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

Outside the Jiang family mansion, Chen Mo had just taken out his phone when the screen lit up.

The caller ID showed it was Ghost.

Swipe your fingertip to answer the call.

"Ghost, I was just thinking of calling you, but I didn't expect you to call first."

Ghost's magnetic voice came from the other end of the phone, speaking fluent and clear Mandarin.

"Boss, it seems we're on the same wavelength. I also happen to have something important to report to you."

Chen Mo's lips curled slightly, his tone relaxed and content:

"We're thinking the same thing. Ghost, your Chinese has improved a lot. You must have been practicing a lot in private lately."

"Thank you for the compliment, boss. It's just that hard work can make up for any shortcomings."

An American pronounced the idioms quite fluently, though it sounded a bit strange, yet there was nothing wrong with it. Chen Mo couldn't help but want to laugh.

There was a soft chuckle on the other end of the phone, which quickly subsided before the conversation turned to business.

"Boss, did you call me here to assign me a task?"

A few pleasantries would suffice; he never wasted his superiors' time—this was Ghost's consistent work style.

Chen Mo lit a cigarette, leaned against the roadside, and slowly began to speak:

"Yes, there is indeed a big job that requires your personal attention. I can only feel at ease if you handle it."

I'll send you a list later; it's thirty-eight people in total. I'll give you $500,000 per person.

A low chuckle came from the other end of the phone, as if he had encountered some interesting business.

This list was compiled when he was investigating the Jiang family's crimes. He had thoroughly investigated the connections and backgrounds of everyone in the Jiang family.

The Jiang family, having colluded with the enemy and betrayed the country, perhaps anticipated being exposed one day, and thus prepared a way out for themselves long ago.

This led many clansmen to secretly flee abroad with huge sums of money, amounting to tens of billions!

Unfortunately, they ran into Chen Mo this time. None of these people will survive; they must all be wiped out.

He had already stolen the money and quietly transferred it to his bank account.

After a brief silence, the ghost's voice became a little lighter:

"Oh, boss, this order is very well paid. Thank you for your patronage."

"And this job comes at the perfect time. I've been busy with the renovation of your villa for a while and haven't taken on any work in a long time. My skills have almost become rusty. This is a good opportunity to practice and get back into the swing of things."

Thirty-eight people, totaling nineteen million US dollars, a big order, and the work is enjoyable.

He paused, then tentatively began to speak:

"Boss, can I bring Naga along on this mission?"

As you know, I owed him a favor before, and he was the one who introduced me to you, so I owe him another favor. I'll take this opportunity to repay him some of it with the payment for this order.

"Whatever."

Chen Mo exhaled a puff of smoke.

"I only want the final result; you don't need to report the process to me."

The ghost laughed out loud on the other end:

"I'm relieved to hear that."

Chen Mo knew very well that even without the bounty, Ghost and Naga would have gotten the job done.

But giving money and not giving money are completely different things. Giving money is a sign of respect for their profession and an affirmation of their personal value, which is the only way to maintain a long-term cooperative relationship.

He flicked off his cigarette ash and asked slowly:

"Tell me, what brings you to me?"

"One good news, one bad news."

Ghost knew how to be tactful and didn't let Chen Mo choose which one to listen to first, but continued speaking directly.

"The good news is that your villa is finished. That Song-style residence is exceptionally exquisite; I simply cannot find the right words to describe its beauty."

"Whenever I'm inside, I can calm down completely."

"To be honest, I'm really tempted. I'm planning to build a smaller one myself, though it certainly won't compare to yours. A billion US dollars—it makes my heart ache just looking at it."

Ghost himself is a top law firm partner with a very wealthy family, yet the mansion he built with a billion dollars still exceeded his budget.

Chen Mo then remembered this incident. He had previously bought an estate in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles, and spent a billion US dollars to demolish and rebuild a Song-style villa. The entire process was overseen by Ghost.

Hearing what the other party said, he became interested and planned to take some time to go and have a look. After all, he had spent so much money and had never been there himself.

But then I thought, the bad news hasn't been told yet, and it's probably related to this villa.

"What's the bad news?"

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, followed by a colder tone:

"Boss, your villa has been seized by the US authorities on suspicion of endangering national security."

"I spent over eight million US dollars bribing officials from various departments, but those people took the money and did absolutely nothing!"

"The construction workers who came from China to do the renovations were all detained on charges of stealing U.S. national secrets. A group of honest craftsmen were given such a ridiculous label; frankly, they were a bunch of blatant robbers."

"Damn it! Those despicable, greedy bastards!"

Chen Mo took a drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled.

The fact that over eight million US dollars went down the drain shows that this matter cannot be resolved with money; someone is determined to target him.

He won five billion dollars in underground boxing matches in Los Angeles and took down several local business tycoons, cutting off the interests of many people. The other party still remembers this debt to this day.

Cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents. He's taking away more than one family's share, so naturally, they'll seek revenge.

"Things aren't that simple. You stabilize the situation first, and I'll go over there once I've dealt with things here in China."

"They won't take anything that's rightfully mine! Those workers will return home unharmed, and I'll make them pay a heavy price!"

"Understood, boss."

He had always had unwavering faith in Chen Mo's abilities; as long as Chen Mo took action, there was no problem he couldn't solve.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Mo hailed a taxi and returned to the courtyard house.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the lights in the yard were still on, and Lin Jing and Wang Yuxuan were warming chicken soup and waiting for him.

When she saw him return, she silently served him a bowl, understandingly not asking any further questions.

After he finished drinking, Ye Yunshu stepped forward and reported softly:

"Brother Mo, I contacted my cousin Shen Yi. He said the trial planting of the improved seeds is going very well, but it will take more than three months to get the results."

Chen Mo nodded. Seed cultivation wasn't urgent, but the materials for refining pills were already prepared, and they could start preparing tonight.

Since we still have to wait for more than three months, there's no need to stay in the capital any longer.

That evening, the group set off directly back to Hangzhou.

It was late at night when the private jet landed. Lin Jing and Wang Yuxuan went back with it and officially began their cultivation.

Chen Mo didn't rest and went straight to the gene lab.

As the lights came on, Chen Mo raised his hand, and a thousand-year-old Blood Jade Ginseng landed in his palm.

The ginseng rootlets are intact, the whole body is bright red, and you can smell a strong medicinal fragrance from afar, indicating that it is of excellent quality.

He secretly wondered how potent the medicinal properties of this Blood Jade Ginseng could be cultivated using cutting-edge genetic technology.