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

Although it was difficult to arrange meetings with a governor and an attorney general, Chen Mo believed that Ghost had his own connections.

The ghost readily agreed and took out her phone.

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away."

Naga gave him a suspicious look.

"Ghost, can you arrange a meeting with the governor and the attorney general?"

The ghost smiled slightly.

"I can't, but my partner can."

Suddenly, Ghost put down his phone and changed the subject.

"My old friend, you really should learn from me. Find a decent job, interact with more people, and explore new things. Don't let your mind be filled with nothing but assassins; life isn't just about missions."

Naga shook his head.

"Ghost, you're wrong. We're in this line of work, meant to be alone, operating in the shadows. We could fail at any moment, die at any moment. The fewer people around us, the fewer people we'd drag down with us."

The two of them were each saying their own thing, neither willing to give in.

But the two had been through life and death together, so even though their ideas were completely opposite and neither could convince the other, it did not prevent them from entrusting their backs to each other.

Chen Mo sat opposite him listening, too lazy to delve into the matter.

For him, as long as it works, that's enough.

He interrupted the two of them:

"Ghost, tell me about your partner."

The ghost kept smiling:

"My partner's name is Ava Carter, the daughter of a senator. With her father's connections and the law firm's influence, getting the governor and his party out in person shouldn't be difficult."

"Regarding the matter of buying the law firm that you mentioned last time, I agree, but she is very interested in you and said she wants to talk to you in person."

Chen Mo took a deep drag on his cigarette, pondering his next move.

The senator's daughter wields considerable influence.

We can meet.

Buying the law firm was also necessary for him, since it wasn't his money being spent.

Moreover, he is a vengeful person and always likes to take revenge from all angles.

They seized his villa, and he made them give it back in the same way.

They detained the workers, and he made them release them and pay compensation in the same way.

Only resort to force as a last resort.

To truly kill someone, you must first destroy their spirit; that's what makes it meaningful.

He takes it one step at a time; he has plenty of patience.

"Okay, go see your partner. But be quick, we don't have much time."

"no problem."

The ghost took out his phone and dialed the number, communicating in English.

Hang up the phone after one minute.

"She agreed, and we can go to her villa to meet her now."

Chen Mo nodded, and Ghost instructed the driver to head towards the villa's address.

He suddenly remembered something and added:

"Oh, I almost forgot. Boss, my partner is also a great beauty, a devout Catholic, and single."

Chen Mo lit another cigarette.

Great, all the conditions are met. Winning her over will save a lot of trouble.

An hour later, at Ava's villa.

Not far from Beverly Hills, there is a detached house with a swimming pool and garden.

Led by the ghost, the group went inside.

A woman in a bathrobe is coming downstairs.

Her long, wavy blonde hair was casually draped over her shoulders.

The robe was made of silk, with a loose neckline.

Chen Mo examined it carefully.

A quintessential American beauty, with a voluptuous figure, long legs, and most strikingly, her height, approaching two meters.

Wearing a bathrobe to meet guests is itself a form of disrespect.

However, in her dictionary, this is not called rudeness, but status.

The other person was also sizing him up.

His eyes lit up slightly, then turned disdainful.

She's quite good-looking, even more pleasing to the eye than in the photos.

Unfortunately, he was Chinese.

The ghost gave an introduction.

Chen Mo walked to the sofa, sat down, crossed his legs, and took out a cigarette.

His movements were as casual as if he were at home.

Naga bent down and lit it for him.

Ava sat down opposite him, gently fanned the air with her hand, then covered her mouth and nose with a look of disgust.

"Mr. Chen, I've heard Cole talk about you. He speaks highly of you, saying you're the best boss in the world, one of a kind. But to me, you seem a bit rude."

The ghost stood to one side, its back slightly straightened, a smile on its face.

Chen Mo spoke while smoking:

"Ms. Carter, this is America, a world of money. I have plenty of money and don't need to be polite to anyone. If you think I'm being rude, it's because you haven't named your price yet."

The ghost and the Naga both smiled.

Ava froze, staring wide-eyed as she looked Chen Mo up and down again.

She steadied herself and decided to take back the initiative.

"Mr. Chen, you're an interesting person. It seems Cole's judgment was correct."

This compliment was delivered from a superior position.

It's like praising a funny pet.

Chen Mo exhaled a puff of smoke and got straight to the point:

"Name your price, my time is very valuable."

Ava stared at him for two seconds, then tentatively gave a number:

"280 billion US dollars!"

This price far exceeds the actual value of the law firm.

Her asking price was both an exorbitant demand and a test.

They were even more eager to see this Chinese man back down in the face of difficulty.

Chen Mo didn't even lift his eyelids:

"become."

He took out a Swiss bank card, handed it to the ghost, and instructed him to complete the formalities.

There was a few seconds of silence in the living room.

Naga's fingers, which were holding the cigarette, visibly paused for a moment.

Two hundred and eighty billion US dollars.

He couldn't earn that much even if he killed people his whole life.

He suddenly realized that his job as an assassin paid a bit too little.

The ghost took the bank card with both hands, bowing even deeper than usual.

"Please rest assured, I will take care of everything; this is my profession."

Only Chen Mo seemed to have just bought a cup of coffee.

Ava's pupils contracted slightly, and she instinctively sat up straight.

Two hundred and eighty billion—she herself knows how outrageous that number is.

She told him this in the hopes that he would back down.

As a result, he didn't even lift his eyelids.

Her family background, beauty, and wealth, which she had always been proud of, seemed to have no effect whatsoever in front of this man.

This money certainly wasn't given away for free.

Chen Mo knew in his heart that he would make double the money back from the United States later.

Moreover, after sleeping with this woman, aside from the ghost's share, the money returned to his pocket.

The ghost put away the bank card and casually added:

"Boss, Ava will arrange appointments for those two tomorrow."

Ava raised an eyebrow and did not refuse.

She knew about this; having just received 28 billion, this was nothing more than a small favor.

She glanced at the man on the sofa out of the corner of her eye.

Who exactly is this person?

Even a ghost would treat him with utmost respect;

He gave me 28 billion without hesitation.

For the first time, her curiosity overcame her arrogance.

Chen Mo stood up and waved to Ghost and Naga:

"You two can leave now."

Before Naga could say anything more, the ghost grabbed his sleeve and dragged him away.

The ghost bowed slightly:

"Boss, have a wonderful evening."

Naga didn't understand these convoluted explanations and scratched his head:

"Boss, do you need my help?"

The ghost glanced at him:

"Shut up, Naga."

Naga shrank back, fell silent, and followed the ghost away.

The huge villa living room was empty except for the two of them.

The atmosphere changed abruptly.

Ava then came to her senses, somewhat angry:

"Mr. Chen, why don't you leave?"

"My villa has been seized by your government, and I have nowhere to sleep."

Chen Mo sat back down on the sofa.

"This place is perfect, I'm very satisfied."

Ava frowned:

"Mr. Chen, do you know what happens when you offend a senator's daughter?"

Chen Mo shook his head:

"I don't know, but I'll give it a try."