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

Chen Mo returned to the hotel's presidential suite.

Su Wan was making Thai stir-fried rice noodles in the kitchen, the sound of the spatula stirring and the aroma of oil wafting over.

Lu Xingyao was curled up on the sofa scrolling through Douyin, her legs propped up on the armrests. When she saw him come in, she looked up and said, "You're back," before looking down again to continue scrolling.

Chen Mo sat down and sent a message to Brother Long.

Keep an eye on General Basong for me, and let me know when he's in a good mood.

About half a minute later, Brother Long replied with a voice message.

"Okay. I heard that his daughter has been arguing with him recently and wants to go back to the United States. It's been a stalemate for almost a month. The general is in a bad mood, and it's probably related to this."

After listening, Chen Mo placed his phone face down on the table.

The daughter wants to go to the United States, but the father won't allow it. He thinks that contacting the US at this time would be bad luck, and besides, buying a Gatling gun isn't necessary, so there's no rush.

Su Wan brought over the stir-fried rice noodles.

On a white porcelain plate, rice noodles are coated with a thin layer of oil, with shrimp and egg pieces buried in the middle, and a few pieces of green kale garnished on the side.

She put down the plate and turned back to the kitchen.

Chen Mo picked up his chopsticks and took a bite. The rice noodles were soft and smooth, the shrimp were springy, and the salty and fresh fish sauce was sweet with the palm sugar.

In the evening, he went to Brother Long's warehouse alone.

Ah Kai waited at the door, handed over the keys, and left.

The warehouse door closed behind him, and five military green wooden crates were placed in a row against the wall.

The bronze ring is only two cubic meters in size, so the space is limited.

He first put some of it into the bronze ring, then traveled back to Tianxuan Courtyard and put it in the side room, then traveled back again, repeating this process several times.

While we're at it, let's also put the grain seeds from the bronze ring into the side room.

On the last trip, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

Chen Mo stopped and pressed himself against the door.

The rubber boots trotted on the cement floor at a leisurely pace.

A beam of flashlight light swept in through the crack in the door, flickered for a moment, and then moved away.

Someone outside muttered something in Thai, and then the footsteps faded into the distance.

He waited a moment, moved the last box, locked the door, and left.

After returning to the hotel and taking a shower, Su Wan was cleaning up the kitchen while Lu Xingyao changed into her pajamas and lay on the sofa scrolling through Douyin (TikTok).

Chen Mo had just sat down when his phone rang.

An unfamiliar number.

He pressed the answer button.

"Mr. Chen."

The ghost's voice came through the receiver, in Mandarin, with clear pronunciation and a calm, unhurried tone, carrying the air of an old-fashioned gentleman.

"I hope I haven't disturbed your wonderful evening."

"It's a ghost. Your call isn't considered a disturbance."

Chen Mo said, "You speak Chinese quite well."

"I learned from a tailor from Shanghai in Los Angeles. He made suits for me for seven years."

The ghost's tone carried a perfectly measured hint of pleasure.

"Language, like a suit, needs to be tailored properly to look presentable. He taught me to cut out unnecessary words, iron out any stiff parts, and pay attention to the collar and cuffs, just like the beginning and end of a sentence, which are the most important aspects and cannot be taken lightly."

"For seven years, you have been more loyal to him than most people are to their marriage."

The ghost chuckled softly.

"A good tailor is harder to find than a good wife."

"Then the suits he makes must be very expensive."

"It's worth it; good things are always worth it."

The ghost's tone changed naturally.

"By the way, the matter you asked me to handle has been arranged."

"explain."

"Mr. Wang Jun will have an accident the day after tomorrow afternoon."

The ghost's voice rose slightly at the end, as if introducing a main course that was about to be served.

"Scaffolding. The building across from his company, the exterior wall has been erected for half a month. I adjusted a few connectors so that the entire weight of the scaffolding rests on a single diagonal brace. That diagonal brace is now secured by only one pin. The pin is connected to a steel wire, and the other end of the steel wire is connected to a footboard."

He paused for a moment.

"The foot pedal was installed where he waited at the red light every day. The surface was the same as the road surface, but underneath was a mechanical lever. Only when a car weighed as much as his Mercedes S-Class would the foot pedal sink, the lever would pull the steel cable, and the cable would pull out the pin. Other cars wouldn't move at all when they ran over it because they weren't heavy enough. When his car ran over it, the pin was pulled out, and the frame started to tear from the third joint."

"From the moment the footrest sank to the moment the roof was smashed through, it took four seconds. Enough for him to see it, but not enough for him to dodge."

"I got a suit all dirty while designing this piece; that spot was just so dusty."

He paused, giving the other person time to imagine.

In fact, after listening to him for a long time, Chen Mo's head was completely blank, and he didn't understand anything.

How can you be sure he'll take that route?

The ghost chuckled softly, the kind of chuckle one makes when someone asks about something they're proud of.

"His driver would come to the same coffee shop every day at 9:10 to buy a cup of unsweetened Americano. Coincidentally, I also like coffee, and we became good friends and developed a deep friendship."

"I bought him coffee, and we had a very pleasant conversation. We talked about ties, coffee, and other things as well."

He paused for a moment.

"I gave him a burgundy knit tie, which matched his dark blue uniform perfectly. He wore it today."

"One tie for two lives."

If things go smoothly, it's quite obvious that the driver will likely die as well.

"Mr. Chen, you paid me four million for the results. As for how I treated people to coffee, how I gave them ties, how I spent an entire afternoon in that dusty place..."

The ghost's voice was neither hurried nor slow.

"The process is my responsibility; you just need to inspect it."

"I've changed my mind."

Chen Mo said.

There was a moment of silence on the ghost's side.

"Please speak."

There was a hint of interest in his voice.

"Don't kill him yet, cripple him. Leave him paralyzed in a hospital bed, conscious but unable to move. I'll visit him in person when I get back. Then, you can kill him."

The ghost whistled, its tone rising slightly.

"Boss, these are two jobs, you'll need extra pay."

"Ghost, I once told Naga that I am very rich, richer than you imagine, and I am very generous."

"Um--"

The ghost drew out a long sound, and the rustling of fabric came again, like he was adjusting his cuffs, or perhaps enjoying the process of bargaining.

"Let him die, that's one price; let him lie paralyzed waiting for you, that's another. The dead can't move, the living can. It has to be precise down to the spine, no complications, no release. It has to be like a package that's been signed for, perfectly intact, waiting for you to open it yourself."

He paused for a moment, then his tone became lighter.

"The difficulty has doubled, the time has doubled, and my suit dry cleaning costs have doubled too. Add another two million."

"I'll give you an extra four million."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Then the ghost let out a light laugh, with a hint of genuine pleasure.

It's not the joy of finding money, but the joy of a craftsman meeting a discerning buyer.

"Boss, you're exactly my type of boss. Generous, direct, and tasteful. It's a pleasure doing business with you."

"It's also very pleasant to chat with you."

Chen Mo said, "The person Naga introduced is very good."

"Boss, this line is free."

The phone hangs up.

Chen Mo placed his phone on the table.

Su Wan walked over from the kitchen, placed a cup of freshly brewed lemon tea beside him, asked nothing, and then went behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders and neck.

Locate the Jianjing acupoint with your thumb and gently massage it clockwise with moderate pressure.