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

After saying that, Rhodes smiled and looked at Chen Mo, waiting for him to react.

He had considered slamming his fist on the table, giving a cold look, storming off, or even resorting to violence.

They had investigated Chen Mo long ago; his woman was here, his businesses were here, and he was based in America.

In his view, Chen Mo had no other choice.

"I can go with you."

Chen Mo spoke calmly.

Rhodes paused for a moment.

can?

"Mr. Chen is indeed straightforward."

He smiled.

Chen Mo looked into his eyes.

"But I need to know one thing first. What exactly is this secret you know?"

Rhodes did not answer immediately.

This secret was originally meant to be revealed at the bureau level.

He thought again and realized it wouldn't hurt to say it.

This person either cooperates or disappears; there is no third option.

He sized up Chen Mo for two seconds, then suddenly snapped his fingers with a smile.

"The answer lies with your women, Mr. Chen."

Chen Mo's hand, which was holding the teacup, paused in mid-air.

Dual cultivation!

Any woman who has practiced dual cultivation with him will have her skin become whiter and smoother.

Chinese women are like this, but foreign women get even more benefits; even their body odor disappears completely.

The most obvious examples are Amy and her two friends.

Her skin was so smooth and youthful, it looked like she had been given a new layer of skin. Walking on campus, she attracted many more admiring glances.

Others might just think it's because of good makeup, but he knows the real story.

Ava and Victoria are the same.

Both of them are in their early thirties, and their skin is now so white it glows; if you look closely, you can't find a single fine line.

This change may fool outsiders, but it cannot fool those who are observant.

It turned out to be the case.

No wonder Rhodes stared at each of his women at the manor gate, making clicking noises as he looked at them.

That's not lust.

That's for inspecting the goods.

He even praised her at the time, saying, "Her taste is even better than rumored."

Chen Mo initially thought he was being sarcastic, but now he realized that the person's praise had a different meaning.

The prosecutor's phone call also mentioned "secrets," which most likely referred to the same thing.

Could there be any connection between these two groups?

"Mr. Chen, do you know, you're like a walking miracle."

Rhodes leaned forward.

"The genes of every woman you've slept with have been rewritten. The bureau has compiled a whole wall of data comparisons. Before I met you, after I met you, my God, they're completely different people."

Do you know what this means?

His voice lowered.

"This means that you yourself will be the most valuable discovery of this century. Without a doubt."

He smiled.

"So, come with us. I guarantee you'll receive presidential suite-level treatment."

Chen Mo understood.

The cooperation was a pretense; the real purpose was research.

Rhodes wanted to trick him into being locked up, having his blood drawn, sliced, and used as a lab rat for research.

The results have rewritten the genes of all Westerners.

Well thought out.

These people want to use him as a guinea pig.

They must die.

Rhodes noticed his expression and stopped smiling.

Rhodes raised both hands

"Hey, don't be so quick to glare at me, Mr. Chen."

"If you're in America, you have to abide by American rules. Cooperating is better for everyone."

"What if I don't cooperate?"

Chen Mo's eyes were icy cold.

"You will agree."

Rhodes slowly took a sip of tea.

"By the way, you probably don't know what the Secret Service does."

He said slowly.

"Visas? With a single word from us, anyone's plane will never land. Customs? We can make someone vanish from the entire system with a flick of the wrist. Banks? Just a phone call away."

He paused.

"Your women are all here, you can't run away."

He looked at Chen Mo and reminded him again.

"Oh, by the way, your family is still in China, right? Don't worry, we can't reach that far."

He grinned.

"But coincidentally, there are plenty of people in China willing to do things for us."

The pavilion was quiet for a few seconds.

The sound of the stream suddenly seemed very far away.

Chen Mo picked up the teacup, took a sip, and put it down.

The cup landed on the stone table with a very soft sound.

"Rhodes, you have no idea how strong I am."

Rhodes smiled.

He took out his phone, opened a document, and turned the screen towards Chen Mo, as if reading an interesting movie synopsis.

"Chen Mo, a Chinese national, just entered Los Angeles this year. He killed more than seventy people in one night at an underground boxing match. I still have a copy of the surveillance footage from the boxing ring on my phone."

Rhodes looked up at him and smiled.

"Honestly, when I first watched this video, I was completely blown away by your Chinese kung fu, and I even applauded you. That's something no human could do, don't you think?"

He made a swipe with his finger.

"Last night's multi-billion dollar bounty caused chaos throughout Los Angeles. Wasn't that your doing?"

He made another stroke.

"Furthermore, you're not only a skilled fighter, but also a highly skilled hacker. The FBI's system was compromised, and your file was completely wiped clean. There are probably no more than five people in the world with that kind of hacking ability."

Rhodes put away his phone, looking confident of victory.

"So you see, Mr. Chen, we know your background perfectly well."

He shrugged.

"Please cooperate and don't make things difficult for me."

Chen Mo asked:

"How many people in your department have seen these documents?"

Rhodes casually spread his hands.

"You know what you need to know. So don't even think about bargaining, my friend."

Chen Mo nodded.

Well done, you know everything you need to know.

His heart sank at first.

He had already used a program to delete all information about himself from the internet.

Photos, videos, archives—every piece of information about him was gone.

But Rhodes still had some.

There is only one explanation.

The Secret Service has its own internal network that is not connected to the public internet, so its programs cannot access it.

He then realized what was happening.

It doesn't connect to the public internet, so outsiders can't access it.

But the phone in Rhodes's hand happened to be a terminal on the internal network.

As long as he can connect, he can slip inside the phone.

We can find out how many people were involved, who signed the document, their names, and where they live.

That was a list.

It was also a list to be silenced.

Thinking of this, Chen Mo stopped pretending.

He raised his hand and pointed his index finger at Rhodes' head.

Rhodes thought he was about to get angry and yell at him, and his lips had just parted in a smile.

"Mr. Chen, pointing at people is very impolite..."

A sudden sharp pain shot through my forehead.

It felt like a red-hot needle piercing through the center of the forehead.

Rhodes opened his mouth, but didn't say a word.

The smile was still on his face, but his gaze gradually faded, and his consciousness sank inch by inch.

He never understood it until his death.

I didn't say anything wrong.

How dare they make a move? How were they able to do it?

He fell backward and crashed onto the floor of the pavilion with a dull thud.

On the stone table, his cup of tea was still steaming.

Chen Mo bent down to pick up the phone, and after a while, he received a list.

Chen Mo packaged the list and sent it to Vera, along with a note.

"Everyone on the list will be eliminated."

At this moment, Vera is lying on her bed in Ava's villa.

The number one assassin on the dark web was exhausted from dual cultivation last night and is still asleep.

My phone vibrated.

She picked up her phone and opened the message; it was a list.

Of the forty-three names, most were in Los Angeles, and the rest were in Washington, D.C.

She flexed her wrists.

We can start work tonight.

Chen Mo sent two more commands to Ghost.

"Have Naga come over and deal with Rhodes' body. You go and take care of those Secret Service agents at the door."

"Also, investigate five people. The five actresses I slept with when I first came to America. Leave none alive."