his underling, he immediately slapped him across the face.
Immediately, a crisp sound rang out throughout the corridor.
"Say it again!"
Faced with Song Wenwu's blatant warning, I was filled with bitterness!
He was slapped before he could finish speaking. This incident taught him a lesson: from now on, he should speak the positive parts first and then the negative ones.
Otherwise, this beating would be too frustrating!
"Young Master Song, they don't mean they don't want to take the mission, they just say the target is a bit tough and they want more money!"
Upon hearing this, Song Wenwu's expression softened slightly.
"Tell them that you're willing to pay any amount of money as long as they can complete the task!"
"But if they fail to complete it, they know what the consequences will be!"
"Yes, Young Master Song!"
When Song Wenwu saw his younger brother go off to run errands, he immediately picked up his mobile phone and dialed a number!
"Young Master Song, what are your orders?"
Upon hearing what the manager of his media company said, Song Wenwu spoke without hesitation.
"Increase the reporting, say that Mo Ran's identity as a short mule is supported by the mainland, and that the robbery of Huo's Bank was also done by Mo Ran on the orders of the mainland, in order to create chaos in Hong Kong so that the mainland could reap the benefits!"
Upon hearing this, the manager on the other end of the phone paused for a second before asking, with a hint of fear in his voice, "..."
"Young Master Song, perhaps we should consult with Mr. Song about this matter!"
Upon hearing this, Song Wenwu immediately spoke in an icy tone.
"Can,"
But before the manager could even breathe a sigh of relief, Song Wenwu continued.
"But you'll have to wait until your next life!"
Upon hearing this, the manager immediately changed his tune,
"Young Master Song, I'll start typesetting right away and guarantee it will be published in the noon newspaper!"
Song Wenwu didn't say anything after hearing this. He simply hung up the phone and looked at the reporters outside the glass.
He knew, of course, what the consequences of doing this would be, but what Mo Ran had just said was putting too much pressure on him.
Since Mo Ran dared to attack Song Wei, who can guarantee that he won't attack him in return!
It's better to take the initiative and attack the enemy than to expect them to be kind to you!
"Mo Ran, let's see who dies first, you or me!"
Meanwhile, in the convoy heading to the dock, Xu Zhengyang, in the driver's seat, spoke as he drove.
“Mr. Mo, my teammates reported that since last night, there have been some people following Miss Guan and her group.”
Upon hearing this, Mo Ran immediately recalled Song Wenwu's words and then calmly replied,
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