Hearing the ringtone, Zhao Mingjun whispered, "Is there someone outside?"
The man hurriedly said, "It's downstairs. It's the doorbell downstairs."
"Who would be looking for you?" Zhao Mingjun asked coldly.
"I don't know. It could be anyone." The man really did not know.
Zhao Mingjun did not speak. He listened to the ringtone quietly until it stopped ringing.
Perhaps, the other party thought that there was no one in the house and left.
He calmed himself down and whispered, "Alright, I'll leave after I get the money. Don't play any tricks."
"I wouldn't dare …" The man was completely terrified.
Zhao Mingjun blocked the door and said, "Then what are you waiting for? If you're quick, you can still get to the hospital in time. If you're late, I'll remove your parts. "
"Yes, yes …" The man hurriedly said to his girlfriend, "Go get the money!"
His girlfriend's legs were weak, so she crawled into the room.
At this moment, the doorbell behind Zhao Mingjun rang again. This time, it was different from before.
This time, without the man's reminder, Zhao Mingjun knew that the person from before had come up and was outside the door.
"Hiss! Heh! "Zhao Mingjun thought to himself, 'Who's courting death? How unlucky!'
He looked through the peephole and saw a tall young man standing outside. He was chewing gum with a relaxed expression.
Although he was a young man, it was better not to cause any unnecessary trouble.
"Is he looking for you? Come here and send him away. "Zhao Mingjun whispered.
The man covered his hand and looked through the peephole. He shook his head and said, "I don't know him."
"You don't know him?" Zhao Mingjun nodded and said, "Then don't bother. Ignore him and he'll leave."
"Eh? Is there someone here? I heard you talking. Why are you ignoring me? I came all the way here to find you … "The person outside shouted through the door.
Zhao Mingjun frowned. He did not expect the person outside to hear him.
"I thought you didn't know him? How dare you lie to me? "Zhao Mingjun glared at the man.
The man was confused and said, "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 hurriedly shouted, "Who is it! What is it! "
"I'm looking for my girlfriend!"
"What?"
The man was dumbfounded and said, "Go to hell. There's only me and my wife in this room. Where's your girlfriend?"
It was Mo Qiong outside the door. He knew that Zhao Mingjun was in Room 401. How could he leave just because there was no response?
It was very easy for him to crack the door at the bottom. He just used his phone to take a picture through the door. Then, he locked on to the door opener and threw a stone to press it.
Mo Qiong arrived at Room 401 and pressed the doorbell fearlessly.
Knowing in advance that there was someone inside, he paid close attention to the movements on the other side of the door. When he heard someone talking in a low voice on the other side of the door, he took the opportunity to shout.
Mo Qiong did not know what was going on in the room, but it seemed like Zhao Mingjun was not the only one here. Hence, he decided to test the waters.
As expected, after hearing the man's reply, Mo Qiong knew that the person who spoke was not Zhao Mingjun, but the original owner of the house.
In fact, he might not even be Zhao Mingjun's accomplice. It was very likely that he was an unrelated person who was being held hostage.
The reason was very simple. If the person who spoke was Zhao Mingjun or his accomplice, he would not have said, "There is only me and my wife in the room." Instead, he would have said, "You came to the wrong door."
Because Zhao Mingjun or his accomplice did not need to hide the number of people. If he could say that there were only two people in the room, it meant that he was most likely being held hostage and did not dare to mention a third person.
Since things had come to this, Mo Qiong could actually retreat and call the police.
Then, he could tell the police that he saw Zhao Mingjun at the entrance of the neighborhood and felt that he was a wanted criminal. Hence, he confirmed which building and which room he was in and called the police.
However, Mo Qiong thought about it and decided to hold back.
This was because he could not be sure when Zhao Mingjun came into the room. It could be ten minutes ago, or it could be a few hours ago.
If the time did not match, it would arouse suspicion.
"The easiest way is to wait downstairs and call the police when he comes out."
Mo Qiong thought to himself. Although this method was easy, he did not know when Zhao Mingjun would come out. What if he stayed for a day or even a few days?
In addition, he could not guarantee that the people in the house who were being held hostage would not be killed before they left.
After thinking for a while, Mo Qiong had an idea. Since he was already at the door, he might as well subdue him. That way, he would be able to get the bounty.
He quickly thought of the words and said, "How is that possible? Why don't I know that she has a boyfriend? Who are you? Open the door! I want to see her! "
Mo Qiong looked very unhappy. If he was unhappy, the man in the room was even more unhappy.
What the hell? A man from outside came to the house? That was impossible. His wife was not that kind of person.
"Bam bam bam!" Mo Qiong knocked on the door loudly.
"Open the door!" Mo Qiong shouted as if he could not wait for the neighbors to hear him.
The loud noise in the room made everyone panic. The man hurriedly said, "Brother, should I ask my wife?"
Zhao Mingjun shook his head and said, "No need. Let him in!"
Under the mask, his tone was cold.
The man shivered and thought to himself, "The person outside the door is asking for death. Of all times to come, he chose this time to come and shout."
Although he did not know what his relationship with his woman was, he would definitely not have a good ending after entering this door.
