AWB Chapter 293 Specializing in Robbery
Chapter 293 Specializing in Robbery
Mo Ming stepped out of the exchange shop, a chilly wind blowing against his face, but his heart was burning with excitement. He looked at the purple exchange card dangling in his hand, a playful smile curving his lips.
"Heh, I really wonder what kind of 'prey' will take the bait." He muttered to himself, then clutched the thick stack of purple exchange cards firmly in his hand, as if afraid that others wouldn't see it—this was the "bait" he had specially designed.
Dressed in slightly worn clothes, Mo Ming looked like a nobody who had just made a small fortune. He wore a pair of Cloud-Stepping Boots that gleamed faintly, using their discreet yet swift effect to walk step by step toward the crowd.
Instead of sneaking along the woods, he swaggered down the wide street, even patting the exchange card and muttering to himself from time to time.
"Wow, I'm rich! I can't believe a nobody like me can earn so many purple exchange cards all at once. It's like the heavens are on my side! Tsk tsk, if I could get an orange exchange card too, hey, that would be awesome!"
He would occasionally raise his voice to attract the attention of passersby, and his eyes would deliberately scan his surroundings, as if he were wary of something. Unfortunately, his clumsy "fake vigilance" was nothing short of a blatant attempt to conceal something in the eyes of those with ulterior motives.
However, faced with the lure of enormous profits, many people choose to ignore this blatant trap. Soon, a cold, sinister gaze was cast upon them from not far away.
"Tsk, this idiot, he actually dares to openly flaunt such a stack of purple cards, isn't he just courting death?"
A burly man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. Several of his accomplices beside him looked over and immediately burst into laughter.
"Brother, this kid is probably a country bumpkin with no knowledge. It must be a miracle that he can produce this stack of cards. It would be a shame not to fleece such a fat sheep."
The burly man narrowed his eyes, a fierce glint in them. "Hmm, indeed. He's dressed like an ordinary player. He probably got incredibly lucky to earn that. Purple cards are valuable. We're just about to go to the exchange shop to get some resources. Why not take advantage of such a fat sheep that's delivered to our doorstep?"
"Then let's make a move?"
The burly man licked his lips and immediately beckoned to his men, "Let's go, test him and see if he's tough. If he's really not strong, just strip him of everything and see if he has any other valuables on him."
Several figures quickly got up and concealed themselves among the survivors coming and going in the wilderness, quietly approaching Mo Ming's direction.
Mo Ming continued to stroll leisurely through the streets, the purple card in his hand still gleaming brightly.
A faint smile always lingered on his lips, and he would occasionally lower his head to adjust his cloud-stepping boots, making himself appear completely unguarded. He knew that such ostentatious behavior would soon attract unwanted attention.
Sure enough, five or six burly men with ill intentions suddenly appeared beside him, gradually approaching with sinister smiles on their faces.
Mo Ming pretended not to see it and continued walking on his own.
"Boss, there are too many people here, it's not convenient for us to take action. Let's wait until he turns into the woods," one of the subordinates suggested in a low voice.
"Okay, then keep a close eye on him. We'll surround him later so he doesn't get away. Judging from his appearance, he's probably hiding something else good." The leader chuckled, revealing a sly look.
However, they were unaware that Mo Ming had already noticed their ulterior motives.
He curled his lips slightly, secretly amused: "Here it comes, quite patient. But in that case, I can't be too hasty in making my move; I need to tease it a little more."
So, Mo Ming randomly chose a narrow path, slowly turned into it, and even carefully looked back to make sure no one was following him before quickly leaving, as if he was really afraid of being targeted by robbers.
His actions undoubtedly convinced the group of burly men that it was true.
"What an amateur! He actually went into the woods. Does he think nobody's watching him? How naive! Let's get ready to attack!"
The group immediately filed in.
"Hey kid, stop right there."
The leader stepped forward, squinted at Mo Ming, and sneered, "Pretty rich, huh? You've got guts too, daring to roam the streets with just a few punches and purple cards?"
"Who...who are you? What do you want?"
Mo Ming feigned fear and wariness, took a few steps back, and gripped the redemption card in his hand even tighter.
"Stop playing dumb. Hand over the stuff and give it to us brothers obediently, or you'll suffer some pain." The eldest brother stretched out his hand, his smiling face revealing a particularly ferocious expression.
"Brother, stop wasting time talking to him, just cripple him! That kid probably has other good stuff, and these kinds of people are the easiest to squeeze dry!" a burly man said impatiently.
Mo Ming's eyes changed, revealing a hint of panic. He waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, no, don't do it. I'll give you the things, okay? Don't kill me, don't kill me."
As he spoke, he pretended to be flustered as he slowly handed over the purple card. But just as the leader stepped forward to snatch it away, a cold smile suddenly flashed across Mo Ming's face—he took a step forward, and a ball of blazing flame suddenly erupted from his palm!
"boom!"
Flames erupted, scorching the burly man's face until it was a deep red, forcing him to stumble back a few steps. Mo Ming seized the opportunity to retreat, drawing his bronze demon-suppressing sword, which gleamed with an eerie green light, its blade flashing with a cold, unsettling glow in the firelight.
"Flames! This kid can control fire! He's a Radiant Orange-level!"
The subordinate behind the leader cried out in alarm, his expression showing a hint of horror.
"Trying to run? Too late!"
Mo Ming sneered, and with a slight wave of his hands, two blazing crimson flames instantly ignited in his palms. Wearing cloud-stepping boots, his figure moved forward with ghostly speed, and his bronze sword was casually swung, leaving arcs of flame in the air.
The leader was forced back by the fierce sword strike. He blocked several attacks in succession, and the knife in his hand was even scalded red by the flames, almost slipping from his grasp.
"You little brat, you've got some skills!" He waved his hand around, signaling his men to swarm forward.
Mo Ming gave a light snort, pushed off slightly with his feet, and his body suddenly shot up into the sky like a rabbit. In mid-air, he flicked his hand, and a pillar of fire suddenly exploded from the ground, instantly scattering the group.
"Ahhh!"
Three henchmen screamed as they were engulfed by flames, collapsing helplessly to the ground. Mo Ming, however, moved with the grace of a swallow, landing lightly, his bronze sword flashing as it pierced towards the neck of the leader.
The latter hastily blocked the attack, but the force from the greatsword made his hand go numb.
"That's it?"
Mo Ming sneered, then unleashed his movement technique, his Cloud-Stepping Boots generating a gust of wind. He moved as fast as a ghost to his elder brother's side, and his bronze sword slammed into his brother's protective weapon, causing it to shatter on the spot.
Before he could retaliate, Mo Ming had already snatched the spatial container from his waist and casually tore off a metal nameplate hidden in the corner.
After doing all this, Mo Mingyou took a few steps back, looked at the panicked crowd, and said calmly, "With such meager skills, you still dare to openly rob people?"
The eldest brother was speechless, his face ashen, but he still said defiantly, "Kid, we've lost this time. Take the stuff and let us go."
"Hmph!" Mo Ming snorted coldly, then slit his throat with a sword and left.