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

Chen Mo dialed the ghost's number.

"Ghost, have the driver come and take me to Victoria Dalson's private villa."

"Understood, Boss. The driver will be here to pick you up shortly. Do you need me to go with you?"

The ghost immediately agreed.

"No need. Ghost, you might need to find another driver."

Chen Mo stood up, suddenly remembering something.

Upon hearing Chen Mo's words, Ghost immediately realized the crux of the problem.

"Boss, I'm so sorry for the trouble. I'll handle it immediately."

"Just do as I say."

"Okay, Boss. I was being presumptuous."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Mo changed his clothes.

As night fell completely, Los Angeles was bathed in neon lights.

At the entrance of the manor, a long black Lincoln slowly pulled up under the porch, and the driver, dressed in a crisp black uniform, stood straight beside the car door.

Upon seeing Chen Mo emerge, the driver immediately stepped forward and respectfully opened the rear door.

Good evening, sir.

"Good evening."

Chen Mo responded calmly and bent down to sit in the back seat.

The car slowly drove out of the estate and merged into the dazzling nightscape of Los Angeles.

The carriage was unusually quiet, with only the deep roar of the engine.

The driver remained silent throughout, focused intently on the steering wheel, seemingly without any abnormality. In reality, his palms were not entirely sweaty, and his mind was filled with thoughts of the twelve million US dollars.

Chen Mo leaned back in the back seat, smoking, while the streetlights outside the car window rushed past one by one, his expression remaining calm and unwavering.

Not long after, the Lincoln came to a smooth stop in front of the brightly lit villa.

It is surrounded by villas, which are far apart and planted with many trees, so it is very private.

The driver turned off the engine, got out of the car, quickly walked around to the back seat, and bent down to open the car door for Chen Mo.

Chen Mo stepped out of the car, his black leather shoes making a soft crunching sound on the gravel road.

Just then, the driver standing behind him suddenly changed his expression, pulled out a pistol from his waistband, and pressed the dark muzzle firmly against the back of Chen Mo's head.

"Excuse me, sir."

The driver's voice was tense, but even more so, it was fueled by greed, his tone blunt and resolute.

"They offered so much money, twelve million US dollars! After this deal, I can live a carefree life for the rest of my days!"

The words had barely left his mouth when gunshots rang out!

boom!

The driver fired a shot into Chen Mo's shoulder.

However, contrary to his expectations, the bullet did not penetrate Chen Mo's body, but stopped on the surface and then fell to the ground.

The driver realized something was wrong; this was beyond his comprehension. He couldn't worry about anything else. If he didn't kill Chen Mo quickly, he would be the one to die.

He aimed directly at Chen Mo's head and fired repeatedly, emptying the magazine!

Bang bang bang bang bang bang...!

All the bullets were blocked by an invisible layer of energy!

The driver looked completely bewildered and turned to run away.

Chen Mo was even faster, instantly reaching out to grab the driver by the neck and lifting him up.

The driver's eyes widened, and he was too breathless to utter a single word.

Inside the villa's living room, Dalson, Richie, and Victoria heard a series of gunshots, and their faces instantly lit up with wild joy, unable to suppress their hatred and triumph any longer.

"It's done! That damned yellow-skinned monkey is finally in our hands! I'm going to torture him to death!"

Dalson roared and charged toward the door first.

"Let's go! Let's see what that bastard looks like!"

Richie, beaming with excitement, grabbed the doorknob and yanked the door open.

But the next second, the smiles on the three people's faces froze instantly, their pupils shrank, and their blood seemed to freeze instantly!

Outside the door, Chen Mo stood unharmed, a cigarette still dangling from his mouth, not even a speck of ash falling.

He was completely unharmed, without a single scratch!

His right hand was gripping the driver's neck tightly, easily lifting the tall driver into the air.

The driver's legs were kicking helplessly in the air, his face was a purplish-red, and he was having difficulty breathing.

Victoria turned pale with fright, staggered backward, and almost fell over when her legs gave way.

Dalson tripped over the doormat and fell heavily to the ground, his face filled with disbelief.

