Reborn Villain's Creed

Mo Wan returned to the dormitory.

Yu Yanxian jumped up from the bed and asked excitedly, "How is it going? How is your relationship with Ma Chongying? Have you exchanged contact information?"

Mo Wan said, "No."

"Such a good opportunity, why didn't you take it a step further?" Yu Yanxian said, moving closer to her. "So what did you talk about for so long?"

Mo Wan looked at Yu Yanxian, who was gossiping, and handed her the homework. "Let's talk about advanced mathematics."

Yu Yanxian looked disappointed. "We talked for so long during dinner, why are we still talking about this after dinner?"

Mo Wan fell silent and asked her, "What else should we talk about?"

She asked this question naturally, as if she was asking sincerely.

Seeing her puzzled look, Yu Yanxian asked tentatively, "Have you ever been in love before?"

Mo Wan thought back. "I've dated," he added. "But I never pursued anyone."

"Is that so... That's right." Yu Yanxian pulled her to sit down. "Student Mo Wan, you can do this..."

Yu Yanxian told her everything she needed to pay attention to during the meeting and what they should talk about.

Mo Wan looked at her roommate who was talking so clearly and logically, and after listening for a while, she asked her, "How many have you dated?"

Yu Yanxian was speechless for a moment, mumbling, "Hey, when it comes to love, just because you haven't experienced it doesn't mean you can't do it."

Mo Wan didn't respond.

Yu Yanxian felt guilty when she looked at her. "I'm just telling you something. If you don't want to listen, it's okay."

She finished her words with a wry smile, then said, "Actually, for someone as outstanding as you, Mo Wan, as long as you like him, you can easily win him over without doing anything special."

Yu Yanxian's eyes lit up as she thought of something. "I'm sure Ma Chongying likes you, too. Otherwise, with all the drama you and Field had, most people would avoid you, never invite you to dinner, or spend time alone with you."

Mo Wan didn't take her attempt to make amends to heart.

Seeing that she was silent, Yu Yanxian asked curiously, "After spending time together tonight, Mo Wan, do you like Ma Chongying more?"

Otherwise, with her personality, she wouldn't listen to her talking about these love tips.

Mo Wan looked at the advanced math homework and said meaningfully, "I'm indeed more interested in him."

Yu Yanxian heard her words and said happily: "Really? I said he was very good."

Mo Wan glanced at Yu Yanxian and said nothing.

Yu Yanxian was finally satisfied after she found out what she wanted to know.

After her roommate went to wash up, she sat on the bed, eating an orange and watching the news.

Not a moment later.

Mo Wan came out of the shower, listening to the news anchor's voice and watching Yu Yanxian, who seemed both brave and timid, yet also soft and vulnerable. "Do you like watching the news?"

Yu Yanxian had an orange stuffed in her mouth and uttered an inarticulate "hmm".

"Understand current events?"

"No, it's because I can watch the news without my mom..." She paused mid-sentence, looked up at her, and said with a smile, "My mom has made me watch the news since I was little. It's a habit, a habit."

Mo Wan looked at her flustered roommate and didn't expose her.

Yu Yanxian put down the orange awkwardly, clapped her hands, and thought of something to change the subject. "Do you remember the red door I told you about last time?"

Mo Wan didn't respond and waited for her to continue.

Yu Yanxian said: "Weren't the police looking for him before? I just saw the news, they said he died on the way to Chicago."

This news was revealed to the police by Mo Wan.

The death of the Red Gate Young Master would stop the police's search and would also give some people peace of mind.

but--

The fact that the police were looking for her was not made public. How did she, a student, know about it?

Mo Wan walked towards Yu Yanxian and turned her computer screen.

The evening news was still playing on the screen.

The content is that the vegetable market in a certain district is well managed and is very popular among local people, so vegetable markets in other places should learn from it, etc.

Very normal news.

Mo Wan glanced down at the screen, then looked at the anxious Yu Yanxian. "Why are you so concerned about the Red Gate?"

Yu Yanxian, sitting down, looked up at her roommate, who had a powerful aura, and swallowed hard. "No, no... it's just a little bit famous. I mean, this market is kind of boring, right?"

It's quite boring.

Yu Yanxian asked her, her heart pounding. "Student Mo Wan, don't you want to know what the young master of the Red Gate looks like?"

Mo Wan didn't answer.

