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

The air conditioner was blowing cool air inside, and there was cut fruit on the coffee table.

Chen Mo leaned back on the sofa, and with nothing to do, he took out his phone and opened WeChat to browse through it.

If we need to start a group fight, who else can we call?

Apart from his university classmates, he didn't know anyone else in Hangzhou.

No, there's one more.

Lin Yue.

He scrolled to Lin Yue's chat window, where there were dozens of unread messages.

Clicking in and scrolling up, the earliest one was from a few months ago, filled with excitement.

"Brother Mo! It's gone up! It's gone up again! It hit the daily limit again today! I made over 30,000!"

"Brother Mo, I feel like I've achieved enlightenment."

Then, in the past week, the messages have completely turned into SOS messages, one after another, like they're flooding my screen.

"Brother Mo, help! My account has been liquidated! I've lost everything!"

"Where are you, Brother Mo? Can you at least reply to me?"

"Brother Mo, I really can't hold on any longer! If I don't earn any more money, I'll be sleeping on the streets!"

"Brother Mo, I'm almost on the rooftop..."

Chen Mo didn't reply to a single one of the dozens of messages he received.

The main reason is that he doesn't check WeChat much, especially group messages, and has set it to Do Not Disturb.

He looked at the SOS message on the screen, couldn't help but chuckle, and immediately made a voice call.

The call was answered in less than a second.

"Brother Mo! My dear brother! You've finally replied to me! Help, Brother Mo!"

Lin Yue's voice came through the receiver, trembling with sobs.

"I've lost everything! I can barely pay the rent! Brother Mo, help me!"

Chen Mo leaned back on the sofa and spoke slowly.

"I can barely save myself, how can I expect you to save me?"

The person on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, stunned for two seconds.

"Huh? Brother Mo, what's wrong? What happened? Is someone giving you trouble?"

"I offended a local big shot. He brought a group of people to block my door and said he was going to deal with me."

Chen Mo deliberately spoke in a nervous tone.

"They have a lot of people, and I don't have enough manpower on my side."

"Holy shit! Who the hell dares to mess with Brother Mo!"

Lin Yue immediately exploded, his temper flaring up instantly.

"Brother Mo, where do you live? Send me your address! I'm coming right now! Damn it, you dare mess with Brother Mo? You've got a death wish!"

Chen Mo smiled and teased him on purpose.

"They're powerful and influential, with very strong connections. Aren't you afraid? Coming here might just lead to you suffering losses."

"Scared? I'm not scared of anything!"

Lin Yue replied without hesitation.

"Is there anything more terrifying than poverty in this world? Brother Mo, you have no idea how I've survived the past two weeks! I've been eating instant noodles every meal; I'm practically a 'instant noodle man'!"

"My chances of turning my life around depend entirely on you; you're like my second parents! If you dare touch you, you're taking away my livelihood!"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, as if the person blocking the door was his own enemy.

"Brother Mo, send me the address, I'll bring my gear over right away!"

"OK."

Chen Mo burst into laughter.

"I'll send you the address right away. There's going to be a group fight later, come and join in."

"A group fight it is! Who's afraid of who!"

Lin Yue tossed out a "I'll be right there" and hung up the phone in a hurry.

Chen Mo shook his head and sent over the villa's address.

Lu Xingyao peeked out from the side, a segment of orange dangling from her mouth, and mumbled something indistinctly.

"This Lin Yue is much more reliable than Huang Zixuan from last night. He comes right away when called, without even asking any questions."

Chen Mo nodded without saying anything more.

His current position is, in the eyes of others, the greatest opportunity and the strongest backer.

Countless people are desperate to get close to him and curry favor with him.

But when real trouble comes, some people shrink back while others rush forward; human nature is immediately apparent.

Huang Zixuan comes from a good family and knows how to get things done, but he is cautious and self-protective in critical moments and dares not take risks. For him, Lin Yue is a better person.

