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

Chen Mo closed the shop and walked towards Wang Fucheng's residence, where there were still three people he needed to deal with.

Arriving outside the courtyard, I pushed open the door.

Wang Fucheng stood guard behind the door, his back ramrod straight.

Liu Biao huddled in the other corner, his head almost touching the ground.

At the base of the innermost wall, Zhou Hai lay slumped, a section of his sternum collapsed, and even his breathing was laced with blood and foam.

Hearing the door open, he looked up abruptly, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

He waited half the night, thinking that the Dharma protector had brought people to rescue him.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that Chen Mo was the only person present, his clothes neatly arranged, without a trace of any struggle. The light then vanished instantly, leaving only deathly silence.

Chen Mo didn't rush over; he first glanced at Wang Fucheng and Liu Biao.

The two of them instinctively shrank their necks and even softened their breathing.

Sure enough, Wang Fucheng had already begun to suspect Chen Mo's true identity.

Chen Mo wasn't in a hurry; he would take them one at a time.

He slowly walked up to Zhou Hai and squatted down.

Holding Zhou Hai's Crimson Fire Sect token in his hand, he weighed it in his hand as if it were a useless piece of scrap iron.

"Waiting for someone to come and rescue you? Too bad, you've been abandoned."

Zhou Hai made a hoarse sound in his throat, staring intently at him.

Chen Mo slapped the token directly in his face.

"Tsk tsk, he's quite smart, just too smart."

"I was originally planning to spare your life, but I didn't expect you to try to outsmart me and scheme against me."

"But guess what she said to me when I met her. Her first question was, 'Who is Zhou Hai?'"

Chen Mo spoke in a flat tone, as if he were talking about today's weather.

"She thought for a long time before she remembered that you were such a nobody. She said that you were blind to offend me, and you deserved to die, so I could do whatever I wanted with you."

He paused, then added a sentence, his voice soft but deeply hurtful.

She also said that the church has no shortage of people willing to risk their lives, and that one more or one less person would not make a difference.

Chen Mo hadn't intended to let him off the hook anyway, and he said those things on purpose, but he was just angry and wanted to finish the old man off.

The color drained from Zhou Hai's face instantly, and even his lips turned white.

It’s over.

His lips trembled as he managed to squeeze out a few words.

"I...I have rendered meritorious service to the church..."

"Many people have made contributions."

Chen Mo pursed his lips.

Who do you think you are?

Zhou Hai's eyes widened suddenly, as if he were about to explain.

Chen Mo waved his hand, looking completely uninterested.

"I don't have time to listen to your pledge of loyalty. Do you have any last words?"

"Forget it, I don't want to hear it."

He slapped him on the chest.

The candlelight flickered.

Zhou Hai's head lolled to the side, and he fell completely silent.

The living room was deathly quiet.

Chen Mo withdrew his hand and wiped it on Zhou Hai's clothes, as if it had gotten dirty.

He turned to look at Liu Biao.

Liu Biao's forehead was covered in cold sweat!

Chen Mo spoke calmly.

"stand up."

Liu Biao stood up, his legs still trembling.

He couldn't help but glance at Zhou Hai's corpse.

This person was once his best master, who carefully guided him to grow. However, after Zhao Zheng arrived, he gave Zhao Zheng the best pills and the best techniques, and the future of the martial arts school was entirely tied to Zhao Zheng.

Now this man lies on the ground, his fear mixed with a hint of pleasure he himself is unaware of.

Chen Mo scoffed.

"Logically speaking, since you're Zhou Hai's man, I should get rid of you as well."

Liu Biao's face turned pale instantly. He stood up but knelt down again, slamming his forehead hard against the ground.

"My lord! I am willing to submit! I am willing to do anything!"

"Alright."

Chen Mo interrupted him.

"Zhenwei Martial Arts School can't be left unattended. Starting tomorrow, you will be the head of the school."

Liu Biao's kowtowing motion suddenly froze. He slowly raised his head, his eyes wide like copper bells, thinking he had misheard.

