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

Chen Mo walked briskly out of the courtyard, his waist still a little sore.

The way his wife looked when she woke up this morning was strange; she clung to him and didn't want to move away at all.

Last night was already exhausting enough. If I stay home any longer, I definitely won't be able to go out today. I'll be stuck here all day, and my kidneys will be ruined.

If you can't afford to mess with them, you have to run away.

He quickened his pace and headed straight for West City Street along the alley.

The city of Lin'an was now completely bustling with activity.

All the vendors along the street set up their stalls, farmers carrying vegetable baskets walked and called out as they went, and steam billowed from the breakfast stalls. Pedestrians came and went on the street.

Compared to the small town of Qingshi, Lin'an City is larger and more densely populated.

Chen Mo walked up to a steamed bun stall and casually bought a hot meat bun.

When you bite into it, the dough is thick and hard, the filling is pitifully small, and your mouth is filled with the greasy taste of pork fat.

unpalatable.

It can't compare to the steamed buns from Earth at all.

Without stopping, he headed straight for Zhenwei Martial Arts School.

Half an hour later, on the main street in the west of the city.

A magnificent mansion occupies half the street, with a brand-new vermilion gate and a black plaque with gold lettering hanging high above, bearing three large characters.

Zhenwei Martial Arts School.

Two young disciples stood straight at the entrance, their postures upright.

Chen Mo glanced at it from afar, showing no intention of getting closer, and turned to walk into the restaurant across the street, arriving at a private room on the third floor.

The restaurant was nearly empty in the early morning, especially the third floor.

He chose a window seat facing the martial arts school's main entrance and casually tossed out a few taels of silver.

"A pot of tea, don't come up and bother me unless it's absolutely necessary."

The waiter responded quickly, brewed a pot of hot tea, brought it in, bowed, and left, closing the door behind him.

Chen Mo picked up his teacup, rested his elbow on the windowsill, and looked down at the Zhenwei Martial Arts School across the street.

The interior of the martial arts school is laid out before you.

On the spacious and expansive bluestone training ground, hundreds of disciples stood densely packed together, all dressed in uniform and in perfect unison.

Accompanied by a series of neat and loud shouts, everyone simultaneously threw punches, practiced horse stance, and trained in basic skills.

The momentum was overwhelming, and the scene was extremely spectacular.

Behind the training ground are courtyards that cascade down the ground, and some smaller training areas.

In every courtyard, people were diligently practicing. Some were striking the wooden stakes frantically, while others were exchanging moves in pairs. No one was slacking off throughout the entire process.

Chen Mo's eyes were calm as his gaze quickly swept across the entire martial arts school.

His target was the young master of the Zhao family, who possessed exceptional talent and was also the master's personal disciple.

It was a huge martial arts school with hundreds of disciples and countless rooms in the inner courtyard.

All he knew was that the other person was a young boy; he knew nothing else about his appearance, where he lived, or his daily routine.

Finding the right person among so many people is quite difficult.

Chen Mo tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, his mind racing as he calculated how to achieve his goal.

He is currently at the early stage of the Grandmaster realm, possessing 40,000 jin of pure physical strength in his fists. With the addition of internal energy, it would not be difficult for him to break through directly.

However, Zhenwei Martial Arts School has hundreds of disciples. Once they make a move, even if he can sweep the entire field with his strength, it will inevitably cause a huge commotion.

If that alarms the authorities and attracts the attention of various forces in the city, they will all be silenced.

Trying to eradicate the root of the problem will only lead to more and more weeds; it's impossible to completely eliminate them.

The trouble would be too great, and the losses would outweigh the gains.

He immediately rejected the idea of ​​forcing his way in.

So, a sneak attack?

Chen Mo chuckled and took a sip of hot tea from his teacup.

He is a grandmaster-level expert, whose cultivation far surpasses that of ordinary martial artists; his status speaks for itself.

For a mere brat at the Inner Strength Realm, sneaking over walls and ambushing him is beneath them; such methods are beneath them.

There's no need for that.

With both options rendered useless, a third, and most reliable, option instantly popped into Chen Mo's mind.

Using someone else to do the dirty work; hiring a hitman.

You can solve all your problems by spending money without lifting a finger or leaving any trace.

Lowest risk, highest cost-effectiveness.

He instantly made up his mind about the plan, a decisive glint in his eyes.

Wang Fucheng had mentioned to him before that there were many underground forces in Lin'an City that specialized in taking on all sorts of shady jobs. As long as the price was right, there was no job they wouldn't take.

Although the government has been cracking down on these forces, it has yet to achieve any results.

This method is feasible, and he can easily disguise himself and change his appearance without revealing his true identity throughout the process.

Even if the assassin fails and is caught, and is subjected to severe torture, all he will reveal is a strange, fake face, and no clues can be found about him.

Perfectly avoids all potential problems.

After weighing the pros and cons, Chen Mo finished the last sip of tea in his cup and got up to leave.

This matter is not urgent. The most pressing thing is to find someone to find out the details of the assassin channels in Lin'an City.

Without a doubt, the most suitable candidate is Manager Zhao.

Yesterday, while chatting with Wang Fucheng, Chen Mo asked him about Manager Zhao. Unexpectedly, Wang Fucheng happened to know Manager Zhao's address and told Chen Mo.

It was quite a coincidence that Manager Zhao had only been in Lin'an City for a short time and had opened a small pharmacy in the south of the city to make a living.

But it's tough to make a living in this city. He was suppressed by his local competitors, who made things difficult for him at every turn, and his business was in dire straits.

To make matters worse, just two nights ago, Manager Zhao was beaten up by several masked men, leaving him with a bruised and swollen face.

He had no other choice but to go to the county government office to report the incident to the authorities.

These trivial matters are usually handled by lower-level officials.

Wang Fucheng happened to be passing by that day and heard Manager Zhao say that he came from Qingshi Town, so he thought he would take care of him and went up to find out about the case.

However, after listening to Manager Zhao's description, they couldn't produce any evidence, and in the end, the case had to be dropped.

That's how Wang Fucheng found out Manager Zhao's address.

Back in Qingshi Town, Manager Zhao had helped him with some trivial matters, even covering up traces and disposing of corpses. It was also his idea to come to Lin'an City.

Moreover, Manager Zhao is a shrewd and worldly man; having come to Lin'an City, he must have figured out quite a few underhanded dealings.

This person is still useful to him.

Both morally and logically, he should go.

After leaving the restaurant, Chen Mo turned around and headed straight for the southern part of the city.

The streets in the south of the city are narrow and crowded, with potholes, and the flow of people is chaotic and mixed, a stark contrast to the bustling atmosphere of the west side of the city.

Following the address given by Wang Fucheng, Chen Mo quickly found a secluded alley.

At the end of the alley, there is a simple little pharmacy with a narrow storefront and a signboard that reads "Zhao's Pharmacy".

The entrance was deserted, covered with a thin layer of dust, and not a single customer could be seen entering the store; it was extremely desolate.

Chen Mo pushed the door open and went inside.

The room was dimly lit, and a faint herbal scent filled the air.

Manager Zhao, whose face was still bruised, was listlessly dozing off on the counter when he heard the door being pushed open. He was startled awake and looked up at the person who had come.

The moment he saw Chen Mo's face clearly, he was terrified.

As if electrocuted, he sprang up from behind the counter, rushed out in three steps, bowed and clasped his hands in greeting to Chen Mo, his face contorted with grief.

"Young Master Zhang! You've finally arrived! This old man has been waiting for you for so long."