The masked bandit definitely wouldn't allow him to shout like this outside. If they let him in directly, this person would most likely meet with disaster.
The man thought so, but he did not dare to resist Zhao Mingjun. He still slowly opened the door.
Mo Qiong squeezed through the door and shouted, "Where is Xiaoxing? Come out and tell me clearly. "
At the same time, Zhao Mingjun jumped out from the corner of the door and stabbed at Mo Qiong.
No one knew that although Mo Qiong seemed to be unprepared when he entered the door, he was actually very focused.
When he entered, he looked around quickly. It seemed like he was looking for Xiaoxing, but in fact, he was looking for Zhao Mingjun.
Seeing the masked robber attack, Mo Qiong jumped away and pulled out his ballpoint pen while saying, "F * ck, what's going on!"
Zhao Mingjun saw that he reacted so quickly and dodged his knife.
So he hurriedly closed the door and blocked the door. "Kid, if you don't make a sound, you can still live."
Seeing Zhao Mingjun raise his knife, Mo Qiong also raised his ballpoint pen and said, "You better not act rashly."
Seeing the ballpoint pen, Zhao Mingjun was also stunned. He thought to himself, "Is this a joke?"
The man who had shrunk away saw that Mo Qiong dared to challenge the robber with a ballpoint pen and could not help but think that he was crazy.
But then, the man felt strange. "You … you are looking for Xiaoxing? Who is Xiaoxing? "
Mo Qiong stared and said, "Isn't this Xiaoxing's house? The address she sent me online is here. "
The man was stunned. "What Xiaoxing, this is my house!"
Mo Qiong was also shocked. "What? I entered the wrong house? "
The man looked at Mo Qiong speechlessly. He did not expect that it was not his wife who had an affair, but this kid had entered the wrong house.
Usually, it would not matter if he entered the wrong house, but at this time, wasn't it fatal? This was bad luck.
Then, the woman inside walked out with money. The money was about 20,000 yuan.
The man hurriedly said, "Brother, take the money and leave. I definitely won't call the police."
Although this person was cowardly, he was also smart. At this moment, he saw a trace of killing intent in Zhao Mingjun's eyes.
Zhao Mingjun took the money. Before he could reply, he saw Mo Qiong holding the ballpoint pen and approaching him step by step.
"Don't move!" Zhao Mingjun shouted.
However, Mo Qiong still approached and said, "I have never been afraid of robbery in my life. Today is a coincidence. If you have the guts, stab me to death. If you can't, then don't think about leaving."
When the man heard this, he was about to go crazy.
To be able to say such unyielding words, how iron-willed was this guy?
He had already given the money and only wanted to send this robber away. Mo Qiong actually wanted to keep him? Too young!
It was fine if he was the only one who wanted to die, but if Zhao Mingjun stabbed Mo Qiong to death, then they would not be able to get away with it. They might even be killed together.
"Shut up! Do you want to die? "The man growled and wanted to stop Mo Qiong.
However, Mo Qiong was determined to keep Zhao Mingjun. At this moment, he was less than two meters away from him.
"You want to die?!" Zhao Mingjun was furious. He took a step forward and stabbed at Mo Qiong.
Mo Qiong's eyes were sharp and his hands were fast. He threw out the ballpoint pen.
What was different was that Mo Qiong's hand quickly caught up with the ballpoint pen and caught it in his hand.
He had practiced this many times.
As long as the speed of the thrown item was not too fast, then most people could catch it in mid-air with their hands.
At this moment, Mo Qiong caught the item in his hand again.
In the eyes of others, this was simply gaudy, as if he was playing with a spear.
However, to Mo Qiong, this was an excellent way to hide the trajectory of a bullet in close combat.
At this moment, his hand was moved by the ballpoint pen and pointed at Zhao Mingjun's right hand.
Zhao Mingjun was obviously an expert with knives. His right hand was stabbing straight, but the sharp tip of the pen seemed to be aiming at his hand accurately.
Halfway through, he could even change the stabbing to a swing. He wanted to avoid the tip of the pen and stab at Mo Qiong's neck, trying to kill him in one hit.
However, what was surprising was that Mo Qiong changed his move almost at the same time. He quickly stepped forward and bent his wrist. The tip of the pen was still pointing at Zhao Mingjun's hand.
Zhao Mingjun was shocked. He wanted to cut Mo Qiong's hand, but it was too late.
At such a close distance, Mo Qiong's pen was fast and fast. Even after changing his move, it did not slow down and directly stabbed into Zhao Mingjun's hand.
"Pfft!" It hit Zhao Mingjun's hand.
"Ah!" Zhao Mingjun screamed. His hand went limp and the knife fell.
Mo Qiong seemed to have expected that Zhao Mingjun would be able to accurately hit his knife. He lifted his leg and kicked the knife. The knife hit his leg hard and made a small cut.
Zhao Mingjun dropped the knife. He was injured and stepped back. He looked at Mo Qiong in shock.
There were at least three rounds in the short exchange just now!
This hothead in front of him was playing with a sword, no … playing with a pen. He was too damn agile!
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