novelODS Chapter 1024 Capture
Chapter 1024 Capture
This is a question that everyone wants to know the answer to.
Xu Mo took the microphone and remained silent for a moment. All eyes in the room were on him.
Unlike other players, he didn't spout platitudes like "trust your teammates" or "never give up."
He spoke softly, his voice carrying clearly through the microphone throughout the entire venue and reaching the ears of every viewer watching the live broadcast around the world.
"I never thought about reversing it."
The entire audience erupted in uproar. Yu Shuang was also stunned.
Xu Mo's gaze swept calmly over the audience below the stage, and he continued, "From the moment I picked Kassadin, I knew that 16 minutes ago, I was not a player, I was just a punching bag, a moving 300 gold. What my teammates had to do was not to protect me, but to use their flesh and blood to buy me those most precious 16 minutes."
"So, the credit doesn't belong to me." His gaze fell on Uzi, who was standing below the stage with red eyes, then on Karsa, Letme, and Ming.
"It was my teammates who sacrificed themselves to get me to level 16. So all I need to do is take back what belongs to us after I reach level 16."
These words, calm yet powerful, attributed all the credit to the team.
The RNG players, who were in the audience, were all deeply moved by these words. Uzi even wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and revealed a relieved smile.
Yu Shuang was deeply touched by these words. She composed herself and continued to ask, "So, what were your considerations when you played Kassadin in the last game, which shocked everyone? In that situation, it seemed like an extremely risky choice."
Upon hearing this, Xu Mo's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.
He glanced at Yu Shuang beside him, then at the camera, as if he were talking to a distant being through the lens.
"Because I know my opponent is very strong, and he has the ability to defeat me. So I have to give him a chance, a chance that he believes he can definitely kill me."
“I put my neck under his knife and told him that he had 16 minutes to cut it off.”
His voice paused, and a cold, sharp glint flashed in his eyes.
"But if you haven't killed me after 16 minutes."
"Then, you're the one who will die."
These words were domineering, arrogant, and filled with a suffocating sense of oppression!
The entire Busan Stadium fell silent at that moment.
Everyone was stunned by this declaration, so distinctly "Mexican-style." This wasn't explaining a tactical choice; it was declaring victory in a gamble, sentencing an opponent to death!
Yu Shuang felt her heart skip a beat. Looking at the man in front of her who calmly uttered the most arrogant words, she momentarily forgot about the question that was about to be asked.
Xu Mo handed the microphone back to her, nodded slightly, then turned around and walked off the stage amidst a deafening roar of "God Mo" from the audience.
He didn't look back.
Because he knew that this championship trophy was not the end.
That night, the Busan night sky was completely ignited by RNG's victory. The club owner spent a fortune, booking one of Seoul's top Korean BBQ restaurants to reward the heroes who had created this miracle with a grand celebration banquet.
On the high-speed train from Busan to Seoul, the team members shed their fatigue, and the atmosphere was relaxed and enthusiastic. Uzi pulled Xu Mo aside, insisting that he see the comments on his phone praising him as "Mo Shen is awesome," while Karsa and Ming were fiercely debating who deserved the most credit in the last game, arguing heatedly. Letme watched from the side with a smile, occasionally chiming in to add fuel to the fire.
Xu Mo didn't join their playful banter; he simply leaned against the window, watching the night view rush by. Seoul's lights resembled a flowing galaxy, dazzling and mesmerizing. He knew that beneath this prosperity lay countless undercurrents. The "Nightingale" organization had a deeply entrenched influence in South Korea, and his appearance tonight was undoubtedly a declaration of his return to them.
Located in the heart of Gangnam District, Seoul, the restaurant is an extremely luxurious private dining establishment that reportedly only serves VIPs with reservations. As soon as the entire RNG team entered the restaurant, which was marked "Fully Booked," they were respectfully welcomed inside by the manager, who had been waiting for them.
The celebratory banquet was incredibly lively. Top-quality Wagyu beef sizzled on the grill, releasing an enticing aroma. The team members clinked glasses, sharing their joy at the victory. U-zi, holding a glass of cola, walked up to Xu Mo, his face flushed.
