Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Chapter 338 Old Zhao, you're not being fair.

Cheng Mo took out his phone from his pocket, scrolled to a number in his contacts that he hadn't called yet, and dialed it.

Beep beep beep—

connected.

Zhao Fangxu's gentle voice came through the receiver: "Hello, Xiao Cheng, what can I do for you?"

Cheng Mo leaned back in his chair, his tone relaxed: "Old Zhao, what are you saying? I only come to you when something happens."

Zhao Fangxu chuckled: "Isn't that right?"

Cheng Mo chuckled: "What you said makes sense."

Although it was their first time talking on the phone, they chatted as naturally as old friends who had known each other for many years.

Cheng Mo glanced out the window and asked again, "Old Zhao, are you at the company now?"

Zhao Fangxu's tone became more serious: "I'm waiting for you."

Cheng Mo nodded: "Okay, let's discuss it in detail when we meet."

After hanging up the phone, he put it back in his pocket and glanced at the back seat.

Wang Zizhong leaned back in his chair, his eyes closed, seemingly lost in thought.

Lu Huan sat next to Wang Zizhong, her hands on her knees, her back straight, her eyes fixed on the rapidly receding street scene outside the window, her face expressionless.

The car was parked in the parking lot of the NaDuTong headquarters.

Cheng Mo pushed open the car door and got out, glancing up at the gray-white building.

Zhao Fangxu really knows how to pick a location—not too high, not too low, not too new, not too old.

As soon as Cheng Mo and his group got out of the car, a young man dressed in a Na Du Tong uniform approached them with a standard professional smile: "Excuse me, are you Master Cheng Mo?"

Cheng Mo nodded.

The young man stepped aside and gestured for me to follow him: "Please come with me."

He led a few people into the building, through the lobby, swiped their cards to enter the elevator, and pressed the button for the top floor.

The elevator went up to the top floor, the door opened, and there was a carpeted corridor at the end of the corridor, with a dark wooden door.

The staff knocked on the door, and Zhao Fangxu's voice came from inside: "Come in."

The staff member pushed open the door and stepped aside.

Cheng Mo went in, followed by Xia He, then Lü Huan, and finally Wang Zizhong.

The office was simply furnished, with a large desk on which sat a computer, files, a teacup, and a globe. Behind the desk was a row of bookshelves, crammed with file boxes and books.

Zhao Fangxu sat behind his desk, a cup of tea in front of him, and a pen in his hand, writing something on a document.

Seeing Wang Zizhong enter, Zhao Fangxu put down his pen and stood up: "Grandpa Wang, you've come too."

Wang Zizhong nodded, his tone calm: "This matter is, after all, related to me."

Zhao Fangxu was puzzled, but he didn't show it. He smiled and walked around the table to Cheng Mo, patting him on the shoulder: "Xiao Cheng, sit down, don't be shy, pour yourself some water."

This was Zhao Fangxu sending a signal to Cheng Mo—let's not talk about anything else, just relax here with your brother Zhao.

Cheng Mo didn't stand on ceremony. He walked to the coffee table, picked up the kettle, and poured himself a glass of water.

Xia He followed him over, took the kettle from his hand, and poured a cup for Wang Zizhong and Lü Huan respectively.

Cheng Mo took the kettle from Xia He's hand and poured her some water.

They went back and forth several times, pouring water, handing out water, putting down the kettle, and getting cups. The group circled the coffee table several times.

Zhao Fangxu's eyelids twitched, his lips twitched, and he held back from saying anything.

After they finally finished and sat down, Zhao Fangxu returned to his seat, crossed his hands on the table, and glanced at their faces: "Now you can tell me what happened, right?"

Cheng Mo didn't answer directly, but turned to look at Lü Huan: "Huanhuan, why don't you tell this uncle about the abilities of the Dual Hands?"

Lü Huan stood up from the chair, her hands hanging at her sides, and looked at Zhao Fangxu.

"The Dual Hands have two abilities. The red hand repairs the body, healing injuries, repairing bodily damage, and restoring severed limbs. The blue hand modifies memories, extracting, modifying, and deleting a person's memories and cognition."

She paused, then added, "Once someone's mind has been touched by the Blue Hand, that person will be completely obedient to me, unless their will is strong enough or they are out of my control for an extended period of time."

After listening, Zhao Fangxu remained silent for a long time, tapping his fingers lightly on the table twice, his brows slightly furrowed.

After pondering for a long time, he looked up at Lü Huan and said, "Being able to change perceptions is indeed a dangerous ability."

Cheng Mo leaned back on the sofa and crossed his legs: "But don't worry, Lao Zhao, the Lü family only has Huanhuan, who is proficient in both arts. Other innate extraordinary people with the Minghun Technique haven't mastered it yet. At most, there are only one or two with potential."

Zhao Fangxu was slightly taken aback: "The Lü family?"

Cheng Mo scratched his head: "Didn't I tell you? Huanhuan is Lü Ci's great-grandson."

Zhao Fangxu took a deep breath and increased the frequency of his finger tapping.

