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

Ding Dong!Ding Dong!

The doorbell rang several times, but no one answered.

Just as his face grew increasingly grim, and he was about to lose his temper, his phone rang. It was Chen Mo calling.

He gritted his teeth and answered the call, suppressing his anger.

"Chen Mo, what do you mean? Are you playing me for a fool?"

"Stop pressing, stop pressing, it'll be out soon."

Chen Mo's voice was slow and leisurely.

"Why are you rushing me? It's not like I'm not coming out."

"You always say 'almost there, almost there,' but when have you ever actually been almost there?"

The young master of the Zhao family spoke with a fierce tone.

"I think you're just a coward, too scared to come out, huh? Hiding inside like a turtle in a coward?"

"No way."

Chen Mo spoke casually, as if chatting about everyday things.

"I just finished eating and I'm digesting. You shouldn't do strenuous exercise right after eating; it's bad for your stomach. Don't you know anything about health?"

The person on the other end of the phone fell silent instantly.

One second, two seconds.

Immediately afterwards, the young master of the Zhao family's voice exploded, rising several pitches and even cracking a bit.

"Eat?! To aid digestion?!"

"Chen Mo, are you fucking crazy?! My men have been waiting for you outside all morning, and you're eating inside?! Trying to digest?! Do you think this is child's play?!"

His voice trembled with anger, and his previous composure and arrogance crumbled into a complete mess.

"I'm here to settle accounts with you, not to wait for you to eat!"

Chen Mo waited until he finished yelling before speaking slowly and deliberately.

"Hey, don't rush. Young Master Zhao, have you eaten yet? We just finished eating, and there's still some food left: braised pork, steamed fish, and half a plate of shrimp, all still warm."

"How about I have someone pack it up and send it out for you? Your bodyguards must be tired from standing guard all morning. Don't fight on an empty stomach; it's bad for their health."

These words were like the last straw, completely extinguishing the reason in the young master of the Zhao family.

There was a deathly silence on the other end of the phone, followed by his clenched teeth, each word sounding like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth, and he was trembling with anger.

"Smash the door! Smash it now! Smash the door open!"

The bodyguards behind him hesitated for a moment. The leader swallowed hard, forced himself to take two steps forward, and was about to kick the door open.

Just then, Chen Mo's voice came through the phone again, his tone light and cheerful, with a hint of laughter, as if he had been waiting for Chen Mo to get angry.

"Wait, wait... don't smash it."

"We've arrived at the door."

As soon as he finished speaking, the villa's door clicked open slowly from the inside.

Inside the door, Chen Mo walked at the front, holding a steel bar in his hand, with Ye Yunshu and Lu Xingyao on his left and right sides respectively.

Shen Yi followed along, carrying a steel bar in his hand, swaying with every step, and with an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth.

Han Ziang carried a steel pipe, his silver hair shining in the sun.

Zhou Zitao twirled the steel pipe between his fingers twice before firmly gripping it.

Lin Yue followed at the back, his palms sweaty, gripping the rebar so tightly it was burning hot.

Ye Jingge changed into an ordinary black T-shirt, carried a steel pipe in his hand, and had no expression on his face.

The room full of people, refreshed and energetic, formed a stark contrast to the bodyguards outside, who looked droopy and listless in the sun.

Hearing the commotion, the young master of the Zhao family looked up and glanced over. His gaze swept over the steel pipes and steel bars in the hands of the men, and he chuckled.

Five bodyguards in black suits stood ramrod straight behind him, like five iron towers.

Under the blazing sun, the back of his suit jacket was completely soaked, clinging tightly to his back, and his face was flushed red from the sun; he dared not move an inch.

"You don't have anyone left in Hangzhou?"

Zhao pointed at them, his tone full of disdain.

"You think you can cause trouble with just a few broken steel pipes? Do you even know what a professional bodyguard is? A retired special forces soldier, he could take on ten of you like it's nothing."

He straightened up, adjusted his shirt collar, and his leather shoes clicked on the stone pavement.

Chen Mo took two steps forward and stood at the bottom of the steps, pointing at him with the steel bar in his hand.

"Hey, you there, what's your name again?"

Zhao Peng's face immediately darkened.

In the Zhejiang Province second-generation elite circle, Zhao Peng is always addressed as "Peng" wherever he goes. Today, however, someone actually pointed at him and asked, "What's your name?" as if he were asking a random cat or dog on the street.

He took three steps forward, stood in the sun, and gritted his teeth.

"Listen carefully. Zhao Peng! Zhao from the Zhao family, Peng from Da Peng. When we break your arms and legs later, don't fucking not even know who you've fallen for."

"Zhao Peng".

Chen Mo nodded, as if he had just memorized it, and spun the steel bar in his palm.

"Okay, I've noted down the name. Just don't change it when you kneel down and beg for mercy later."

"beg for mercy?"

Zhao Peng laughed twice as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, then his face instantly turned cold.

"To tell you the truth, you have to come with me today whether you agree or not. What our family wants is your brain, as long as you can help us make money in the stock market. Even if you lose your hands or feet, it won't stop you from using your brain and your mouth."

He waved his hand behind him, and the five bodyguards took a step forward at the same time, looking quite imposing, though their steps were a bit unsteady.

"You bunch of ugly, deformed people dare to challenge me?"

Zhao Peng held his chin high.

"Kneel down and kowtow three times now, and come with me obediently, and I might make your suffering less."

Chen Mo didn't reply, but looked up at the sky.

The midday sun was so bright and dazzling that it made people dizzy.

The ground was scorching hot; you could feel the heat even through the soles of your shoes.

He gave a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, then looked away and gazed at Zhao Peng.

"Okay. Let's fight first and then talk about it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Jingge took a step forward.

"Thump!"

The steel pipe slammed into the stone floor with a dull thud that made people's ears ring.

The next second, he rushed out.

Without saying a word, Shen Yi and the others followed behind, carrying their tools, the steel pipes and bars gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Zhao Peng took half a step back, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth, and waved his hand.

"Go! Beat them to death! I'll take responsibility if they die!"

The five men in black suits responded simultaneously, raising their legs and charging forward.

Then…….

The bodyguard captain, who was at the forefront, had only taken two steps when he suddenly swayed.

He reached out to support his knees, but his hand went limp halfway up.

His suit jacket was soaked through, his face was a deep purplish-red, his mouth was open as if he wanted to shout, but only a dry, hoarse sound came out of his throat. With a "thud," he fell straight forward, his face hitting the stone slab hard, white foam dripping from the corner of his mouth, instantly staining the scorching ground.

The remaining four are even more outrageous.

They had only taken two steps when everything went black and they fell to the ground, one falling forward and the other backward, crashing to the ground together without even twitching.

The five people, like five melted candles, had stood there all morning and were now completely limp.

Zhao Peng's smile froze before it could fade.

He turned around abruptly, staring wide-eyed at the five bodyguards lying haphazardly on the ground, his mouth agape, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

What the hell is going on?

Five professional bodyguards couldn't even touch the hem of someone's clothes before they were all lying down themselves?