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

"this one?"

Ye Jingge stopped two steps in front of him, slammed the steel pipe on the ground again, and said in a cold voice.

"Is this all the professionalism you're talking about?"

Zhao Peng shuddered, turned around abruptly, looked at Ye Jingge's cold face, and then at Shen Yi and the others rushing over with steel pipes behind him. His face instantly turned pale.

Without saying a word, he turned around and ran towards the car.

I had only taken two steps when I was kicked hard in the back.

Ye Jingge chased after him and delivered a flying kick, striking him squarely in the back.

Zhao Peng let out a "howl" and flew out like a sack, crashing face down onto the stone pavement with a "thud," his nose gushing blood and splattering red all over the ground.

"Run? Where do you think you're going!"

Shen Yi was the first to rush forward and kicked him in the waist.

Zhou Zitao reached out and grabbed his hair, lifting his head up directly.

"Weren't you pretty arrogant just now? Calling us ugly and deformed."

Zhou Zitao used his knee to push against his back and pulled his hair to lift his face up.

Han Ziang kicked him in the side of the face.

"Is it crooked or not? Huh? I'm asking you a question, is it crooked or not!"

With one kick, Zhao Peng's face swelled up.

Another kick.

"say!"

Zhao Peng screamed in pain, his mouth full of blood and foam.

Zhou Zitao picked up the steel pipe in his hand and tapped it on the ground next to Zhao Peng's legs. With each tap, Zhao Peng trembled.

"And this is considered a professional bodyguard?"

Zhou Zitao spoke in a flat tone, but his words were hurtful.

"Brother Mo deliberately left you all out in the sun all morning; all five of you have dried up like salted fish. Your Zhao family really wasted money, raising five useless people who got heatstroke."

"You're a good-for-nothing too, you were completely fooled by Brother Mo."

"you do not say."

Shen Yi squatted down and patted Zhao Peng's face, which was swollen like a pig's head.

"Who was it that said they were going to break Brother Mo's arms and legs? Where are his arms? Where are his legs? Show them to me! Where did that arrogance go?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and slapped Zhao Peng twice, the crisp sound echoing far and wide in the empty villa area.

Lin Yue also came up and kicked him a couple of times to vent his anger.

He was nervous when he left home, but now, seeing Zhao Peng's behavior, all his nervousness has disappeared.

Zhao Peng was beaten so badly that he covered his head and cowered on the ground like a shrimp. His screams went from high-pitched to hoarse and then to weak.

"My father is Zhao Gang! You can't hit me!"

Shen Yi and his group swung steel bars and pipes at him, cursing as they did so.

"Zhao Gang, right! Zhao Gang, right!"

"Call your dad if you dare! I'll beat him up too!"

"Zhao Gang, right? My dad's Li Gang!"

Shen Yi and the others hit harder and harder, and Zhao Peng finally couldn't bear the pain and begged for mercy.

"Stop hitting me...stop hitting me..."

He shouted incoherently, blood trickling down the corner of his mouth.

"I was wrong... I was really wrong... Please stop hitting me..."

After fighting for a while, Chen Mo finally raised his hand.

"Alright."

Two words, spoken softly, and Shen Yi and the others immediately stopped, took two steps back, panting, still clutching the steel bars and pipes in their hands.

Zhao Peng lay on the ground, covered in injuries, his face swollen like a pig's head, his arms and legs bent at bizarre angles, and even the slightest movement caused him to gasp in pain, making it impossible for him to stand up.

Chen Mo slowly walked over and squatted down.

The steel bar in his hand was gently pressed against Zhao Peng's chin.

The cold metal pressed against his skin, and Zhao Peng shuddered. He tried to back away, but the steel bars held him in place.

"Tell me, how exactly did your Zhao family come to me?"

Chen Mo's tone was very calm, more like a conversation than an interrogation.

Zhao Peng's lips trembled, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"It was Wang Jun... Before Wang Jun died... he said you crippled him, and our family... our Zhao family will avenge Wang Jun..."

"yes."

Chen Mo looked into his eyes, exerted a little force in his hand, and raised the steel bar by half an inch.

Zhao Peng was forced to tilt his head back, his throat tightened, making it difficult to breathe, and his face turned bright red.

Zhao Peng panicked.

He could tell that this man was truly willing to kill.

"It's true! It's true! I wouldn't lie to you. It was Wang Jun who revealed your name, that's how I started paying attention to you..."

He spoke hastily, tears mixed with blood streaming down his face.

"I checked your trading records... You went from a few thousand dollars to tens of millions... You never lost money. Our Zhao family needs someone like you who can make money... Wang Jun is dead, and we want you to take his place and make money for the Zhao family..."

His voice grew softer and softer as he spoke, like a mosquito humming.

"I thought... I thought you were just an ordinary retail investor with no connections, someone I could easily bribe and take down. I didn't know you had so many friends. I was wrong... I really know I was wrong..."

Chen Mo looked at him, his eyes showing no emotion.

Just as he guessed, it was the information Wang Jun revealed at the hospital that made Zhao Peng notice him.

Next time, I should clean up the mess more thoroughly.

He retrieved the steel bar and slowly wiped the bloody end on Zhao Peng's shoulder and clothes.

The fabric brushed against his wound, and Zhao Peng winced in pain, but dared not cry out.

"The Zhao family of Hangzhou is something else entirely."

Chen Mo's voice was soft, yet it carried a sense of pressure.

"I'm telling you today, these brothers of mine are all young masters from Beijing, you can't afford to mess with them."

After saying that, he stood up, hoisted the steel bar onto his shoulder, and turned to walk towards the villa.

Lu Xingyao and Ye Yunshu turned around and followed them inside.

Ye Jingge and his group followed behind, carrying steel pipes, and no one looked back at Zhao Peng on the ground.

The villa gate slammed shut.

Zhao Peng was the only one left on the street, lying face down on the scorching hot stone pavement, his blood dripping onto the ground, quickly becoming sticky from the sun.

He remained motionless, like a dead dog.

Only when the footsteps from the other side of the gate could no longer be heard did Zhao Peng, who was lying on the ground, slowly raise his head.

The fear and pleading look on his face were gone, leaving only a pair of blood-covered eyes, dark and brooding, staring at the tightly closed door like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows.

A young master from the capital?

The Zhao family has been rooted in Zhejiang Province for so many years, they've never been afraid of anyone from the capital.

The Zhao family has been operating in the political and legal system for decades, with connections everywhere from the provincial department to the municipal and district bureaus.

Even if you're a dragon, you have to lie down here!

A few greenhorns and losers, plus a country bumpkin who knows a little about stocks, dare to challenge the Zhao family?

He looked down at his hands.

Several fingers were bent at bizarre angles, and the fractured areas were excruciatingly painful.

He gritted his teeth and counted them one by one.

One, two, those are the two blond guys.

The third one, the white hair.

The fourth one was the one that kicked the loser in the back.

With each count, the hatred in his eyes intensified.

He will make those people inside pay back tenfold, a hundredfold, for the broken bones he suffered today, the beating he endured, and all the oppression he suffered.