Cheng Mo then dropped another bombshell, his tone remarkably calm: "Oh, right, there's also Qu Tong from the Yaoxing Society; she's also proficient in the Dual Hands technique."

Zhao Fangxu paused for a moment: "Qu Tong?"

Cheng Mo nodded: "Yes, she must have planted quite a few spies here, probably even on the board of directors."

Zhao Fangxu was genuinely surprised this time.

He certainly knew that there were spies in Na Du Tong, and he knew the identities of most of them, but they were all staff members below the middle level.

He genuinely didn't know, or rather, wasn't sure, that the spy had gotten directly to the board of directors.

If Qu Tong really has control over the board of directors—

Then the issue with NaDuTong is not just about leaking secrets, but could potentially affect decision-making.

This really needs to be considered carefully.

Wang Zizhong broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing this.

Previously, his mind was entirely focused on Duanmu Ying's plight, and he hadn't had time to consider the pros and cons involved.

Now that she had calmed down, and after hearing Cheng Mo's explanation, she began to understand how terrifying the Dual-Handed Technique was.

If the higher-ups are controlled by the Double-Handed, wouldn't the entire management system of the superhuman world collapse?

Zhao Fangxu looked at Cheng Mo, his tone serious: "What do you plan to do?"

Cheng Mo didn't answer, but instead looked at Lü Huan: "Huanhuan, are you confident you can seal the Soul-Sealing Techniques of the rest of the Lü family?"

Lü Huan nodded vigorously, her eyes resolute: "I can do it, Brother Cheng."

Cheng Mo looked at Wang Zizhong: "Uncle Wang, you don't mind dealing with the descendants of Senior Duanmu Ying, do you?"

Wang Zizhong shook his head and remained silent.

Cheng Mo then turned to Zhao Fangxu and spread his hands: "Uncle Zhao, do you understand my thoughts?"

Xia He secretly gave Cheng Mo a thumbs up.

Cheng Mo pretended not to see it.

Zhao Fangxu tapped his fingers on his knee a dozen times before speaking: "The company cannot directly participate in or control the Lü family's affairs."

Cheng Mo raised an eyebrow.

Zhao Fangxu continued, "The company needs to maintain a relatively neutral stance. We manage all the extraordinary individuals across the country. If we directly interfere in the internal affairs of the Ten Elders families, it will cause dissatisfaction among other families, and the situation will become even more complicated."

Cheng Mo swung his crossed legs around: "Old Zhao, you don't even have that much guts, do you? I'll look down on you."

Zhao Fangxu's lips twitched. He took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "You've handed Ma Xianhong over to the military, why don't you just let the military handle the Lü family's affairs?"

Cheng Mo's expression turned serious: "The Lü family's Soul-Clearing Technique is, in the end, still within the realm of magic. Apart from one or two individuals, the others have no impact on the overall system, but there are potential risks."

He tapped the table with his finger: "If Old Ma's system really went into operation, are you sure it could manage everything? Or are you trying to use this thing to demand more resources and more power from above?"

Zhao Fangxu's face turned red instantly, from his neck all the way to the tips of his ears, and he slammed his hand on the table.

Snapped!

The teacup on the table jumped, and tea splashed out.

"Cheng Mo, stop trying to pin this on me! I, Zhao Fangxu, have been in this position for so many years, building Nadutong from scratch, from a few dozen people to tens of thousands. What have I been after? Money? Power?"

"My selfish motives? Can't you see how much I've done for the world of supernatural beings? Why did I leave the Quanxing sect untouched? It's for maintaining stability! It's to avoid causing trouble for ordinary people! Who does these things? Isn't it me?"

He walked around the table, poking Cheng Mo's shoulder with his finger: "Back when I was fighting bandits with Master, you were still nowhere to be found. By seniority, I'm just a nominal disciple, so I'd be your senior brother! Why don't you consider me, your senior brother?"

Cheng Mo jumped up and immediately yelled, "Consider what?! Old Ma's affairs are beyond the company's control; they'll all have to be handed over in the end. Do you think I can't see it? You just want to use this opportunity to climb the ladder!"

Zhao Fangxu, his face flushed and neck thick with anger, said, "It's a merit even if it's handed over! It's a merit if it's handed over to the military, but it's not a merit if it's handed over to the company?"

"I've done so much for the peace and stability of the supernatural world over the years, leaving even those lunatics from the Quanxing Sect untouched. I can't have done nothing at all!"

Cheng Mo scoffed, crossing his arms. "Honestly, is it credit or hard work? Don't try to make yourself look good. You couldn't handle those Quanxing people yourself, so why are you trying to claim credit from me?"

Zhao Fangxu was so angry that his chest heaved. He pointed his finger at Cheng Mo's nose, his lips trembled, and he couldn't speak for a moment.

Xia He finally couldn't hold back any longer and slammed her hand on the coffee table: "Gentlemen, we're here to discuss the Lü family's affairs! If you want to argue, wait until we've finished discussing the important matters. I'll buy you two bottles of water, so you can argue all you want."