Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

Chen Mo returned to the manor, went straight to the study door, and casually placed his laptop on the desk.

Using his advanced hacking skills, he had already silently implanted a real-time listening program into the phones of Dalson, Richie, and Victoria.

He leaned back lazily in the leather chair, lit a cigarette between his fingers, slowly put his feet up on the edge of the table, put on his headphones, and the conversation between the three of them immediately came through clearly.

The first voice to ring out was Dalson's, hoarse and rough, filled with barely suppressed hatred and fear.

"That yellow-skinned monkey is terrifyingly strong, he's practically a monster! There's no way we can kill him head-on! He's a desperate criminal who single-handedly wiped out an entire underground boxing ring and annihilated twenty of our elite gunmen. A direct confrontation would be suicide!"

"So we have to think of other solutions!"

Richie's voice was sinister and irritable, filled with gritted teeth.

"I've checked. The driver who works for Ghost, even though he's been with him for years, is just an employee, not some die-hard loyalist! If we pay him enough, he'll definitely turn against us!"

"And then? Tell me the whole story!"

Victoria interrupted coldly, her clear voice full of impatience. She didn't want to hear any nonsense; she just wanted to kill that lowly yellow-skinned Chinese man as soon as possible.

"Victoria, now it's your turn to step in."

Richie squinted and said in a sinister tone.

"Call him, pretend to agree to his proposal, promise to serve him, and lure him to your villa! But the driver will bring him there, and you make your move the moment he gets out of the car!"

"We can't just kill him!"

Dalson growled viciously, his voice filled with venom.

"First, shoot him and cripple his arms and legs, leave him barely alive! I want to personally tear this bastard to pieces and snap his neck. And he swallowed all our money, I'll make him cough it all up, with interest, double the amount!"

Richie immediately added, his tone menacing.

"The driver's timing must be precise! The instant Chen Mo steps out of the car! He's in the back seat with a blind spot; he won't see the gun being drawn. A single shot is all it takes!"

Victoria paused for a few seconds, then calmly pointed out the problem.

"This plan has flaws. Why would the driver agree to it? He's not stupid."

"Just throw money at it!"

Richie said it concisely and to the point.

"Give him three million US dollars! A low-level driver like him will never see such a large sum of money in his entire life; he absolutely cannot resist the temptation!"

"Three million? That yellow-skinned monkey is no ordinary person!"

Dalson immediately retorted, his face darkening.

"For a deal like this that could cost him his life, three million is simply not enough; he would absolutely refuse!"

"Then how much will you say?"

Richie roared.

"At least eight million!"

Dalson gritted his teeth.

"No, that's too much!"

Richie immediately objected, "We're already heavily in debt; we can't afford to throw any more money into this!"

"Fool! Once he falls into our hands, the 30 billion+ he made by shorting our company is ours! Don't even mention 8 million, even 10 million would be worth it!"

Dalson roared.

Richie then realized what was happening.

"OK, we'll do it your way!"

Dalson slammed his right hand on the table.

"First, I'll bribe the driver to make him turn against me. Once he agrees, Victoria will immediately call Chen Mo and make him come to me! This time, I'll make him regret ever being born!"

The sound in the headphones gradually subsided, and Chen Mo stubbed out his cigarette.

He leaned back in his chair, his mind clearly laid out.

This driver was personally selected and carefully vetted by Ghost; he is extremely loyal and could never be easily bribed.

Even if we take a step back and assume the driver is truly blinded by money and betrays us, he is now at the mid-stage of the Inner Strength Realm, and ordinary bullets cannot harm him in the slightest. The advantage is mine.

Let them try to bribe them if they want; no matter the process, they will be the one who wins in the end.

Having figured this out, Chen Mo stopped eavesdropping on the three and focused on improving his disguise skills, letting the three continue their ridiculous conspiracy.

Meanwhile, the three of them, Dalson and his companions, didn't dare to delay. Time was of the essence, so they immediately contacted the Lincoln driver.

The call was connected.

"Hello, who is this?"

Dilson got straight to the point, his tone forceful.

"Three million US dollars to help us take out Chen Mo. Once you have the money, you can leave Los Angeles immediately, and no one will bother you."

The driver was taken aback at first, then immediately chuckled.

"Sir! Only three million? Are you kidding me?"

"This is murder, not a convenience store robbery. You know Mr. Chen is my boss, and he's incredibly powerful. If I fail, I'm dead!"

"I can pay more!"

"How much?"

"Eight million dollars!"

"No, no, no!"

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, you're not offering enough; you need to add more money! This is too risky; three million isn't worth the risk!"

"How much do you want?"

Suppressing his anger, Dalson asked in a deep voice.

"Fifteen million US dollars, not a penny less!"

The driver demanded an exorbitant price, his eyes filled with lust for money.

Dalson and Richie exchanged a glance, their faces extremely grim. After a struggle filled with gritted teeth, they finally managed to pull each other apart.

"I can only give you twelve million US dollars! Pay a five million deposit first, and the remaining seven million will be settled immediately after you bring the crippled Chen Mo to the Victoria Villa!"

"Deal!"

The driver agreed without hesitation; twelve million US dollars would be enough for him to completely get rid of his miserable job as a driver.

If you'll never have to worry about food and drink your whole life, what's loyalty anyway? It's worthless in the face of money.

In less than a minute, five million US dollars were transferred to the driver's designated anonymous overseas account, and the shady deal was finalized.

As darkness fell, Chen Mo's phone suddenly rang, displaying an unfamiliar number.

He raised an eyebrow. Was he ready to take action?

He answered the phone, his tone indifferent.

"Let me guess, is it Miss Victoria?"

Victoria's voice was completely different from her previous harsh and cold demeanor at the bank; it carried a deliberate softness.

"Mr. Chen, I've made up my mind. Tonight... does your previous suggestion still stand?"

"Of course it counts! Miss Victoria, you need to be confident in your beauty. I was captivated by you the moment I saw you, and I've been looking forward to spending a wonderful evening with you."

Chen Mo lit a cigarette, his tone languid.

"Should I send someone to pick you up?"

"No! Mr. Chen, I just want to stay at home. Come to my private villa, and I'll send you the address."

Victoria smiled confidently and said, following the plan.

"Just have the driver bring you here alone; I don't want too many people to know about this."

Chen Mo readily agreed and hung up the phone.

"No problem, wash up and wait for me."