Richie gripped the doorknob, frozen in place, his body stiff, his eyes filled with utter terror.

Chen Mo stepped into the villa, casually crushed the driver to death, and threw him into the corner.

Chen Mo closed the villa door, took the cigarette out of his mouth, flicked off the ash, and calmly looked at the three people slumped on the ground.

"You think you can kill me by bribing the driver with twelve million US dollars? You're too naive. You can't even imagine how powerful I am."

He spoke calmly, exposing all the conspiracies.

Dalson and Richie turned ashen-faced instantly, and were about to struggle and escape when Chen Mo flashed forward, grabbed them both from the ground, pulled out a rope he had prepared beforehand, and quickly tied them firmly to the chairs in the living room, rendering them unable to move.

After doing all this, Chen Mo turned and walked toward Victoria, who was pale and trembling all over.

Under her terrified gaze, he bent down, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and strode towards the bedroom.

"Let me go! You bastard! Put me down!"

Victoria pounded on Chen Mo's back, kicked her legs wildly, and cursed him with the most vicious language.

"You beast! Let me go!"

Her fists struck Chen Mo, but it was like hitting a steel plate; they had no effect whatsoever.

The bedroom door was slammed shut, completely cutting off the view from the living room.

In the living room, Dalson and Richie, who were tied to chairs, watched as Victoria was carried into the bedroom, and the two of them screamed and cursed wildly.

"No, no, no! You beast, let go of Victoria!"

The voice, initially shrill and irritable, gradually became hoarse, until finally only endless despair remained, a futile struggle repeated again and again.

"Please release my Victoria..."

Inside the bedroom, Victoria's insults were initially sharp and piercing, but gradually, they turned into a tearful resistance, and then into a few English words that Chen Mo had learned.

"Oh my god!"

She was a devout Christian and a virgin before marriage, and she hoped to have a passionate marriage with Richie.

And at that moment, the man turned out to be a yellow-skinned person, the kind of person she hated the most.

All her pride, meanness, and sense of superiority were completely stripped away and shattered layer by layer in the face of Chen Mo's absolute strength.

Chen Mo's perfected dual cultivation not only brought about improved effects, but also various skillful techniques!

Victoria's mindset has completely changed.

From initial frenzied insults to passive compliance, and finally to complete succumb and active dependence.

For the first time, she realized that her lineage, identity, and status, which she had previously been proud of, were utterly worthless in front of this man. She was completely conquered, both physically and mentally, and could no longer muster the slightest will to resist.

Four hours later, the bedroom door was slowly opened.

Chen Mo was the first to come out, lit another cigarette and put it in his mouth, his shirt casually tied, looking lazy and relaxed.

Victoria followed behind him, walking with a limp, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She could only move slowly, step by step, by holding onto the wall.

The cold, aloof demeanor of the past was gone from her face; only the docile softness of someone who had been completely conquered remained. Her cheeks flushed, and her gaze toward Chen Mo was full of submission.

She stood barefoot in the middle of the living room, looking at her father, Dalson, who was tied to a chair, and then at her former fiancé, Richie, her voice trembling slightly.

"Father, apologize to Mr. Chen, and then you can stay in prison obediently."

Dalson looked up abruptly, staring at his daughter who looked completely different, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

Victoria then turned to look at Richie without a trace of lingering affection.

"Rich, our engagement is off. I don't need you anymore."

Richie was tied to a chair, his eyes were bloodshot, his teeth were grinding, and his chest was heaving violently, but he was bound and unable to move, unable to say a word, only endless despair and collapse remained.

Chen Mo glanced at the two of them indifferently, flicked the ash from his cigarette, picked up his phone and dialed Ghost's number.

"Come pick me up."

A moment later, the ghost replied.

"Boss, I'm already at the villa's entrance."

Chen Mo lit a cigarette, turned around and walked towards the villa entrance, but paused slightly when he reached the door.

He turned his head to look at Victoria, who was standing in the living room, and gave her a subtle reminder.

"Remember to unfreeze my bank card."

Victoria looked at Chen Mo and nodded obediently.