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

Chen Mo slowly put his phone away and tucked it into his pocket.

He reached into the cigarette case, pulled out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a click.

The flame reflected on his calm, expressionless face. He lowered his head, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled the smoke from his mouth and nose.

After doing all this, he walked over and sat down on the chair next to him.

He casually crossed his legs, his posture relaxed and carefree, not at all like someone surrounded by soldiers and under threat, but rather like someone relaxing in his own living room.

The vast main hall of the Ye family was deathly silent.

All eyes were on him.

Uncle Ye stood in the center of the main hall, his face ashen, his chest heaving violently, and his eyes filled with barely suppressed rage.

He took two steps forward, pointed at Chen Mo, and said in a cold, hard voice.

"You brat! You really think the Ye family is a place you can just come and go as you please? Did you just let what I said go in one ear and out the other?"

"Let me tell you clearly, if I make one phone call, even if your parents and your sister have already entered the airport and passed through security, they will absolutely not be able to board the plane!"

Faced with the blatant threat of power, Chen Mo didn't even lift his eyelids, lightly flicking a piece of cigarette ash from his fingertip.

"They are all law-abiding citizens, with all their passports and visas in order, and there are absolutely no problems with their procedures."

His tone was flat.

"General Ye, by abusing your official power to restrict ordinary citizens' normal entry and exit from the country, isn't that an abuse of power?"

Uncle Ye laughed in anger. He walked up to Chen Mo and looked down at Chen Mo, who was crossing his legs.

"Abuse of public power? Young man, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want."

"Isn't this an abuse of public power?"

"I now suspect that you are secretly colluding with foreign forces to sell important national intelligence and make huge profits from it! Your family and friends are accomplices and need to assist in the investigation."

"And one more thing: you maliciously slandered state public officials!"

Uncle Ye's lips curled up.

"Tell me, is it you who decides this, or me?"

Chen Mo had a cigarette dangling from his mouth and clapped his hands loudly.

"Brilliant, General Ye!"

Uncle Ye laughed dismissively.

"You accuse me of abusing my power, but where's the evidence? Even if you produce some so-called evidence, do you think it will get out? And even if it does, who will believe the words of an unknown nobody like you?"

He stood with his hands behind his back, his posture upright.

"Young man, you're still too naive."

"In this world, being right never wins."

"Your background is unclear. At such a young age, you possess billions in assets, with no connections, no qualifications, and are shrouded in suspicion. If a thorough investigation were to take place, between you and me, who do you think would be more vulnerable?"

These words, every single one, are an expression of the crushing power of authority.

This was a blatant declaration to Chen Mo that the rules, the law, and the power of discourse were all currently in the hands of the Ye family.

Chen Mo simply held the cigarette between two fingers, took a puff, and spoke calmly.

"Hmm, what you said makes a lot of sense! But I'm not within the scope of these rules and laws you mentioned."

Fine bits of cigarette ash fell onto the dark coffee table. He raised his hand and gently wiped them away, his movements calm and composed, without the slightest hint of panic.

Throughout the entire process, he showed no fear whatsoever of being threatened.

Seeing his unyielding attitude, Uncle Ye's anger intensified. He suddenly turned to the guards lined up at the door with guns and shouted an order.

"You're so stubborn! Wait till I take him down and see if you're still so stubborn! Move! Take him down and detain him first!"

A dozen guards strode forward in unison, their leather shoes clicking on the ground, their movements precise and uniform, carrying a menacing aura as they charged into the house.

At that very moment, a slender figure suddenly rushed out from the crowd.

It is Ye Yunshu.

She rushed straight to the entrance of the main hall, spread her arms, and stood firmly in the middle of the entrance.

Her back slammed heavily against the solid wood door frame, producing a dull thud. The pain made her body tremble slightly, but she didn't take a single step back.

She didn't cry out or argue; she just stared intently at the approaching guards with her bloodshot eyes, shaking her head vigorously.

The utter helplessness and panic were all contained in this silent action.

"Yun Shu! Get out of the way!"

Uncle Ye shouted sternly, his face full of impatience.

Ye Yunshu continued to shake her head, her shoulders trembling slightly, guarding the doorway tightly, not giving anyone even the slightest opening.

She can't let it.

She knew Chen Mo's bottom line and strength better than anyone else present.

She had witnessed Chen Mo remotely cripple Jiang Yi's legs and break the wrists of two bodyguards; his methods were ruthless and left no room for compromise.

She also remembered Chen Mo's warning in Hangzhou: if his secrets were to be leaked, he would not hesitate to be ruthless.

If Second Uncle insists on taking action and uses firearms to surround Chen Mo, he will have completely touched Chen Mo's sore spot.

At that time, Chen Mo will definitely retaliate.

But this is the Ye family's old residence, filled with Ye family relatives, including the bedridden old man.

If a fight really breaks out, no one can bear the consequences. The situation will completely spiral out of control, and everyone in the house could be in danger. The old man, in particular, cannot afford any trouble.

But she couldn't just stand by and watch the guards point their guns at Chen Mo.

She had seen that scene once, and she never wanted to see it again.

Chen Mo's pride and bottom line would never allow him to be coerced by a group of people with guns.

Both advancing and retreating are dead ends.

She was caught in the middle, facing dire situations on both sides, filled with anxiety and fear.

All the grievances, panic, and despair, I could only bear alone.

"Ye Yunshu! What are you doing?!"

Uncle Ye's voice suddenly rose, filled with anger.

"What kind of spell has this kid cast on you that makes you so protective of a stranger?"

Unable to hold back her pent-up emotions any longer, hot tears instantly rolled down Ye Yunshu's cheeks and landed on her clothes.

Her lips trembled violently, her throat tightened, and she managed to squeeze out weak, helpless, intermittent pleas.

"Second Uncle...no...really no...I'm begging you, please let the guards leave!"

She shook her head desperately, but her body remained firmly stationary at the doorway, unmoving.

Seeing this, the mother rushed forward to try and pull her daughter back.

But as soon as his fingertips touched Ye Yunshu's arm, she suddenly flung him away.

Ye Yunshu turned to look at her mother, her eyes filled with an unprecedented despair and helplessness.

That is the pain of knowing full well the crisis, yet being unable to speak out and powerless to reverse it.

Ye Yunshu's mother was stunned on the spot. Looking at her daughter's red eyes and trembling body, her heart tightened suddenly. She was full of doubts but could not say anything.

The stalemate in the main hall reached its peak at this moment.

Just as the atmosphere was about to explode with tension, a calm and steady voice suddenly rang out.

"Second son."

The only two words were "simple," spoken at a moderate pace and in a calm manner.

Uncle Ye, who could hear the sound, immediately shut up.

All the guards who were about to step forward at the gate froze in their tracks.

All eyes in the room instantly turned to the speaker, Ye Yunshu's uncle, the person in charge of the Ye family.

Uncle Ye remained seated throughout, his expression calm. He neither looked at the furious Uncle Ye nor at Ye Yunshu, who was desperately blocking his way at the door.

His gaze remained fixed on Chen Mo, who was sitting quietly smoking, the entire time.

He quietly observed the excessively young and unusually behaving teenager.

Surrounded by a large force and pressured by authorities throughout the entire process, the other party still sat with his legs crossed, relaxed, breathing steadily, and his eyes calm and composed, showing no sign of panic or wavering from beginning to end.

Even though a small amount of ash had accumulated on the cigarette butt, it did not affect his composure at all.

Uncle Ye stared at him for several seconds before gently placing the teacup on the coffee table, making a soft clatter.

"Xiao Chen, the responsibility for today's stalemate ultimately lies with the Ye family."

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