I'll Remember You

Zhao Mingjun huddled on the floor, watching Mo Qiong calmly spin a pen in his hand. His composure had completely collapsed.

He had never imagined that he would fall into the hands of a young punk.

Yet this kid was truly formidable. He had knocked away his knife with a pen, then tossed him around without the slightest effort.

He definitely knew real martial arts, and every move relied on skill rather than brute force!

If it had been brute strength, Zhao Mingjun would have been able to tell. But Mo Qiong's movements gave the impression that he was lifting something heavy with ease.

A catch, a fling, and a brace—at most, they should have merely pushed him away, yet they had actually sent him staggering. If that wasn't skill, what was?

After catching his breath, Zhao Mingjun didn't even dare stand. Mo Qiong was watching him like a tiger nearby. Trying to escape by force would only bring him trouble.

He definitely couldn't win a fight, and there was even less to say. He had just pulled a knife on Mo Qiong—how could Mo Qiong possibly let him go? Besides, Mo Qiong had already recognized him as a wanted criminal.

Zhao Mingjun took a deep breath, panic rising in his heart. The police would arrive soon. If he didn't escape now, he wouldn't get away.

He regretted it immensely. He didn't regret anything else—only letting Mo Qiong inside.

Hadn't he just let a plague god in? At first, Mo Qiong had been blocking the doorway and making a nuisance of himself, getting in the way. He had wanted Mo Qiong to come in and see what kind of spectacular disaster he was creating.

But things had turned out differently. It wasn't Mo Qiong who was courting death—it was him.

"Where's the money? Hand it over!" The Man with severed finger had regained his confidence and shouted at Zhao Mingjun.

Zhao Mingjun slowly took out the twenty thousand yuan he had just stolen, but said, "I can't move. I'll leave it here."

The Man with severed finger was about to go get it when Mo Qiong suddenly said, "This man has seven lives on his hands. The circumstances are heinous, and he'll definitely receive the death penalty. He won't surrender willingly. If you get taken hostage, I'm not responsible."

"Uh..." The Man with severed finger immediately stopped approaching.

When Mo Qiong had called the police earlier, he hadn't listened carefully. If what Mo Qiong said was true, then this wasn't just a simple robber—it was a genuine desperado.

If the man wanted to drag someone down with him before dying, wouldn't approaching him be courting death? He'd better honestly wait for the police. The money was sitting right there; it wouldn't run away.

Before the ambulance and police arrived, his girlfriend took out a bandage and wrapped the stump of his severed finger. Neither of them went near Zhao Mingjun.

Zhao Mingjun felt utterly chilled. Mo Qiong wasn't giving him the slightest chance—not even an opportunity to take a hostage and make one last gamble.

However, the Man with severed finger, who was waiting nearby, suddenly couldn't help letting his thoughts run wild.

"Hey, brother... There's a bounty for catching a wanted criminal, right?" the Man with severed finger asked.

Mo Qiong raised an eyebrow. "There is. What about it?"

The Man with severed finger probed, "Then everyone who discovers him gets a share, right?"

Mo Qiong found it amusing. This guy's gotten brave again. He's actually thinking about the bounty now.

"You want the bounty?" Mo Qiong asked.

"Yeah..." The Man with severed finger nodded with a grin. He also knew Mo Qiong definitely wouldn't agree, so he had planned to say he only wanted a small share, considering his severed finger...

But before he could say it, Mo Qiong directly stood up, giving him no chance to speak.

Everyone froze. Mo Qiong calmly said, "All right. When the police arrive, you can claim the bounty."

"This has nothing to do with me, so I'll be leaving."

With that, he turned and walked away without the slightest hesitation.

The young couple were startled, while Zhao Mingjun was overjoyed. Holy crap, has this guy's brain short-circuited? It worked! My chance has come!

He still lay on the floor, not daring to move, but his heart was already bursting with joy. He couldn't wait for Mo Qiong to leave just like that.

But the Man with severed finger wasn't stupid either. He glanced at Zhao Mingjun, who was lying on the floor without any restraints, and suddenly shuddered.

The pain of losing his finger was still fresh in his mind. There was no way he could handle this desperado.

He had recovered the money that had been stolen only thanks to Mo Qiong. The reason Zhao Mingjun was being so obedient now was also because Mo Qiong was keeping watch.

Zhao Mingjun might look like a dead dog sprawled on the floor, but if Mo Qiong left, he would definitely spring up at once.

If he and his girlfriend were left alone in the room with this murderer, who knew what would happen?

"Hey, hey, hey... Don't! Don't leave!"

The Man with severed finger jumped up and hurriedly grabbed Mo Qiong. "Brother, don't go! If you leave... then what are we supposed to do?"

Seeing how the Man with severed finger avoided the main point, Mo Qiong remained perfectly calm.

Mo Qiong smiled and said, "This is your home. Do whatever you want. When the police arrive, hand him over and collect the bounty. I'm just a passerby who happened to run into this. Now that it's resolved, I have other things to do."

"No... This was you who subdued him! How can you leave? When the police ask, what am I supposed to say?" the Man with severed finger anxiously asked, still sidestepping the main issue.

Mo Qiong said, "Oh, that's easy. When the police arrive, tell them a passerby subdued him and left after taking care of things. That passerby did a good deed without leaving his name..."

"If that doesn't work, just tell them his name is **. All right? Then it's settled. I have somewhere to be. Goodbye."

Mo Qiong strode out of the room, already reaching the stairs.