"Mozi, this cup is for you!" he said, his tongue slurring. "Without you, I... I might never have won this championship in my life! From today onwards, you are my brother!"
Xu Mo smiled helplessly, picked up the juice in front of him, and clinked glasses with it.
Just then, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open roughly, and several well-dressed but reeking of alcohol young men barged in. The leader was a man with dyed silver-gray hair; he was handsome, but his eyes were full of arrogance and provocation.
"Hey, isn't this our great MSI champion, RNG from LPL?" the silver-haired man said in fluent Chinese with a sarcastic tone, and the people behind him burst into laughter.
The restaurant manager's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: "Mr. Park, please calm down, this is a private room..."
"Get out of my way!" The silver-haired man shoved the manager aside and walked straight to RNG's table. His gaze swept over everyone before finally settling on Xu Mo. "I watched your match, you played well. However, after beating our LCK team, you come to Seoul to celebrate so arrogantly. Isn't that a bit disrespectful of us?"
The RNG players immediately put down their glasses, their faces darkening. Uzi, with his fiery temper, was about to stand up on the spot.
"Who the hell are you? What the hell are you barking about here for?"
Xu Mo pressed down on Uzi's shoulder, signaling him to calm down. He looked at the silver-haired man in front of him, his eyes calm and unwavering. He smelled a familiar scent emanating from this man, the scent of "Nightingale."
It seems they are more impatient than they imagined.
The silver-haired man seemed to enjoy the angry expressions on the RNG players' faces. He picked up an unopened bottle of soju from the table and said with a smile, "Don't be so tense. My name is Park Joon-woo, and my father is a shareholder of this restaurant. I just wanted to make friends with the champions. How about we play a game to liven things up?"
He pointed at Xu Mo: "You, the MVP. Dare to have a match with me? Not in League of Legends, you guys might be good at that. Let's compete in something more... 'manly'."
As he spoke, he placed the bottle of liquor in the center of the table, then took out a beautifully crafted butterfly knife from his pocket, twirling it deftly between his fingers, the blade gleaming coldly under the light.
"Let's have a contest... to see who can use this knife to cut the longest and deepest gash on their own arm. Whoever chickens out has to bark like a dog three times in front of everyone, and then get out of Seoul. So, Mr. Champion, are you up for the challenge?"
The entire private room fell silent instantly.
The RNG players were stunned; they hadn't expected their opponents to propose such a crazy, even perverse, game. This wasn't just a provocation; it was a blatant insult and an act of harm.
"Are you fucking crazy?!" Uzi couldn't hold back any longer and slammed his fist on the table.
"Can't take a joke?" Park Joon-woo chuckled dismissively, his gaze fixed on Xu Mo. "I heard you had a wrist injury before the finals? What, scared? Scared that it might affect your precious skills?"
These words struck Xu-Mo's sore spot precisely.
He slowly stood up and, amidst everyone's astonished gazes, calmly said, "Okay, I'll play with you."
"Mozi!"
"Xu Mo, are you crazy?!"
He ignored his teammates' exclamations. He walked to the table and picked up the bottle of liquor.
“However, your bet is too small.” Xu Mo’s voice was cold and devoid of any emotion. “Just barking like a dog is meaningless.”
He unscrewed the cap of the liquor bottle and poured some of the clear liquid onto his left wrist. The old wound, slightly red and swollen from the intense performance in the finals, stung a little under the influence of the alcohol.
He looked at Park Joon-woo and said, word by word, "Let's add a wager. If I win, you'll not only have to kneel down and take back every single word you just said, but also..."
His gaze swept over Park Joon-woo's handsome yet distorted face.
“I want all of your ‘Nightingale’ clubs in Seoul to close for a month, starting tonight.”
"boom!"
Park Joon-woo felt as if he had been struck by lightning! The smile on his face froze instantly, replaced by utter horror!
"You...how do you know about 'Nightingale'?!"
This name is their organization's internal code name, and it is absolutely impossible for outsiders to know it!
