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

Shen Ze and his two companions swaggered into the mansion. Servants carried all the wine and secret medicine to the main hall, piling them all over the floor.

Han San flicked his folding fan and pointed to the door.

"Get out of here, all of you. Don't come in without my permission."

The servant quickly bowed his head and withdrew, closing the door behind him.

Han San picked up a bottle of secret medicine, weighed it in his hand, and grinned, revealing his teeth.

"That bastard Zhang Deshuai was kneeling down, shoving the goods into our hands, as if he was afraid we wouldn't take them. He's such a coward."

Shen Ze kicked the wooden box beside his feet.

"Let's divide it up quickly, I can't wait to try out the power of this secret medicine."

He Er also picked up a bottle of secret medicine and spoke.

"How about this, Han San takes 30%, and Shen Ge and I each take 35%."

Han San immediately became anxious, slammed his folding fan shut, and banged it on the box.

"Why should I get 30%?"

Shen Ze pointed at him and laughed and scolded.

"Why don't you make the arrangements tonight? If you're satisfied with the arrangements, I'll give you an extra 50%."

"OK!"

Han San immediately smiled, took out three curled-edge portraits of beauties from his pocket, and slapped them onto the lid of the box.

"See those? I specifically picked out three beauties, each one stunningly gorgeous. Tonight, let's have a competition to see who's the fiercest!"

Shen Ze laughed heartily, then turned to He Er and raised his chin.

"I bet He Er won't be able to hold on. You're usually quiet and reserved, but you're the most sly one."

He Er didn't look up; he was checking the seals of the wine bottles one by one. Upon hearing this, he slowly put a bottle of medicine into his pocket and glanced at the two of them.

"Let's have a competition tonight to see who lasts the longest. The two losers have to give half a percent to the winner. How about it?"

Shen Ze and Han San exchanged a glance and then burst into laughter and curses.

"You're the one with the most clever ideas, I agree!"

"Alright! It's settled then. We'll each rely on our own abilities."

The three of them discussed it and immediately began dividing the spoils.

In the backyard of the grocery store, Fatty Wang and Liu Jingting had already left, leaving only Wang Fucheng and Manager Zhao.

On the stone table were two stacks of silver notes and two human skin masks.

Chen Mo sat on the stone bench and pushed the silver notes and a mask in front of Manager Zhao.

"Go to Zuixianlou and place an order. The targets are Shen Ze, Han San, and He Er. This time, we don't want their lives, just their manhood."

Manager Zhao reached out and took the silver bag and mask. He bowed and acknowledged the gesture before turning and walking into the back alley.

Chen Mo then looked at Wang Fucheng and pushed the other mask over.

"Disguise yourself as an ordinary person whose cultivation technique was stolen by Shen Ze and his two companions, and go find those people who were angry but dared not speak out at the shop entrance today. Tell them that Shen Ze stole your cultivation technique, and you stole their goods. There were so many secret medicines and wines, and you only managed to get a few bottles, which is enough for you to live a life of luxury for the rest of your days."

Wang Fucheng picked up the mask.

"Young master, this batch of goods is fake. If they manage to steal it, they'll find out it's counterfeit..."

Chen Mo tapped his fingertip lightly on the stone table.

"They won't be able to get it."

He stood up, turned around, and walked towards the door.

Wang Fucheng immediately realized that Shen Ze and the other two must have been on guard against such valuable goods, but he still frowned and pressed for more information.

"So what is our purpose?"

Chen Mo didn't stop walking. He walked to the door and said two words.

"Momentum".

The courtyard gate creaked shut.

Wang Fucheng stood still, his fingers gripping the mask tightening suddenly, a chill running down his back.

He got it.

It's not about robbing the goods, it's about making a big scene.

The bigger the commotion, the more panicked Shen Ze and his two companions became.

The more panicked you are, the less time you have to inspect the goods.

When they painstakingly transport the counterfeit goods back to the county town as if they were treasures, only to discover they are fake, that will truly be the moment of devastation.

