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

Manager Zhao hurried forward, frantically bringing Chen Mo a stool and pouring him tea.

He was flustered and his eyes darted around; he didn't dare to look Chen Mo in the eye from beginning to end.

Chen Mo sat down, his gaze sweeping across the store.

The counter was covered with a thick layer of dust, and the shelves for medicinal herbs on both sides were mostly empty.

Manager Zhao stood to the side, holding a cup of hot tea, his hands gripping the tea tray. His lips moved repeatedly, but he couldn't utter a single word for a long time, his heart full of grievances stuck in his throat.

"explain."

Chen Mo uttered a single word, his voice flat.

Manager Zhao stiffened, turned his head to the side and brushed aside the hair at his temples, revealing his dark circles under his eyes.

"Young master, the night before last, I had just closed up shop and locked up when several masked men rushed out of the alley and started attacking me. They ran away immediately after the attack, without taking a single penny. They were just deliberately looking for trouble."

"Who did this?"

"Manager Sun of Jishetang!"

Manager Zhao's voice trembled.

"He's jealous of my business and harasses me every few days. The day before yesterday, he even threw feces at my shop entrance, so none of my customers dare to come in!"

He pointed to the messy counter.

"These people even stormed into the shop, smashed the counter, and trampled on the medicinal herbs! I went to the county government to report it, but the officers said they had no evidence and couldn't do anything about it! If this continues, my shop will be completely ruined!"

In the end, Manager Zhao's legs went weak and he knelt down.

A hand gripped his arm.

The force wasn't strong, but it held him down, preventing him from kneeling.

Chen Mo looked at him, not wanting to disappoint the shopkeeper, and made his stance clear.

"No need to kneel."

"You are mine; to harm you is to harm me."

That short sentence instantly calmed Manager Zhao's tense nerves, which had been on edge for days.

His eyes instantly turned red, and he raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes. He nodded repeatedly, and his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally calmed down a little.

The store quieted down.

Chen Mo casually placed the teacup on the table, making a soft sound.

"Where can I find an assassin in Lin'an City?"

These words were like a bucket of ice water poured over Manager Zhao's head.

His hand, which was wiping away tears, suddenly stopped. His whole body stiffened, and he looked up at Chen Mo, his pupils shrinking.

"Young master? Why...why do you ask this?"

"You just need to answer me."

Chen Mo's gaze remained unchanged, and his tone remained calm.

Manager Zhao's Adam's apple bobbed violently. He hurriedly glanced around to make sure the shop was empty before lowering his voice to speak.

"The Drunken Immortal Pavilion in the south of the city. It's closed during the day, only open at night. Ostensibly a restaurant, it secretly deals in assassins and brokers."

He paused for a long time, his fingers clenching and then relaxing.

"Young master... to be honest, I did have some thoughts about it before."

Chen Mo looked at him quietly, without interrupting or urging him.

"I was bullied to the point of desperation by Manager Sun, and the government did nothing. I couldn't sleep at night."

Manager Zhao's voice was hoarse.

"I really thought about hiring some thugs to smash up his shop and corner him in an alley to beat him up and vent my anger!"

His hands were trembling slightly.

"But I have no backing in Lin'an City. I was afraid of being discovered later, so I didn't dare to make any moves, let alone cause any deaths. Otherwise, my whole family would be implicated. In the end, I could only endure it."

After hearing these words, Chen Mo showed no emotional fluctuation on his face.

He spoke calmly.

"You're too soft-hearted."

Manager Zhao shuddered and suddenly looked up.

"If evil people are not eliminated, there will be endless troubles in the future."

Chen Mo took a sip of tea.

"If someone deserves to die, they must die."

At that moment, Manager Zhao felt a chill run down his spine.

He had almost forgotten that the person in front of him was a notorious demon who would exterminate entire clans at the drop of a hat, not just someone spouting threats.

This young master truly regards the lives of his enemies as worthless, and can truly decide life and death without batting an eye.

Chen Mo looked at Manager Zhao, whose face had turned pale, and continued to speak.

"Perfect, I don't have to make an extra trip."

"Go contact the assassin and take out everyone who's been suppressing you, plus my target."

"Take them all at once?!"

Manager Zhao's eyes widened instantly, his lips trembled violently, and he shook his head repeatedly.

"Young master! You mustn't! Manager Sun is wicked and bullies me in every way. He is indeed vicious! But he's just a petty scoundrel who does evil. At most, he should be fined and punished. He doesn't deserve to die!"

After he finished speaking, the store fell into a deathly silence.

Chen Mo stopped speaking.

He just stared at Manager Zhao quietly.

There was no anger, no rebuke, only a deathly silence in their eyes.

But that gaze fixed on Manager Zhao was more suffocating than any angry scolding or intimidation.

Manager Zhao dared not meet his gaze, hurriedly lowered his head, burying it so low that his knuckles turned white, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

If he dares to refuse or go against Chen Mo's wishes today, he will lose his only support in the future.

At that time, Manager Sun will become even more ruthless, and he and his family will surely die.

Struggle, fear, luck, and despair tugged at his heartstrings.

After a long silence, Manager Zhao's shoulders slumped completely.

"What you say is true, sir... It was just my womanly compassion."

"Keeping such wicked people alive is a disaster. If we spare him today, he'll harm others again tomorrow. Killing one means one less menace!"

Seeing that he had completely given in, Chen Mo remained calm.

He took out a human skin mask as thin as a cicada's wing from his pocket and gently placed it on the counter.

"The other person is at Zhenwei Martial Arts School in the west of the city; he is a remnant of the Zhao family from Qingshi Town."

"The youngest son personally taught by the master, thirteen years old, at the early stage of the Inner Strength Realm."

Manager Zhao's pupils suddenly contracted.

He understood instantly.

Chen Mo is determined to eradicate the last trace of the Zhao family's bloodline!

"Find assassins at the Qi Control Realm or above."

Chen Mo spoke at a steady pace.

"No survivors are allowed; name your price."

"Yes, yes!"

Manager Zhao nodded hastily.

"Go to Zuixianlou at night and wear this mask."

Chen Mo tapped the mask with his fingertip.

"Don't reveal your identity. You should know what to do."

With trembling hands, Manager Zhao carefully lifted the human skin mask.

The mask felt weightless, yet its touch was icy cold.

He swallowed hard, dry saliva.

"Young master...that Manager Sun..."

"Let's handle it together."

Chen Mo spoke casually, yet he had definitively decided to take a life.

"Keeping it will only bring endless troubles in the future."

Manager Zhao shuddered, and his last shred of moral bottom line shattered completely.

He gritted his teeth and bowed his head in response.

"I...I understand."

Chen Mo slowly stood up, took out two bottles of pills and a thick stack of silver notes, and placed them on the counter.

"Keep the elixir for your son, and keep the silver notes for expenses. There will be a generous reward if the matter is settled."

Manager Zhao took a deep breath, his hands trembling, and carefully tucked the human skin mask into his chest, then bowed and clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"Rest assured, young master, I will do my utmost to handle this matter properly!"

Chen Mo glanced at him indifferently.

"Drunken Immortal Pavilion only opens at night. Take care of your injuries first, rest for a while, and we'll go later tonight."

"Yes! I will obey your orders, young master!"

"Also, could you please find out where I can buy high-level pill formulas and medicinal herbs?"

After Chen Mo finished speaking, he turned around, pushed open the door, and left.

P.S.: The more I write, the less motivated I get, and my grades are getting worse.

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