Xu Mo didn't answer him, but simply picked up the butterfly knife. His movements were slow, even somewhat clumsy, as if it were his first time handling such a thing.
He pressed the cold blade against his left wrist.
The RNG players were on tenterhooks, and Uzi even considered rushing forward to snatch the knife.
Park Joon-woo, on the other hand, was plunged into immense shock and panic. He didn't know how his identity had been exposed; all he knew was that if he didn't handle things properly today, he would face the organization's most severe punishment.
"Go ahead and row! Why did you stop?" Xu Mo raised his eyes, looking at Park Joon-woo's pale face, a mocking smile curving his lips. "Or is your so-called 'game for men' just a scare tactic?"
Park Joon-woo trembled at those words. He gritted his teeth, snatched the butterfly knife from Xu Mo's hand, and said fiercely, "Fine! Since you want to play, I'll play with you to the end! I want to see just how much guts you have!"
After saying that, he didn't hesitate to slash his arm with the blade!
A bloody gash appeared instantly, and blood gushed out. He endured the excruciating pain, a ferocious grin spreading across his face: "Your turn, Mr. Champion!"
Everyone held their breath.
Xu Mo looked at the faint red mark on his wrist, then at the shocking wound on Park Joon-woo's arm, and suddenly laughed.
He shook his head, as if looking at an idiot.
"When did I say I was going to cut my own hand?"
Amidst everyone's puzzled gazes, he slowly extended his right hand and used two fingers to pinch Park Joon-woo's still bleeding arm.
His movements were very light, but Park Joon-woo felt as if his arm was being clamped by iron clamps, unable to move!
"What...what do you want to do?!" Park Joon-woo was horrified to discover that his pride and joy were completely useless against this seemingly weak e-sports player!
Xu Mo didn't say anything.
His left hand gripped the butterfly knife, its cold blade slowly approaching Park Joon-woo's face.
"You have a pretty face." Xu Mo's voice was like a devil's whisper from the deepest hell. "Tell me, if I were here and drew you a world map, would the 'Nightingale' organization like it?"
The cold blade was already pressed against Park Joon-woo's cheek.
In that instant, Park Joon-woo's mental defenses completely collapsed!
He could feel the bone-chilling cold from the blade, and he could imagine the gruesome sight of his face being slashed open! In all his years in the underworld, this was the first time he had felt such pure, deep-seated fear!
"No...no! I give up! I give up!" he screamed incoherently, his body trembling violently with fear. "I was wrong! I apologize! Please, let me go!"
His companions were so terrified by this sudden turn of events that they stood frozen in place, too afraid to move.
As Xu Mo watched him weep uncontrollably, the murderous intent in his eyes slowly faded.
He released his grip and dropped the butterfly knife on the ground with a clatter.
"Kneel down."
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.
Without hesitation, Park Joon-woo knelt down on both knees with a thud.
"explain."
“I…I’m a dog! I’m trash! I shouldn’t have come here to cause trouble! I kowtow to all the champions and apologize!” Park Jun-woo said like a stray dog, banging his forehead against the ground with a loud “thump” sound.
The entire restaurant was completely silent.
From initial shock to later worry, and now, all that remains for the RNG team members is endless awe for Xu Mo.
They finally understood what a terrifying beast was hidden within this usually taciturn teammate.
Xu Mo looked down at Park Jun-woo kneeling on the ground and said in an icy voice:
"Go back and tell your master that I, Xu Mo, have returned."
"Take my message with you. From today onwards, Seoul will be known by the surname 'Heo'."
"roll."
Park Joon-woo felt like he had been granted a pardon, and he scrambled away with his equally terrified companions, fleeing the restaurant in a sorry state.
The restaurant returned to calm.
Xu Mo returned to his seat, picked up his juice, and took a small sip, as if nothing had happened.
The rest of RNG looked at him with completely different expressions.
Uzi opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found himself unable to utter a single word. Only then did he realize just how unfathomable his so-called "older brother" truly was.
The celebration banquet could never recapture its previous enthusiastic atmosphere. (End of Chapter)