"...Young Master? Me?"

"Otherwise what?"

Chen Mo glanced at him sideways.

"You're more sensible and ambitious than Zhou Hai. Most importantly, you're still useful to me."

Liu Biao realized what was happening and kowtowed three times, leaving red marks on his forehead.

"Thank you for sparing my life, young master! I, Liu Biao, will serve you like a slave for the rest of my life! I would never dare to have any disloyalty!"

Chen Mo took out a porcelain bottle, held it in his hand, and shook it.

"Your strength is too low. The pills here can help you break through your bottleneck."

He looked at Liu Biao, his tone flat.

"But let me make this clear: this elixir is your life-saving money. If you accept it and then dare to betray me, you know what will happen."

Liu Biao kowtowed again, this time heavily.

"Rest assured, young master, I know what I'm doing! I would never dare to let you down!"

"Tomorrow, pack up all the martial arts manuals from the school and send them to the 'Dream Shop of a Macho Man'."

Chen Mo gave instructions.

"Yes! I understand! I promise I'll keep every single one!"

Liu Biao kowtowed again, got up, and quietly withdrew.

The moment he closed the door, he leaned against the courtyard wall, let out a long sigh, and his palms were sweaty.

He looked down at the porcelain vase in his hand, then pinched his thigh hard.

pain.

Really.

Unexpectedly, this trip has turned me into the owner of the museum.

He took a deep breath, straightened his back, and walked steadily into the night.

The door closed again.

Only Chen Mo and Wang Fucheng remained in the living room.

Chen Mo walked to the head seat, poured himself a cup of tea, and slowly took a sip.

The candle flame crackled and popped.

He didn't speak, he just sat and drank tea.

Wang Fucheng stood to the side, his palms sweating so much that his sleeves were soaked through, his heart pounding with anxiety.

He knew Chen Mo had something to say, but he didn't dare to breathe loudly until the other party spoke.

After finishing his tea, Chen Mo put down the cup.

"Don't hold it in."

He looked up at Wang Fucheng, his tone calm, yet it felt like a knife piercing his heart.

"Ask whatever you want."

Wang Fucheng's body stiffened abruptly, and he managed a forced smile.

"Young master... I don't understand what you mean."

Chen Mo smiled.

"It's alright, you're still useful to me, so feel free to ask."

Wang Fucheng's smile completely vanished; Chen Mo's meaning was quite simple.

He's still useful, so we won't kill him. Feel free to ask.

After a long silence, he finally spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Young master, you are wise. The Crimson Fire Sect is the number one traitor in the Great Abyss... It's impossible for a member of the royal family not to know this."

He looked up, his eyes swirling with complex emotions—unease and doubt.

"May I be so bold as to ask... what is your true identity, young master...?"

Chen Mo looked at him, but didn't rush to answer.

He asked a question in return.

"What kind of role do you think I should have? What have I gained from being with you until now?"

Wang Fucheng was taken aback and began to ponder Chen Mo's words.

Since Chen Mo appeared, his official position and strength have been promoted, which are tangible benefits.

He doesn't have to pay much of a price to gain benefits he never imagined before.

Chen Mo drank the tea in one gulp and turned the empty teacup upside down on the table.

"despair."

A crisp sound rang out clearly in the quiet living room.

The tea was finished, and the conversation ended.

"You've finished your tea, can I have another cup?"

Chen Mo stood up and patted the hem of his clothes.

"If you choose the wrong path, there's no turning back."

He walked towards the door without stopping, leaving only one sentence behind.

"You're a smart person, you should know how to choose."

The door opened, and the night wind rushed in.

Chen Mo's figure disappeared into the night.

Wang Fucheng stood still, staring at the overturned teacup on the table, motionless.

The candlelight flickered, casting a long shadow over his face, half in light and half in shadow.

Chen Mo's words kept replaying in my mind.

After a long while, he straightened his clothes, clasped his hands in a fist and bowed deeply in the direction Chen Mo had left.