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

Zhao Peng held a wine glass in his right hand, his mouth stretched almost to his ears in a wide grin.

"Chen Mo, Chen Mo, you dare to talk back to me? Don't you even know your own worth?"

He chuckled and tilted his head back to gulp down a large mouthful of wine.

"Once the assassin breaks your arms and legs and brings you here, I'll personally torture you to death."

The thought of Chen Mo kneeling and begging for mercy made Zhao Peng feel a sense of satisfaction.

He glanced at the screen casually, his gaze landing on the "Mission Objectives" section.

At that one glance, Zhao Peng froze, his hand holding the wine glass hanging in mid-air.

Mission objective: Zhao Peng.

He paused for two seconds, then burst out laughing and shook his head.

"Damn, this liquor is so potent? It's making me hallucinate."

As he spoke, he brought his face close to the screen, rubbed his eyes vigorously with his right hand, and took a closer look.

It was Zhao Peng again.

His smile froze instantly, and his fingers holding the wine glass began to tremble.

"Wait a minute... I clearly typed Chen Mo..."

He slammed his right hand on the table as soon as he finished speaking, as if he had found the reason.

"Yes! The computer is infected with a virus! It must be a virus that's messing with task targets!"

He immediately opened the antivirus software and frantically clicked the mouse to perform a full system scan, wishing he could scan all the files in a second, but a full system scan would take several hours!

After a few hours, the daylily buds had gone cold.

I forced the computer to shut down, and frantically pressed the power button.

From childhood to adulthood, whenever my computer had a problem, whether it was a blue screen, a freeze, or a crash, restarting could always solve it.

"Restart, restarting will fix it."

The tens of seconds waiting for the computer to boot up were excruciating.

He slung his butt against the chair, frantically tapping his fingers on the table, his eyes glued to the screen, and praying incessantly.

After a long boot process, the desktop pops up.

He took a deep breath, his right hand almost unresponsive, and with trembling hands, he entered his account and password, logged into the dark web, and opened the published orders in his personal center.

Mission objective: Zhao Peng.

It's still those two words!

A chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, and Zhao Peng froze, his back instantly breaking out in a cold sweat.

Undeterred, he frantically clicked the cancel order button with his mouse.

The system popped up a message: This order has been accepted by the assassin and is in the fulfillment stage; it cannot be cancelled.

Click "Edit".

Note: The order is locked and the employer has no right to modify it.

Click Delete.

Note: Orders in the process of being fulfilled cannot be deleted.

All three attempts were rejected by the system!

Zhao Peng stared at the screen, his mind buzzing, completely blank.

Someone took one million US dollars from him and is now on their way to Hangzhou, specifically to break his arms and legs!

He stared at his own name on the screen for a full half minute, then suddenly raised his right hand and slapped himself hard across the face with a sharp "smack".

The blow was powerful, causing his head to snap to one side, his cheek burning with pain, and his head feeling dizzy.

"Zhao Peng, are you fucking missing a screw in your head?!"

He covered half his face and cursed loudly at the screen.

"You got your name wrong after drinking two cups of cat pee? You paid a million dollars to have your own limbs severed? You're the biggest idiot in the world!"

As he continued cursing, his eyes hardened again, and his anger instantly shifted.

"It's all Chen Mo's fault! If that bastard hadn't had his men beat me up during the day, leaving me stunned, would I have made such a stupid mistake? Those thugs around him were swinging steel pipes at me, making me so unsettled!"

"Once I settle this, I'm going to tear your bones off and feed them to the dogs!"

Zhao Peng gritted his teeth, his face contorted with pain and anger.

Despite my anger, I still need to get revenge; I can't just let this matter drop.

Zhao Peng pushed his wine glass far away, afraid that he might make a mistake if he touched the wine again.

He sat up straight, wiped his face, and reopened the order page.

This time he was extra careful, moving as slowly as a snail, typing one word at a time with one hand, afraid of pressing the wrong key.

"Mission objective: Break the target's arms and legs, capture him alive, and take him to location xxx in Hangzhou."

Bounty: One million US dollars.

When he got to the most crucial task objective section, he paused for two seconds, held his breath, and slowly lowered his fingers onto the keyboard.

Mission objective: Chen Mo.

After typing the two words, he leaned forward, his eyes wide open, checking each word carefully.

The first time, Chen Mo, that's right.

The second time, Chen Mo, you're right.

The third time, it was still Chen Mo.

I checked it three times to make sure everything was perfect.

Zhao Peng finally breathed a sigh of relief, and clicked "Submit Order" heavily to confirm payment.

The page had just refreshed when a line of text popped up:

The order has been successfully placed and accepted by the assassin.

"Instant answer?"

Zhao Peng paused for a moment, then leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath.

"Thank goodness, this time nothing went wrong."

He instinctively reached for the wine glass, but then abruptly pulled his hand back halfway through.

"I'm not drinking anymore, I'm not drinking anymore. If I drink any more, something really bad will happen. If I really have to spend two million US dollars to buy my own hands and feet, how will I, Zhao Peng, ever show my face in Hangzhou again?"

He shook his head, slid his chair back, and tried to catch his breath and calm his nerves.

Meanwhile, in the living room of another villa in Hangzhou.

The laptop screen on Chen Mo's desk suddenly lit up, and a light green notification popped up.

[A bounty order targeting the host has been detected on the dark web and has been automatically forwarded to the Naga.]

Chen Mo glanced at it, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Zhao Peng really doesn't learn his lesson."

He logged back into the dark web backend, found the order Zhao Peng had just placed, changed "Chen Mo" to "Zhao Peng" in the task target column, and pressed enter to confirm.

【Successfully modified! 】

Get it done.

On the other side, Naga was booking a flight on his phone when a message suddenly popped up.

He clicked on it and thought he had misread it.

Another job, target Zhao Peng, bounty of one million US dollars.

Naga stared at the screen for two seconds, then suddenly couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Two million US dollars, the same goal, the same job. You can make double the money by doing just one job?"

"Zhao Peng is simply a money-giving boy."

He smiled and opened the ticketing app, booking the first-class ticket for the earliest flight to Hangzhou.

"Since Zhao Peng is so generous, I definitely have to 'treat' him properly and not let his two million yuan offer go to waste."

At Zhao Peng's villa, he sat in a chair for less than two minutes, feeling uneasy.

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt, and he couldn't help but reach out and open his personal order page again to confirm it once more.

The moment the page refreshed, his breath caught in his throat.

The page displays two orders neatly side by side.

Both mission targets bore his own name.

Two million US dollars, all of which he paid out of his own pocket.

It's as if he personally hired two assassins specifically to break his own arms and legs.

"Impossible...impossible!"

He muttered to himself, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"I definitely typed Chen Mo! I checked it three times! There's no mistake! How could this happen!"