I'll Remember You

Zhao Mingjun cowered on the ground, watching Mo Qiong calmly spin a pen, his entire mindset shattered.

He never expected to be taken down by a mere kid.

But this kid was truly formidable, knocking his knife away with a pen and tossing him around effortlessly.

He definitely had real skills, using precise techniques!

If it were brute force, Zhao Mingjun would have seen it, but Mo Qiong's movements gave a sense of effortless strength.

A flick, a sweep, a push – at most, it would have just pushed him aside, but it had actually flung him out. What else could that be but precise technique?

Zhao Mingjun, having recovered his senses, didn't dare to stand up. Mo Qiong was glaring at him from the side, knowing that a forceful escape would only lead to more suffering.

He definitely couldn't win a fight, and there was nothing to talk about either. He had just pulled a knife; how could Mo Qiong let him go? Besides, he had already been identified as a wanted criminal.

Zhao Mingjun took a deep breath, his heart racing. The police would be here soon; if he didn't escape now, he never would.

At this moment, he was filled with regret, not for anything else, but for letting Mo Qiong in.

Wasn't this inviting a plague god into his home? He had initially thought Mo Qiong blocking the doorway was annoying and in the way, and he wanted Mo Qiong to come in and see what a fatal mistake he was making.

But it turned out Mo Qiong wasn't the one making a fatal mistake; it was him.

"Where's the money? Give me the money quickly!" the Man with the Severed Finger, emboldened, shouted at Zhao Mingjun.

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

As the Man with the Severed Finger was about to grab it, Mo Qiong suddenly said, "This guy has seven lives on his hands, the circumstances are severe, he's definitely facing the death penalty, and he won't surrender willingly. If you get taken hostage, I won't be responsible."

"Uh..." The Man with the Severed Finger heard this and immediately dared not approach.

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

If he wanted to take someone down with him in his final moments, wouldn't it be suicidal to get close? It was better to just wait obediently for the police. The money wouldn't run away if it was left there.

Before the ambulance and police arrived, his girlfriend took out bandages to wrap his severed finger stump. Neither of them approached Zhao Mingjun.

Zhao Mingjun felt a chill run down his spine. Mo Qiong gave him no chance at all, not even the opportunity to use someone as a hostage to fight back.

However, the Man with the Severed Finger, waiting by the side, couldn't help but have a sudden thought.

"Hey brother... if he's a wanted criminal, there's a bounty for catching him, right?" the Man with the Severed Finger said.

Mo Qiong raised an eyebrow. "Yes, there is. What about it?"

The Man with the Severed Finger tentatively asked, "So anyone who discovers him can get a share, right?"

Mo Qiong chuckled inwardly, thinking this guy's nerve had returned, actually thinking about the bounty now.

"You want the bounty?" Mo Qiong said.

"Mhm..." The Man with the Severed Finger nodded with a smile, but he knew Mo Qiong wouldn't agree and wanted to say he'd only take a small portion, considering his severed finger...

Before he could even speak, Mo Qiong stood up directly, giving him no chance to open his mouth.

Everyone was stunned. Mo Qiong calmly said, "Alright then, when the police arrive, you can collect the bounty."

"This has nothing to do with me, I'm leaving now."

He turned and walked away without any hesitation.

The young couple was shocked, and Zhao Mingjun was even more delighted: Damn, this guy's lost his mind, it's over! My chance has come!

He remained on the ground, not daring to move, but inwardly he was ecstatic, eagerly wanting Mo Qiong to leave.

But the Man with the Severed Finger wasn't stupid. He glanced at Zhao Mingjun, who was lying on the ground with no restraints, and shivered violently.

The pain of his severed finger was still fresh. How could he handle this desperado?

He owed his ability to retrieve the stolen money today to Mo Qiong, and Zhao Mingjun's current docility was also due to Mo Qiong's presence.

Even though Zhao Mingjun was slumped on the ground like a dead dog, if Mo Qiong left, he would surely spring up immediately.

What would happen if he and his girlfriend were left alone in the room with this murderer was anyone's guess.

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

The Man with the Severed Finger jumped up and hurriedly grabbed Mo Qiong. "Brother, don't go, if you leave... what... what are we going to do?"

Seeing that the Man with the Severed Finger was avoiding the main point, Mo Qiong remained very calm.

Mo Qiong smiled and said, "This is your home, you can do whatever you want. When the police arrive, hand over the person, collect the bounty. I'm just passing by, I happened to stumble upon this situation. Now that it's resolved, I have other things to attend to."

"No... this, this was subdued by you. How can you leave? When the police ask, what do I say..." the Man with the Severed Finger said urgently, still skirting the issue.

Mo Qiong said, "Oh, that's easy. When the police arrive, just say a passerby subdued him, and then left. Good Samaritans don't leave their names behind... "

"If that doesn't work, just say his name is **. Okay? Let's do that. I have something to do, I'm leaving now. Goodbye."

Mo Qiong strode out of the room, already heading for the stairs.

In his words, it was as if he sought nothing, waving his sleeves and departing, not taking a single cloud with him, making the Man with the Severed Finger act as if he didn't exist.

