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

At 11 p.m., the villas in Hangzhou were brightly lit.

Shen Yi, Han Ziang, Zhou Zitao, and Lin Yue arrived one after another and sat in a row on the living room sofa.

Lin Yue froze the moment he saw the celestial beauty on the sofa.

"Oh my god...Fairy Sister? Is she a real Fairy Sister?"

Lin Yue's voice was trembling.

Shen Yi patted his shoulder with a smile.

"Calm down! With Mo's charm, what kind of woman can't he win over?"

"Young Master Shen, that's a goddess! My goddess!"

Chen Mo smiled and pulled Tianxian into his arms.

Lin Yue's face immediately deflated like a punctured balloon, and he immediately looked dejected.

The goddess is in another man's arms.

It's awful!

Han Zi'ang couldn't understand him.

Aren't goddesses women too?

It can even go to space?

He took out his phone and looked at the image of a full head of black hair on the screen from left to right.

"Brother Mo, what do you want us to do so late at night? And why do you insist on dyeing your hair black?"

Chen Mo took out a pack of cigarettes, distributed them to everyone, and lit one for himself.

"There's an international military exhibition in Zhucheng tomorrow, and I plan to go there to buy a batch of weapons."

The four men's hands, which were holding cigarettes, froze simultaneously.

arms?

What big thing is Brother Mo planning?

However, everyone wisely refrained from asking a single question.

Chen Mo tossed a photo onto the table.

The photo shows a young man from the Middle East with ordinary features and a typical Middle Eastern appearance.

"This man is called Tariq, and he's my target for this disguise. He's the fifty-seventh prince of a small Middle Eastern oil-producing country. He's rarely been in the news since he was a child, and nobody knows him."

Han Zi'ang leaned over and looked at it for a long time.

"Brother Mo, there are so many princes out there, why pick such a shabby one?"

"The kind that's on TV every other day. What if I stand there and someone I know exposes me?"

Chen Mo exhaled a puff of smoke.

"No one has ever seen his true face. If I say I am him, who can prove I'm not?"

"Besides, he's about the same height and build as me, so it's easy for him to disguise himself."

Han Zi'ang suddenly realized and gave a thumbs up.

"As expected of Brother Mo, he always plans his escape route before lying to people."

"Tomorrow, the four of you will be my bodyguards."

Chen Mo then looked at the three women.

"You will play the roles of my wives, with Yunshu acting as the translator."

"Remember, when you get there, none of you six should say a word."

Why?

Lin Yue scratched his head.

Do you speak Arabic?

Lin Yue shook his head.

"The moment he opens his mouth, he speaks Chinese, which is like having the words 'I'm fake' written all over his forehead."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yue shrank back and dared not utter a sound.

"Alright, if you all understand, let's start changing clothes. Let's rehearse once first."

Half an hour later.

As Chen Mo came out of the bedroom, all seven people in the living room swarmed around him to look him over.

Deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, honey-colored skin, and even her pupils have changed to light brown.

He looks exactly like Tariq in the photo.

"Holy crap."

Han Zi'ang circled around him three times.

"Brother Mo, if the CIA knew about your disguise skills, they'd kidnap you and make you a spy."

"They can't afford my salary! Okay, I'll disguise you a little."

Chen Mo took out a set of bottles and jars from his bag.

Four bodyguards are easy to handle.

Slightly darken the skin tone, apply a trimmed short beard, and pad the brow bone.

Even his own mother wouldn't recognize him.

It was the third woman's turn.

Ye Yunshu and Lu Xingyao's appearances were simple, with darker skin tones and slight adjustments to their eyebrow and eye contours.

The celestial being is in some trouble.

The faces of big stars are so distinctive that they can be recognized just by looking at their eyes.

Chen Mo simply changed her entire eye shape.

The double eyelids were widened, the outer corners of the eyes were lowered, and the pupils were changed to dark brown.

The celestial being looked at herself in the mirror, admiring herself from left to right.