From the way he spoke, he seemed genuinely uninterested in anything. He waved his sleeve and left without taking a single cloud with him, making the Man with severed finger feel as though Mo Qiong had never existed.

But the Man with severed finger was dumbfounded. Seeing Zhao Mingjun's posture, as if he could spring up at any moment, made him want to slap himself.

Without Mo Qiong, even if Zhao Mingjun was rushing to escape, he would probably snatch the twenty thousand yuan on his way out. Then both the man and the money would be gone.

"I really must have been possessed!"

After Mo Qiong's words hammered it into him, the Man with severed finger immediately came to his senses.

Did Mo Qiong really want nothing? Impossible. Did he really not realize that trouble would erupt here the moment he left? Impossible.

The talk about doing good deeds without leaving a name and ** was clearly mocking him.

Didn't he want the bounty? Fine. It was all his now, and he could handle the criminal himself...

But could he handle him? Did he have the qualifications or ability?

After Mo Qiong's little stunt, the Man with severed finger immediately realized that he had no right to bring up splitting the bounty. Wanting a share had simply been madness.

"Brother! I was only joking!"

The Man with severed finger immediately ran out, forcibly pulling Mo Qiong back.

The woman also shot the Man with severed finger an accusing look. Then she grabbed Mo Qiong's clothes with both hands and gazed at him pleadingly. "Don't go..."

Mo Qiong blinked. "What's wrong? I really do have somewhere to be."

"This was all thanks to you. I don't want the bounty. You have to claim it," the Man with severed finger said with an ingratiating smile.

Mo Qiong said, "Oh, you want me to claim the bounty? You don't want a share? I think only taking a share would be inappropriate. After all, he robbed you. I was just passing by and had nothing to do with this, yet I took your job. I'd feel embarrassed taking the money."

"This is your affair, so why don't you take it all? All right?"

After hearing this, the Man with severed finger was overwhelmed with shame. He was nearly dizzy from the sarcasm and hurriedly said, "Brother, stop joking. I don't want a single cent. I should be thanking you..."

"Is that so? Since I still have to claim the bounty, I'll wait here, then." Mo Qiong sat down and looked toward Zhao Mingjun.

Zhao Mingjun had been ready to get up at any moment, but his tense body immediately went slack.

He had fallen into utter despair. Seeing the Man with severed finger constantly thanking Mo Qiong and even asking his girlfriend to pour tea, he knew the man wasn't going to lose his mind again. He had truly come to his senses.

As long as Mo Qiong didn't leave, he couldn't escape. This time, he had really been defeated, and his heart was filled with frustration and regret.

Mo Qiong drank his tea, his expression calm as he watched the couple's attitude become completely different from before.

He knew that sometimes people weren't stupid. Their intelligence was perfectly normal, but they could still become possessed by greed and lose all reason.

Or perhaps their character simply had some issues.

The Man with severed finger was clearly the kind of person who loved taking advantage of others. He had let money cloud his judgment.

If Mo Qiong had directly scolded him and said he had no right to a share, the man might not have accepted it. He might have felt that he had been robbed in his own home, had lost a finger, and deserved some credit for his suffering. Since he had reported a wanted criminal, why shouldn't he get a share?

Once he started arguing, it would be difficult for the police to handle the situation. If it turned into a civil dispute, that would be a complete nightmare.

The bounty might very well be delayed again and again.

That was why Mo Qiong had chosen to advance by retreating.

If the man didn't appreciate kindness, then he could go learn about malice.

He had to let someone who didn't know how to appreciate kindness face reality directly. Reality was the best way to sober someone up, and Zhao Mingjun was undoubtedly eager for him to lose his mind.

When someone was blinded by greed, no amount of advice from others was as effective as letting him think of the consequences himself.

Constantly pointing out why someone couldn't do something only gave them a chance to argue back. Once they started asking why, an ungrateful person could always find a thousand or ten thousand reasons within himself.

That was why Mo Qiong simply withdrew. He wanted the Man with severed finger to think it through and realize: You want the money? Fine. I don't want it anymore. It's all yours... But do you dare take it? Can you handle it?

The Man with severed finger was greedy, but he wasn't stupid.

After being taught this lesson, his attitude completely changed. He and his girlfriend sat on either side of Mo Qiong, afraid that he would leave.

As for turning against him after the police arrived? That would only happen if Zhao Mingjun were arrested but continued lying in his final statement, deliberately distorting the truth just to spite Mo Qiong.

Otherwise, the Man with severed finger knew he definitely wouldn't receive a share. Perhaps he might have done that before, but after thinking through the pros and cons, he abandoned the idea of causing trouble.

Especially when Zhao Mingjun, seeing that escape was hopeless, still chose to fight like a cornered beast and crawled to his feet.

The result was that Mo Qiong effortlessly took him down again. When he struggled, Mo Qiong kept throwing him.

Some wrestling techniques that looked simple and that anyone could use were displayed with astonishing mastery in his hands.

Zhao Mingjun was vicious, but Mo Qiong was even fiercer. He forcibly kept the maddened criminal from making the slightest stir.

This made Mo Qiong seem easygoing on the surface, but it also left bystanders feeling that it was best not to provoke him.

Before long, sirens rang out, and the police and ambulance arrived together.

Zhao Mingjun's spirit seemed to be drained away in an instant. After the police pinned him down and handcuffed him, all that remained was the unwilling, resentful glare with which he stared fixedly at Mo Qiong.

"I'll remember you! I'll remember you!"