Without further hesitation, Wang Fucheng raised his hand and put the human skin mask on his face.

It was completely dark.

Shen Ze and his two companions walked out of the mansion's main gate, chatting and laughing. The streets were deserted, with only the distant sound of the night watchman's clapper striking the ground.

Han San walked at the front, waving a folding fan.

"I'll keep you safe tonight..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Suddenly, the first torch lit up at the entrance of the alley.

Immediately afterwards, a second, a third... a dense array of torches surged out of the alley, like a fiery dragon, instantly illuminating half the street.

"Hand over the secret medicine!"

"Give us back our cultivation technique!"

"Shen Ze, get out here!"

The shouts went from a few scattered words to a deafening roar that seemed to pierce the ears on the wind.

Shen Ze's face instantly darkened.

"These lowly people are utterly courting death!"

He turned and shouted at He Er in a low voice.

"We'll escort the goods back to the county seat tonight to avoid any unforeseen circumstances."

Han San hadn't reacted yet, his folding fan still raised in mid-air, looking completely bewildered.

"So, what are the plans for tonight...?"

"call out!"

A faint, almost inaudible whooshing sound rushed straight in from the darkness.

Han San instinctively held the folding fan in front of him to block the view.

"Snap!"

The crisp sound of the fan ribs shattering and the heart-wrenching screams exploded at the same time.

The hidden weapon pierced through the folding fan and stabbed him hard in the groin.

Han San collapsed to the ground with a thud, the broken fan in his hand falling to the side, blood streaming down his trouser leg, instantly soaking a large area of ​​the ground.

He looked down at the blood seeping from his crotch, his body convulsing in pain as he screamed.

"My medicine... I haven't taken my medicine yet..."

The next second, as if he had suddenly come to his senses, he lunged forward like a madman and grabbed Shen Ze's sleeve, his nails digging deep into his flesh, his face contorted in pain.

"Help me! I'm not married yet! My dad has arranged three marriages for me! I can't let my family line die out!"

Shen Ze was pulled so hard that he stumbled, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.

"There's an assassin!"

He Er suddenly leaned back, and another hidden weapon flew past his ear and "thudded" into the door panel behind him.

Upon hearing the commotion, six guards rushed out of the mansion, shields raised and long swords drawn, instantly protecting the three men in the middle.

Several more hidden weapons flew out from the darkness, striking the shield with a clanging sound.

Two guards roared and rushed toward the direction from which the hidden weapon came, the crisp sound of clashing weapons echoing through the alley.

A man in black flipped down from the roof, exchanged three blows with two guards, feinted a slash, and then turned and ran towards the torch-bearing crowd, throwing two pebbles that hit two people in the crowd.

"Ah! Shen Ze's men have made their move!"

A scream erupted from the crowd, instantly causing an uproar.

"Charge in! Take our stuff back!"

Torches surged toward the mansion gate like a tidal wave, and the shouts were even louder than before.

The two guards tried to give chase, but He Er shouted to stop them.

"Don't chase after me! Come back and protect me!"

The man in black disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

On the ground, Han San was still rolling around and howling in pain, with blood already flowing all over the ground.

He Er glanced down at him, then looked at Shen Ze, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"Looks like one person is already out tonight."

Shen Ze had no interest in arguing with him.

He watched the torches surging closer and closer, then glanced at Han San, who was covered in blood. A fire burned in his chest, and he gritted his teeth.

He Er spoke coldly.

"We must transport the goods back to the county seat now. The secret medicine and wine are too valuable; we cannot afford any accidents. If we delay any longer, and these lowly people break in, something unexpected might happen."

Shen Ze puffed out his cheeks, stared at the figure moving at the alley entrance, and squeezed out a word through gritted teeth.

"Let's go! Back to the county seat!"

In the darkness, Chen Mo, disguised as an ordinary person, was observing Shen Ze and his two companions' every move through night-vision binoculars.