She didn't even recognize the person in the mirror.

"This is incredible..."

All changed.

The three women wore matching black floor-length robes with wide sleeves, their heads wrapped in black veils that reached down to the tips of their noses, revealing only their eyes.

Shen Yi and his three companions wore black suits, sunglasses, and black leather shoes, with earpieces hanging from their ears.

They act like humans but are actually dogs.

He's just a bit thin.

Oh well, I'll just make do with it.

Han Ziang, feeling playful, clasped his hands together above his head and bowed deeply to Chen Mo.

"Long live Your Highness! Long live Your Highness! Long live Your Highness!"

Zhou Zitao kicked him.

"That's like a eunuch meeting the emperor! Brother Mo, this is Middle Eastern royalty!"

The crowd laughed.

Chen Mo laughed along with him.

"Alright, alright, let's keep quiet at home as we are, but you'll all be silent tomorrow."

Ye Yunshu handed over a stack of documents.

"Brother Mo, this is the information I've collected. It includes information about the country, members of the royal family, and local customs. I've organized it all."

"That's very thoughtful."

Chen Mo took it and glanced at it briefly.

"Everyone, go and rest."

At midnight, everyone went back to their rooms to rest.

Chen Mo went to the study alone, took out his notebook, put on his headphones, and prepared to study Arabic.

If I run into a real Middle Easterner tomorrow who doesn't speak Arabic, I'll be exposed as soon as I open my mouth.

More than an hour later.

[Ding! Congratulations on your breakthrough in Arabic: from minor to major mastery]

He casually cursed in Arabic.

His pronunciation was clear and accurate, and he even had a genuine local accent.

Just like native Middle Easterners.

Chen Mo turned off his phone with satisfaction and went back to his room to sleep.

The next morning, at the entrance of the international military exhibition, the eight people walked towards the exhibition hall.

Chen Mo walked in the middle, wearing a white robe with gold trim, and his headscarf was wrapped up meticulously.

The three women lagged half a step behind, their long black robes trailing on the ground, their veils hanging down to the tips of their noses, revealing only three pairs of eyes.

Shen Yi and his three companions, dressed in black suits, led the way, wearing air earpieces that made them look more real than the real thing.

The receptionist jogged up to greet us, speaking fluent English.

"Welcome, can I help you?"

"You hoo!"

When Chen Mo spoke, his Chinese was heavily accented with a Middle Eastern accent.

"I love Chinese! I want to see... a fighting chicken!"

The young receptionist froze on the spot, her professional smile almost shattering.

She quickly came to her senses and greeted him in Chinese.

"Hello, is there anything I can help you with?"

The shoulders of Tianxian and Lu Xingyao behind them trembled.

Shen Yi and the other three stared straight ahead, their expressions solemn, their back teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound.

Having known Brother Mo for so long, this is the first time I've known he had this side to him.

Chen Moqie explained his purpose in English, and the young girl who was there to greet him led them to the aircraft exhibition area.

On the tarmac, a dozen fighter jets were lined up, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Chen Mo strolled around with his hands behind his back, stopping every now and then to point at the plane and ask a few questions.

As I was watching, a group of people walked straight towards us.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group was dressed in a white robe with a golden eagle badge pinned to his chest.

Laughter arrived before the person.

He greeted her in Arabic.

"May the Lord grant you peace! Rahman, my friend, I thought you hadn't come."

Shen Yi and the other three couldn't understand, but their bodies immediately tensed up, and their eyes behind their sunglasses dared not move.

coming!

The three women exchanged glances behind their veils.

Chen Mo turned to face him and replied in fluent Arabic.

"May the Lord also grant you peace. Are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else?"

The middle-aged man looked him over carefully for a few moments.

"Excuse me, but you look so much like someone I knew!"

Before the other party could speak again, Chen Mo put his hands behind his back, turned around, and ran away.

He led the group directly into the depths of the helipad.

The more you talk, the more flaws you reveal.