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

Chen Mo held the three women in his arms, his thoughts already drifting back to Earth.

He has now been in Tianxuan Continent for a full month, and there is no definite news about the Crimson Fire Sect Leader's seclusion. It's not a good idea to keep waiting like this, so he plans to go back to Blue Star first.

First, I went to the counter and gave Fatty Wang a bottle of secret medicine.

"Take it. Use it sparingly, don't really wear yourself out."

Fatty Wang reached out and grabbed the porcelain bottle.

"Young Master Chen...this is far too valuable!"

"Look how thin you are now. If you continue like this without any restraint, you'll be doomed sooner or later."

Chen Mo didn't waste any more words and turned to leave with the three women.

Back at the small courtyard in the east of the city, Chen Mo didn't beat around the bush. He took out some pills from his bronze ring and distributed them according to the three people's cultivation levels.

"I need to go back to my hometown. The leader of the Crimson Fire Sect is stronger than me, so I need to make some preparations beforehand to avoid any accidents if we really have to meet."

Xu Wanqing nodded.

"You should always be wary of others. Go back home with peace of mind. We'll wait for you to come back."

Chen Mo took her hand and squeezed it.

"You'll be back in three to five days at the earliest, and ten to fifteen days at the latest. You all should stay home and cultivate diligently, taking your pills on time, and don't be lazy."

Qingzhu held the medicine bottle, nodding her head like a chick pecking at rice.

"Don't worry, young master, I will definitely practice hard! I will never slack off!"

Su Yue looked at Chen Mo and spoke softly.

"Please take care on your journey, young master."

Chen Mo nodded, and then added a sentence.

"If you encounter something you can't solve, go to Zuiyue Tower and find Ruhua. She will help you solve it."

After giving his instructions, he didn't linger. He pushed open the door, left the courtyard, and turned into a deserted dead-end alley.

A flash of white light, and the figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

When he opened his eyes again, Chen Mo was already standing in the bedroom of the villa in Hangzhou.

I glanced at the time; it was eight o'clock in the evening. The living room was quiet.

Lu Xingyao and Ye Yunshu were not there, so he walked to the living room sofa, sat down, and took out his phone from his bronze ring.

Upon opening the app, a string of missed calls popped up, more than a dozen in total.

Chen Mo scrolled through the screen, mostly looking at unfamiliar numbers, but one local Hangzhou number stood out.

He remembered this number.

Every time I travel back to Earth, this number appears when I check my missed calls on my phone.

He hadn't paid any attention to it before and had never bothered with it.

Today, he stared at that string of numbers for two seconds and suddenly became curious.

What kind of person can play for months on end?

Just then, the screen suddenly lit up and started vibrating.

It's still the same number.

Chen Mo leaned back, slumped against the sofa, swiped his finger to answer the call, and held it to his ear.

"Feed".

The voice on the other end of the phone was that of a young man.

"Chen Mo, it's so hard to get through to you. I've been calling for months and you haven't answered once. You finally answered this time."

There were no titles, no self-introductions, just calling each other by name from the start. The tone wasn't like talking to a stranger, but more like a boss addressing a subordinate.

Chen Mo leaned back on the sofa, his eyebrows twitching slightly.

He recognized the voice.

Last time, when I took Wang Jun's wife, Shen Nian, to talk to Wang Jun about divorce, we met three people in the corridor after leaving the ward.

The young man in the middle, wearing a bespoke suit and sporting a slicked-back hairstyle, is that voice.

The man greeted him politely with a nod, and the two exchanged a few words.

Chen Mo immediately recognized the other party as someone from the Zhao family of Hangzhou that Wang Jun had mentioned.

Judging from the tone of his voice, the visitor is not friendly.

But Chen Mo is not intimidated at all and will not tolerate the other party.

Chen Mo replied in a flat tone, deliberately.

"Who are you? You never call when I'm free, you only call when I'm busy, and now you blame me if you can't get through?"

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone.

Perhaps not expecting his reaction, she froze for three seconds.

Then the voice rang out again, this time with a condescending smile, like an elder teaching an ignorant junior manners.

"My surname is Zhao. We met once at the hospital."

He paused for a moment, as if the name "Zhao" itself carried enough weight to serve as a business card.

"Chen Mo, we've investigated you. Your background is clean, but your abilities are outstanding. You've turned a few thousand into tens of millions in the stock market without ever making a mistake."

"The Zhao family needs someone like you. If you work for the Zhao family, you'll definitely get your share of the benefits."

This was said so naturally, as if his invitation was a huge favor to Chen Motian.

After listening, Chen Mo leaned back on the sofa without moving, tapping his fingers lightly twice on the armrest.

He has already deleted all information and data about him using hacking techniques. The Zhao family must have already investigated him before Wang Jun died.

They investigated him for several months, making dozens of phone calls, but he never gave his full name; he just said, "Get things done for me."

They really think they're something special.

He spoke again, his tone tinged with impatience.

"You've been investigating me for months, making so many phone calls, and you didn't even give your name when you came up. What are you pretending for? I'm not your servant. Don't you even know the basic etiquette of giving your name when asking for a favor?"

After he said that, there was complete silence on the other end of the phone.

This time the silence lasted much longer than before, so quiet that Chen Mo could vaguely hear the other person's suppressed, heavy breathing through the receiver.

It's obvious that he became popular after being criticized.

Several seconds later, the voice rang out again, the laughter gone.

I don't like the tone of your voice.

Chen Mo scoffed.

"If you don't like it, don't hit me. I didn't ask you to."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

It was as if his words had left her speechless.

A few seconds later, when the voice rang out again, it was lower and deeper, with anger hidden beneath, leaving only a hard, cold feeling.

"You'd better wait at home tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon."

He paused, then added.

"You'd better repeat what you just said to my face tomorrow."

The call ended abruptly as soon as he finished speaking.

All that could be heard through the receiver was a busy tone.

Chen Mo took the phone away from his ear and tossed it onto the sofa.

That's it?

They investigated him for months, made phone calls for months, and all they wanted was for him to work for the Zhao family, without even giving his name.

He hung up the phone and made threats after being criticized, like a clown whose sore spot had been hit.

He leaned back on the sofa, his mind filled with the image of the well-dressed, suave young master of the Zhao family in the hospital corridor.

Do they really think that just because they're surnamed Zhao, they can act with impunity in Hangzhou?

They thought he was still the same poor boy from before, with no background or support, just someone who knew how to speculate in stocks and made some money. They thought he was easy to manage and useful, so they wanted to take him over and use him as a tool for the Zhao family to make money.

They're certainly good at making calculations.

Chen Mo lay on the sofa, his lips twitching slightly, but there was no real smile in his eyes.

He was already plotting how to trick this young master Zhao tomorrow.