Lin Yue, a nobody with no money or power, can rush over here with just one phone call. He may seem reckless, but he's actually quite shrewd.

He knows who can feed him, and he's willing to exchange his sincerity for a chance.

Giving this kind of person a helping hand occasionally is better than supporting ten Huang Zixuans.

The main reason was that he was in a good mood. At his current level, he could basically do whatever he wanted on Earth.

Opportunity is presented before you; whether you can seize it depends entirely on yourself.

Ye Jingge sat on the single sofa next to him and remained silent for a while before finally speaking.

"Zixuan's behavior is actually quite understandable. It's a pity."

He spoke in a flat tone, without trying to defend Huang Zixuan; he was simply stating a fact.

In their circle, seeking advantage and avoiding harm is instinctive, and Huang Zixuan's choice is all too common.

"There's nothing to regret about you."

Ye Yunshu peeled a segment of orange and held it to Chen Mo's lips.

"He chose this path himself. He runs away when trouble comes, only thinking about how to benefit himself. There's no such thing as a free lunch. Brother Mo doesn't need someone like him."

Chen Mo didn't reply, but took a bite of the orange.

That's what they say, but when it comes to making a choice, those who dare to step forward are always more valuable than those who hide in the background.

Time passed by, and it was almost eleven o'clock in the blink of an eye.

The sun outside was rising higher and higher, and the sunlight was scorching.

Chen Mo's phone started vibrating again, and the familiar local number appeared on the screen.

He slowly picked it up and put it to his ear.

"Feed".

"Where are your men? When will they arrive?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was laced with anger; the person was clearly impatient.

"It's been almost half an hour."

Chen Mo leaned back on the sofa, his tone perfunctory, not even bothering to pretend.

"Almost there, almost there, already on the way, but there's a traffic jam. You know how crowded Hangzhou is."

The other party clearly did not believe it.

He had been rendered speechless by Chen Mo's sharp tongue during their last phone call, and he had experienced firsthand how witty Chen Mo could be.

He had originally intended to make a threatening remark, demanding that his men arrive within a minute, but he swallowed the words back down.

He was afraid that Chen Mo would seize on this and ridicule him again, making him look foolish.

He suppressed his anger and said through gritted teeth.

"Wait another half hour. If you don't show up in half an hour, my men will go in and invite you. Don't blame me for not giving you a chance if things get ugly."

"Here it comes, here it comes, we're almost there!"

Chen Mo remained as unyielding as ever.

"Wait a little longer, what's the rush?"

The person on the other end didn't say anything more and hung up the phone.

Clearly, they were afraid that if they continued talking, they would get angry first and lose face.

Outside the villa gate, the sun was blazing, making the ground scorching hot.

The young master of the Zhao family sat in the car, enjoying the air conditioning, his face gloomy.

Five bodyguards in black suits stood at the entrance of the villa. They were all tall and strong, but they were sweating profusely from the sun.

"Young Master Zhao, are we just going to wait like this?"

A bodyguard leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"Why don't we just charge in? He's all alone; what can he possibly do?"

"What's the rush?"

The young master of the Zhao family unscrewed the bottle of mineral water, took a sip, and sneered.

"I want to see what kind of monsters he can summon. It will be more interesting to deal with them all in front of him when they all arrive. I want him to know what happens when he goes against the Zhao family in Hangzhou."

The bodyguard nodded and stepped back. He had only taken two steps when a taxi stopped next to him, and three people got out.

The leader was a guy with dyed silver hair, the other two had blond hair, all three of them wore ripped jeans and canvas shoes, and walked in a slovenly manner, just like street thugs.

The young master of the Zhao family was taken aback when he saw the three people dressed in such a flamboyant manner, and then he sneered.

After all that fuss and waiting, all we got were three punks?

P.S.: It seems this book has been targeted by the studio; its rating dropped by 0.4 points today. It's really tough. I'm asking for a good review.