Yu Yanxian said: "I heard he was quite handsome. Unfortunately, the news said he was dead and no photo was released."

handsome?

Doesn’t she know that the Young Master of Hongmen is just a title, not an identity?

Mo Wan was silent for half a second, turned the computer screen towards her, and returned to his bed.

Yu Yanxian looked at her from behind and asked curiously, "Why did you say he fled to Chicago? Is there still Red Gate influence there?"

"Fortunately, he died on the way. Otherwise, if he had arrived in Chicago and inherited his father's power, he would definitely have returned to Funan and caused chaos here."

"Student Mo Wan, if he were still alive, would he come back for revenge, or would he never return to this sad place?"

Mo Wan said in a deep voice, "Student Yu Yanxian, don't be so curious, especially about the Red Gate."

The Red Gate was a taboo in Funan. The great disaster brought about by its demise still makes people tremble when they think about it.

It gives people the feeling that even the mere mention of it will lead to a catastrophic disaster.

therefore.

Although the Red Gate clan was wiped out just over a year ago, few people mention this name on the streets, young and old, men and women.

Yu Yanxian heard her reminder and immediately covered her mouth, rolling her eyes to look at the small dormitory. "I'm just telling you, it should be okay, right?"

Mo Wan looked at her innocent and ignorant look, checked the message on his phone, and ignored her.

Liu Hong may not agree to do business with her, but the money must be ready.

Because once Liu Hong rejected her, she would go to his rival or his father.

No matter what, she had to purchase this batch of goods in two weeks to prove her ability to the people in the underworld, otherwise it would be difficult for her to gain a foothold here.

Mo Wan looked at the gap of 500,000 and wondered how to fill it.

The money from Luo Shi had been spent in the first three months.

Her original plan was to buy a large amount at the lowest point of Ma's stock price, and then sell it all when they rescued the market.

This is the fastest and safest way to make money.

but--

Mo Wan thought of the call she received before dinner, hesitated for a moment, and sent a message to Luo Shi.

-

At this time, in a secluded villa in Phnom Penh.

After the doctor packed up and left the room, the woman waiting outside hurried in with her son.

Luo Shi sat on the sofa, looked at the crying woman and child, and drank a sip of tea.

The attending physician told him, "Mr. Luo, your father's condition is basically under control. Now, as long as we find a suitable lung donor and perform a lung transplant, there's a chance of a complete recovery."

Luo Shi looked at the room where the crying came from. "How much time do we have?"

The attending physician said, "A month at most." He lowered his head and said, "I will contact all the major hospitals and prioritize supplying your father."

"You don't have to worry about the lung source."

Luo Shi finished speaking and waved his hand.

His men understood and sent the doctor away.

The hall returned to silence.

The only sounds coming from the room were the woman's caring greetings and the child's childish and timid voice calling for his father.

Wu Yueqing heard the noise and said to Luo Shi, "Boss, aren't you going in? Master Tu has woken up."

Luo Shi said indifferently: "Master Tu just woke up, he must want to talk to his wife and children, let's not go to worry about it."

He put down his teacup just in time to see a text message pop up on his phone.

Luo Shi opened his phone and looked at the message sent by Mo Wan.

After seeing the content of the message, Luo Shi was stunned for a moment.

Wu Yueqing asked worriedly, "Boss, is something wrong?"

Luo Shi didn't avoid him. "The young master wants me to take care of someone."

Wu Yueqing didn't like her, but she was half the owner of the bar, so he just said perfunctorily, "Who is it? I'll ask someone down there to take care of it."

Luo Shi said, "I'm also curious about who could be worthy of her asking such a question."

The young master of Hongmen is not a kind and charitable person.

There is only one possibility for her to say this now, that is, this person is crucial to what she is doing.

Luo Shi thought for a moment and said to Wu Yueqing, "You and A-Long stay here. I'm going out."

Wu Yueqing was very unhappy when he saw that he was going in person, but he didn't know what to say.

A-Long sent the boss to the car, and when he came back, he said to Wu Yueqing, who had a dark face, "Have you been heartbroken?"

Wu Yueqing rolled his eyes at him. "Did the young master cast a spell on the boss? He jumped over at the mere thought of a message."

Aaron thought it was something else.

He heard Wu Yueqing's words and sat on the sofa and said, "Don't forget her identity. The boss must have his own intentions for doing this."

Wu Yueqing snorted. "What identity? There are countless people in Funan who want her life."

