Hothead

Hearing the doorbell, Zhao Mingjun whispered, "Is someone outside?"

The man hurriedly said, "It's downstairs, the doorbell for the main entrance."

"Who would be looking for you?" Zhao Mingjun asked menacingly.

"I don't know, anyone... anyone could be," the man truly didn't know.

Zhao Mingjun didn't speak, quietly listening to the ringing until it stopped.

Perhaps the other party thought no one was home and left.

He calmed himself and whispered, "Alright, I'll leave once I get the money. Don't try any tricks."

"Never, never..." The man had completely caved.

Zhao Mingjun, wedged in the doorway, said, "Then what are you waiting for? If you hurry, you can still make it to the hospital to get your fingers reattached. If you're late, I'll take off a couple more parts."

"Yes, yes..." The man rushed to his girlfriend, "Hurry and get the money!"

His girlfriend's legs went weak, and she crawled into the room.

Just then, the doorbell rang again behind Zhao Mingjun, sounding different from before.

This time, there was no need for the man to remind him; Zhao Mingjun knew the previous person had come upstairs and was now right outside the door.

"Hiss! Hey!" Zhao Mingjun wondered who was looking to die, and why now of all times!

He leaned in to look through the peephole and saw a tall, strong young man standing outside, chewing gum, his expression relaxed.

Although he was a young man, it was best to avoid any complications.

"Is he looking for you? Come here and send him away," Zhao Mingjun said in a low voice.

The man, clutching his hand, also looked through the peephole and shook his head, "I don't know him."

"Don't know him?" Zhao Mingjun nodded. "Then ignore him. He'll leave on his own if you don't pay attention."

"Hey? Is someone there? I heard voices, why aren't you answering me? I came all this way to find you..." the person outside shouted through the door.

Zhao Mingjun frowned, not expecting the person outside to hear them.

"You said you didn't know him? Are you trying to lie to me?" Zhao Mingjun glared at the man.

The man was confused. "I really don't know him. Could it be... he's looking for my girlfriend?"

"I don't care who he's looking for, send him away," Zhao Mingjun said.

The man quickly shouted towards the door, "Who is it! What do you want!"

"I'm looking for my girlfriend!"

"What?"

The man was stunned. "Get lost. It's just me and my wife in this room, where's your girlfriend?"

The person outside was naturally Mo Qiong. He knew Zhao Mingjun was in 401 and wouldn't leave just because no one answered.

He had easily bypassed the main door downstairs. He simply reached his phone through the gap in the door, took a picture, locked onto the gate opener, and threw a small rock with force, which pressed the button.

Mo Qiong arrived at 401 and pressed the doorbell without hesitation.

Knowing there were people inside, he paid close attention to the sounds at the door. Hearing hushed voices on the other side, he deliberately shouted.

Mo Qiong wasn't clear about the situation inside. It seemed there was more than just Zhao Mingjun, so he decided to probe.

Indeed, after hearing the man's reply, Mo Qiong knew it wasn't Zhao Mingjun speaking, but likely the original resident of the apartment.

It wasn't even Zhao Mingjun's accomplice, but most likely an unrelated person being held hostage.

The reason was simple: if the person speaking was Zhao Mingjun or his accomplice, they wouldn't have said, "It's just me and my wife in this room," but rather, "You've got the wrong door."

Because Zhao Mingjun or his accomplices wouldn't need to hide the number of people present. Saying there were only two people inside suggested the speaker was likely being held hostage and dared not mention a third person.

At this point, Mo Qiong could have retreated and called the police.

He could then tell the police that he saw Zhao Mingjun at the complex entrance, suspected he was a wanted criminal, confirmed his building and apartment number, and then reported it.

However, Mo Qiong hesitated.

He couldn't be sure when Zhao Mingjun had arrived at the apartment; it could have been ten minutes ago or several hours ago.

If the timing didn't match, it would only cause suspicion.

"The easiest method is to just wait downstairs and call the police when he comes out."

Mo Qiong mused that while this method was easy, he didn't know when Zhao Mingjun would leave. What if he stayed for a day, or even several days?

Furthermore, he couldn't guarantee that the person being held hostage wouldn't be killed when they left.

After thinking for a while, Mo Qiong had an idea: since he was already at the door, why not subdue him? That way, he could guarantee the bounty.

He quickly formulated his words: "How is that possible? She has a boyfriend, and I don't know about it? Who are you? Open the door! I want to see her!"

Mo Qiong put on a very displeased expression. He was unhappy, and the man inside was even more so.

What the hell? Was the guy outside looking for someone in his family? Impossible, his wife wasn't that kind of person.

"Bang bang bang!" Mo Qiong knocked hard on the door, making a loud noise.

"Gate of Opening!" Mo Qiong shouted, as if wanting the neighbors to hear.

The person inside was flustered by the huge noise and hurriedly said, "Big brother, how about I ask my wife?"

Zhao Mingjun shook his head and said, "No need, let him in!"

His voice was chilling from beneath his mask.

The man shivered, thinking, This person outside is asking for death. Why now? And shouting like this.

He doesn't know what relationship this person has with my woman, but once he's inside, there's no good end for him.