However, the Man with the Severed Finger was dumbfounded. Seeing Zhao Mingjun's posture, ready to spring up at any moment, he immediately wanted to slap himself.

Without Mo Qiong, even if Zhao Mingjun was in a hurry to escape, he would probably have snatched the twenty thousand yuan again. Then, the person would be gone, and the money too.

"I was truly blinded by greed!"

With Mo Qiong's words, the Man with the Severed Finger instantly sobered up.

Did Mo Qiong really want nothing? Impossible. Did he not see that trouble would immediately follow if he left? Impossible.

Phrases like "doing good deeds without seeking fame" and "**" were clearly mocking him.

Didn't he want the bounty? Fine, he could have it all, and he could deal with the criminal himself...

But could he handle it? Did he have the qualifications, the ability?

Mo Qiong's actions made the Man with the Severed Finger realize he wasn't qualified to ask for the bounty at all. Splitting the money would be sheer madness.

"Brother! I was just kidding!"

The Man with the Severed Finger immediately ran out and pulled Mo Qiong back.

The woman also looked at the Man with the Severed Finger reproachfully, then grabbed Mo Qiong's clothes with both hands, looking at him pleadingly, "Don't go..."

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

"Thanks to you this time, I don't want the bounty, you should go collect it," the Man with the Severed Finger said with a fawning smile.

Mo Qiong replied, "Oh, you want me to collect the bounty? Aren't you going to take a share? I think just a little bit wouldn't be right, you know? After all, he robbed you. I was just passing by, and it had nothing to do with me, but then he robbed you. I feel too embarrassed to take this money."

"This is your business, after all. Why don't you take it all? Okay?"

After saying all that.

The Man with the Severed Finger was overwhelmed with shame, almost dizzy from the sarcasm. He quickly said, "Brother, don't joke around. I don't want a single cent. I should be thanking you..."

"Is that so? If I'm going to collect the bounty, then I'll wait," Mo Qiong said, sitting down and looking at Zhao Mingjun.

Zhao Mingjun, who had been ready to spring up, his body tense, suddenly deflated.

He was utterly despairing. Seeing the Man with the Severed Finger constantly thanking Mo Qiong and even asking his girlfriend to pour tea, he knew this guy wouldn't be foolish again; he had truly sobered up.

And if Mo Qiong didn't leave, he couldn't escape. He was truly caught this time, filled with bitterness and regret.

Mo Qiong drank his tea, observing the couple's completely changed attitude, his expression calm.

He knew that sometimes people weren't stupid; their intelligence was normal, but they could be blinded by obsession and lose their minds.

Or perhaps, they had some character flaws.

The Man with the Severed Finger was clearly greedy and blinded by money.

If Mo Qiong had directly accused him, saying he wasn't qualified to share the money.

He might not have been convinced. He felt that he had been robbed, this was his home, his finger was severed, and even if he didn't contribute much, he had suffered. He should have a share for reporting the wanted criminal, so why couldn't he get a cut?

If he had insisted, the police would have had a difficult time handling the situation. If it had turned into a civil dispute because of this, it would have been a disaster.

It was likely that the bounty would have been delayed indefinitely.

Therefore, Mo Qiong chose to retreat to advance.

If they don't appreciate kindness, then let them face cruelty.

People who don't know what's good for them need to directly confront reality. Reality is the best teacher, and Zhao Mingjun would have been overjoyed if he had remained blinded.

For someone blinded by obsession, others' words are never as effective as experiencing the negative consequences themselves.

Constantly pointing out why someone is wrong only gives them an opportunity to argue. With reasons, those who don't know what's good for them can always find a thousand, ten thousand justifications for themselves.

So Mo Qiong simply stepped back, intending to make the Man with the Severed Finger think for himself: Want money? Fine, I don't want it anymore, it's all yours... Do you dare to take it? Can you take it?

The Man with the Severed Finger was ultimately greedy, not foolish.

After being "taught" like this, his attitude completely reversed. He sat down with his girlfriend on either side of Mo Qiong, afraid he would run away.

As for turning on Mo Qiong after the police arrived? Unless Zhao Mingjun, after being captured, insisted on lying in his final confession, deliberately twisting the truth to spite Mo Qiong.

Otherwise, the Man with the Severed Finger knew he wouldn't get any share. If it were before, he might have done that, but now that he had thought through the pros and cons, he abandoned such unreasonable behavior.

Especially when Zhao Mingjun, seeing no hope of escape, decided to struggle like a cornered beast and got up.

He was easily subdued by Mo Qiong again and, struggling, was thrown down again.

Seemingly simple wrestling techniques, which anyone could do, were executed with masterful skill by Mo Qiong.

Zhao Mingjun was fierce, but Mo Qiong was fiercer, completely suppressing the enraged criminal.

This made Mo Qiong, despite appearing easygoing, seem like someone best not to provoke.

Soon, sirens wailed, and both the police and an ambulance arrived.

Zhao Mingjun's spirit seemed to drain away. As he was cuffed and apprehended by the police, only his unwilling and resentful eyes remained, fixed on Mo Qiong.

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