Aaron lowered his voice and said, "Be careful with your words."

Wu Yueqing glanced at the bodyguards inside and outside the room, then calmed down and sat down next to him, still saying indignantly, "In my opinion, things are different now. The boss is now Mr. Tu's godson, and she is just a little girl. She should be thankful that the boss can give her the money on time as agreed."

That's what it says.

But no matter how poor she is, she is still the young master of Hongmen. Who knows how many chips she has in her hands?

Aaron didn't understand all this. He only knew that they had no right to interfere with who the boss wanted to meet and what he wanted to do, so he didn't respond to Wu Yueqing's words.

-

"In 1867, Germany produced the world's first rifle firing metal-jacketed bullets. Automatic firearms began to appear in the late 19th century and were used in World War I."

"In 1884, the first modern automatic firearm was successfully developed: the famous Maxim heavy machine gun. At the Battle of Somsinger, Germany inflicted nearly 6 casualties on the British army in just one day."

"It can be seen that the gun is the most indispensable weapon in battle. Now, which student can tell me when the first self-loading pistol was invented?"

In the classroom, the military teacher - Garev finished his lecture and asked the students below.

A student actively said: "Teacher, I know, it is a Xiopian gun from 1364 years ago."

Garev shook his head. "I'm asking about the self-loading cell phone. The Xiopi fires stone bullets."

After he finished speaking, he asked the students to sit down and then asked other people.

The students were unsure of the answer and lowered their heads, not daring to look the teacher in the eye.

The earliest prototype of the pistol was born in 1331.

They don't even know when the first pistol was invented, let alone a self-loading pistol.

Perhaps only military fans can remember this old question so clearly.

Mo Wan twirled the pen and lowered his head to read.

Field glanced at Mo Wan who didn't dare to look up from behind him, and when the teacher looked over, he turned sideways.

Garev glanced at Field and said to the person behind him, "Student Mo Wan, you answer the questions for everyone."

When Mo Wan was "lucky" enough to be picked again, he no longer cared.

She stood up, not paying any attention to the students who wanted to see her embarrass herself, and without giving it much thought, she said directly: "1892."

When Mo Wan was checking the book with Garev, she said, "To be precise, it was invented in 1892 by Austrian Joseph Laumann. It was called the Schauberger pistol. But this pistol had too many drawbacks and was not practical, so it was eliminated shortly after it was released."

Seeing the girl know about such an unpopular event, Garev continued to ask, "The M1911 is the most famous gun in the United States. It has experienced two world wars. What is the reason for its popularity?"

Mo Wan simply said: "The double insurance design has a low failure rate and is easy to maintain and service."

Today, its market is still huge.

Although the gun is old, it is safe, easy to use and inexpensive.

Seeing her clear and accurate answer that went beyond the scope of the question, Garev did not let her go and continued to ask: "Do you think there is a pistol more powerful than the Desert Eagle?"

Why are all the questions about pistols?

Without even raising his eyebrows, Mo Wan blurted out, "The most powerful pistol is the Smith & Waring M500 revolver from the United States. It has a larger caliber than the Desert Eagle and is more powerful."

She could go into more detail if necessary.

But apparently, this information was enough to deal with them.

Garev asked her three questions in a row, but none of them stumped her.

He looked at the calm girl meaningfully, waved his hand for her to sit down, and then continued, "A gun is a soldier's second life. Knowing its information is only the most basic. No matter which unit or department you join in the future, you must master it proficiently. Now, go outside the classroom and conduct a field exercise."

After saying this, Garev led the way out of the classroom.

After such a long time since school started, the students can finally touch guns and are as excited as wild monkeys.

Mo Wan didn't have much expectation and followed the crowd out of the classroom.

The guns in the school are either common classic models or almost outdated.

In short, anything that can be played with in a freshman year cannot be a good thing, and she started playing with this kind of thing when she was three years old.

Yu Yanxian was amazed by Mo Wan's knowledge that could silence the teacher.

She squeezed through the crowd, came to her side, and gave her a thumbs-up. "Student Mo Wan, you were really amazing just now, so cool!"

Mo Wan looked at Yu Yanxian, whose cheeks were slightly red due to excitement.

Is this cool?

It is just the most basic common sense for an arms dealer, not even entry-level.

Yu Yanxian wanted to ask her if she had any practical training, but then she saw two instructors, Victor and Zheng Yi, standing behind the rows of tables in the training ground.