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

Black Deer's words struck the hearts of everyone in the courtyard like a heavy iron weight.

"The Ye family of the capital."

The courtyard fell silent the moment those four words were spoken.

The director of the crew was the first to react; he froze, his mind going completely blank.

Having been in the entertainment industry for so many years, he knows all too well the weight of those four words.

For someone to be personally called by the provincial TV station director to berate someone, and who is also from Beijing and has the surname Ye, there is only one person he can think of!

He's the one who frequently appears on the evening news and sits in the same row as the top leader during meetings.

A chill ran from his feet to the top of his head, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.

He couldn't stand up straight and could only reach out and grab the producer's shoulder next to him. His knuckles turned white from the force, cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and his face was completely drained of color.

The producer standing to the side was deathly pale, and he didn't even feel the pain in his shoulder from being gripped.

The cold sweat that had just been wiped from his forehead was now pouring out again.

Having just received a call from the station director, he knew only that he had offended a powerful figure he couldn't afford to offend, and he was filled with fear, but he still couldn't figure out the other party's background.

Only now did he fully realize that he had not offended any ordinary wealthy businessmen or powerful figures, but rather the top families in Beijing, whom they, as low-level workers, could never even reach in their entire lives.

Several older hosts and actors not far away also changed their expressions.

Having worked in the industry for decades, they have met many powerful figures and are far more sensitive to the power dynamics at the top than others.

The group exchanged glances and, with perfect understanding, all took a step back.

They kept a very low profile, their eyes filled with awe, and they didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

Beside Chen Mo, Dilina and Hei Lu stood closely together, their palms covered in cold sweat.

Dilina turned her head to the side, whispered in the black deer's ear, in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"Luckily, we've always stood by Brother Mo's side. If we had been even slightly off-center, things would have been much more difficult from now on."

Black Deer stared at Ye Yunshu's tall and aloof back, his voice dry and strained.

"Even a top-tier second-generation rich kid like Shen Yi is willing to run errands for Brother Mo, and Miss Ye is always by his side. Tell me... just what level does Brother Mo hold in Beijing's elite circles?"

"have no idea."

Dilina shook her head gently.

"They are definitely at least three levels above all the big shots we've encountered before."

The two exchanged another glance.

"Then we..."

The words were not finished, but the meaning was clear: she had to cling tightly to Chen Mo's coattails.

"Don't tell anyone else!"

The two spoke at the same time, and then smiled knowingly.

Everyone in the audience was filled with fear and awe, except for the three popular young male celebrities, who remained clueless and unaware of the situation.

Zhang Hao, the most popular guy with light brown hair, glanced at the panicked faces of the crowd with a puzzled look, frowned and asked his companion in a low voice.

"The Ye family? What Ye family? Have you heard of them? Are they that powerful? They're just a woman with the surname Ye!"

The two people next to them were also confused and gave perfunctory answers.

"Who knows? Probably a relative of some wealthy boss. There are plenty of CEOs with the surname Ye in the entertainment industry. Look how scared these people are. They're making a mountain out of a molehill."

Unaware that they were standing on the edge of an abyss, the group found themselves in a precipice.

Seeing the director trembling and the entire audience silent, Zhang Hao not only didn't restrain himself, but became even more arrogant and domineering.

In his eyes, all of this was just posturing.

With 20 million fans, he's a top influencer in the industry, receiving countless variety show appearances and endorsements, so he has no need to fear anyone.

He took a big step forward and walked straight up to Chen Mo, looking impatient and arrogant. He reached out to shove Chen Mo's shoulder.

"I'm talking to you! What are you doing standing here pretending to be all high and mighty..."

Before the words were finished, a slender figure rushed out.

Lu Xingyao stood in front of Chen Mo like a little animal protecting its food.

"Don't touch him!"

Zhang Hao was stunned for a moment when he was suddenly stopped, then a frivolous sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth.

His eyes roamed over Lu Xingyao without restraint, and he raised his hand to push her away.

"You're a pretty girl, mind your own business and get out of my way!"

Chen Mo couldn't stand it anymore; these people were too noisy, constantly shouting, and he was already fed up.

He stood up, holding the half-orange in his left hand, and swung his leg horizontally, smashing it right in the center of Zhang Hao's chest.

boom!

The enormous impact was like being hit head-on by a car traveling at full speed. Zhang Hao was thrown more than three meters off the ground and crashed heavily onto the hard bluestone pavement.

The moment he landed, he felt an unbearable pain in his chest, a sweet taste in his throat, and a mouthful of blood mixed with the lunch he had just eaten gushed out.

He was convulsing on the ground, too weak to even struggle to get up.

Wang Zixuan, who was holding a phone and trying to record a video to mock her, hadn't lost his arrogance when fear suddenly crept into his eyes.

Before he could react, Chen Mo's second side kick landed on his waist!

Click!

A clear cracking sound rang out.

Wang Zixuan flew backward sideways, crashing into a bamboo broom in the corner of the wall. He curled up on the ground, with two ribs broken.

Excruciating pain swept over his entire body, and he lay on the ground writhing in agony, his heart-wrenching screams instantly echoing throughout the courtyard.

The phone in my hand flew out and hit the ground, the screen shattering into pieces.

The last popular young actor stood at the back and joined in the commotion and insults; he was completely terrified.

He thought that by not stepping forward, he could stay out of it.

But if you do something wrong, there's no room for luck.

Chen Mo kicked out with his third leg, striking him in the abdomen.

He instantly flew through the air like a shrimp that had been kicked away, his body curled up into a ball, and he crashed heavily onto Zhang Hao, the two of them ending up in a heap.

He was the least injured, but fear completely broke down his mental defenses. A warm liquid instantly soaked his pants, and a strong smell of urine spread in the air.

Three seconds!

Just three seconds!

One leg at a time, clean and efficient!

Chen Mo withdrew his leg, his brows furrowing even deeper.

It's still too noisy!

Lu Xingyao, who witnessed everything, was not afraid at all. Instead, she ran to Chen Mo's side, gently broke off a segment of orange, and put it to Chen Mo's lips.

"Brother Mo, try this, it's sweeter than the last one."

Chen Mo opened his mouth, ate, chewed slowly, and nodded slightly.

"It is indeed sweet."

The two didn't even spare a glance for the three wailing, disheveled people on the ground, as if they were just three annoying ants.

The courtyard remained deathly silent; everyone held their breath, their hearts pounding, and no one dared to look up.

Zhang Hao, lying on the ground, caught his breath, clutching his chest which was throbbing with excruciating pain. He grabbed his phone while coughing up blood, his eyes filled with ferocity.

"You dare hit me! I'm calling the police! I have 20 million followers on Weibo! I have connections everywhere! I'll make sure you go to jail!"

On the other side, Wang Zixuan, whose ribs were broken, completely lost his arrogance. His face was covered in tears and snot, and he was trembling all over in pain.

"I was wrong... Big brother, I was really wrong... Please stop hitting me, please stop..."

The last young man buried his head in the ground, trembling like a leaf, and didn't even have the courage to look up and face the crowd.

P.S.: Yesterday's market recap was a complete waste of time; the market dropped so much this morning it gave me goosebumps!

I'm so ripped off!