The masked bandit won't let him shout outside like this. Look, he's letting him in directly. This person is probably in grave danger.

The man thought this, but dared not resist Zhao Mingjun, and reluctantly opened the door.

Mo Qiong pushed the door open and barged in, shouting, "Where's Xiao Xin? Come out and explain clearly."

At the same time, Zhao Mingjun leaped out from the blind spot of the entrance and stabbed at Mo Qiong.

No one knew that Mo Qiong, who seemed to enter without any defense, was actually highly focused.

Moreover, as he entered, his head quickly scanned left and right. While it looked like he was searching for the so-called Xiao Xin, he was actually looking for Zhao Mingjun.

Seeing the masked man draw his knife, Mo Qiong leaped sideways to create distance, drawing his ballpoint pen as he said, "What the hell is going on!"

Zhao Mingjun saw that he reacted so quickly and dodged his knife.

He quickly closed the door and blocked the entrance, saying, "Kid, stay quiet, and you might live."

Seeing Zhao Mingjun holding a knife, Mo Qiong actually raised his ballpoint pen and said, "You'd better not make any sudden moves."

Seeing the ballpoint pen, Zhao Mingjun was stunned. Is this a joke?

The man who had retreated to the far corner upon opening the door saw Mo Qiong daring to challenge a knife-wielding robber with a ballpoint pen and thought he had gone mad.

But then, the man felt strange. "You... you're looking for Xiao Xin? Who is Xiao Xin?"

Mo Qiong's eyes widened. "Isn't this Xiao Xin's home? This is the address she sent me online."

The man was taken aback. "There's no Xiao Xin here, this is my home!"

Mo Qiong also looked surprised. "What? I'm at the wrong place?"

The man looked speechlessly at Mo Qiong, realizing it wasn't his wife having an affair, but this kid had the wrong address.

Usually, going to the wrong door wouldn't matter, but at a time like this, it was life-threatening. What bad luck.

Immediately after, the woman from the inner room came out holding the money, about twenty thousand.

The man hurriedly said, "Big brother, take the money and go. I definitely won't call the police."

Although this man was cowardly, he was also shrewd. At this moment, he saw a hint of killing intent in Zhao Mingjun.

Zhao Mingjun took the money. Before he could reply, he saw Mo Qiong approaching him step by step, holding his ballpoint pen.

"Don't move!" Zhao Mingjun shouted.

However, Mo Qiong continued to advance, saying, "I've never been afraid of robbers in my life. I happened to come at the right time today. If you have the guts, stab me to death. If you can't, then you're not leaving."

The man was going crazy listening to this.

Saying such tough words, how thick must his skull be?

He's already given the money and just wants to get rid of the robber. But Mo Qiong actually wants to keep him? Too young!

It's not a big deal if one person courts death, but if Zhao Mingjun kills Mo Qiong now, they definitely won't get away with it, and might even be silenced together.

"Shut up! Are you looking for death?" the man growled, trying to stop Mo Qiong.

But Mo Qiong was determined to keep Zhao Mingjun, and was now less than two meters away.

"Courting death!" Zhao Mingjun's ferocity surged as he stepped forward decisively and slashed his knife at Mo Qiong.

Mo Qiong's eyes and hands were quick. He suddenly threw the ballpoint pen.

Uniquely, Mo Qiong's hand then rapidly caught up to the flying ballpoint pen, grabbing it in his hand.

He had practiced this many times.

As long as the speed of the thrown object wasn't too fast, most people could catch it in mid-air.

At this moment, Mo Qiong had caught the object he had thrown.

To others, it looked incredibly flashy, like performing a martial arts routine.

But to Mo Qiong, it was an excellent way to conceal the trajectory during close combat.

At this moment, his hand, propelled by the ballpoint pen, pointed directly at Zhao Mingjun's right tiger's mouth (the fleshy part between the thumb and index finger).

Zhao Mingjun was clearly skilled with a knife. His right hand was initially going for a direct stab, but seeing the sharp pen tip seemingly aimed precisely at his hand.

Mid-way, he managed to change his stab into a slash, trying to evade the pen tip and aim for Mo Qiong's neck, attempting a fatal blow.

But astonishingly, Mo Qiong changed his move almost simultaneously. While stepping forward quickly, he sharply bent his wrist, and the pen tip still pointed at his tiger's mouth.

Zhao Mingjun was startled. He tried to slash at Mo Qiong's hand again, but it was too late.

At such close range, Mo Qiong's pen was fast and swift. He had changed his move, but his speed didn't decrease at all, and it directly pierced his hand.

"Pfft!" It hit the tiger's mouth directly.

"Ah!" Zhao Mingjun screamed, his hand went limp, and the knife dropped.

Mo Qiong seemed to have expected that he could precisely knock the knife away. He lifted his foot and kicked the knife, which then fiercely struck his leg, cutting a small gash.

Zhao Mingjun dropped his knife, was injured, and retreated repeatedly, looking at Mo Qiong in terror.

In the brief exchange just now, there were at least three rounds of strategy!

This hothead in front of him played with his sword, no... he played with a pen, and he was too damn agile!