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

The black Lincoln sedan smoothly drove away from Los Angeles International Airport and merged into the suburban traffic. The palm trees on both sides of the road rushed past, exuding the unique heat of the West Coast.

The back of the car was spacious and quiet. Chen Mo sat by the window, a cigarette between his fingers.

The ghost beside him stood tall and straight, dressed in a well-tailored dark gray suit, which made him appear even more composed and noble, showing no trace of ruthlessness.

The driver in the front seat kept his eyes fixed on the road and remained silent throughout, clearly a highly reliable confidant.

Chen Mo tapped the soft leather armrest of the seat twice with his fingertips, his tone indifferent.

"This car is nice. Is it yours? It must have cost a lot."

The ghost slowly turned its head, a faint smile on its lips, its voice deep and pleasant, exuding a composed elegance.

"I bought it last year from a bankrupt senator. The car is in excellent condition. I've always had a penchant for collecting classic and high-quality items, including cars. I still have a few in my villa garage. I'll take you there to see them sometime."

Chen Mo nodded slightly, without any further pleasantries, and immediately changed the subject.

"I've always called you Ghost. What's your real name?"

The carriage fell silent for a moment. Ghost looked out the window at the city street scene and tapped his fingertips lightly on his knee twice.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately reached into his suit pocket, pulled out a business card, and presented it to Chen Mo with both hands, his movements gentlemanly and proper.

"Damon Cole, a professional lawyer and partner at Cole LLP."

Chen Mo reached out and took the business card. It was printed with gold foil embossing, and the paper was thick and textured. The name of the law firm, contact information, and the address of a Grade A office building in downtown Los Angeles were clearly printed on it. Every detail showed the elegance of an elite.

He twirled the business card between his fingers, his tone calm and even.

"So your main profession is lawyer, and your side job is assassin?"

Upon hearing this, Ghost slowly and deliberately straightened the cuffs of his exquisite suit.

"To be precise, being a hitman is my main profession, and being a lawyer is my side job."

Being a lawyer is merely a convenient facade. With this identity, I can freely enter and exit all kinds of high-end occasions and meet all sorts of people.

However, drafting contracts and appearing in court are too tedious, far less exciting than taking on a commission and studying the target's course of action.

He paused, his fingertips curling slightly, a suppressed fervor hidden in his tone.

"My hands would tremble at those times, not from nervousness, but from the anticipation before the hunt."

Chen Mo flicked the ash from his fingertips, and the ash fell into the car's ashtray.

"So, when you took on my commission, was it work or a hobby?"

The ghost gave him a deep look, a pleasant smile slowly curving up at the corners of its lips, its eyes full of approval.

"Both. Boss, my villa and collection require expensive medical supplies to maintain, and earning a high salary in the industry I love is the best thing for me."

"This is indeed something to be happy about; only with passion can you create better works."

"Boss, it's always been a pleasure talking to you. Most people would spout empty platitudes when talking to someone of my status, but you only speak the facts and don't waste words."

Chen Mo leaned back in the soft chair, his posture languid.

"I've never liked nonsense. Cole, from now on, you're my personal lawyer."

Upon hearing this, Ghost immediately straightened his tie, leaned forward slightly, and extended his hand to Chen Mo, his tone still elegant.

"It is my honor. My rate is $800 per hour. Billing will begin from this moment on."

Chen Mo reached out and shook hands with him, his grip firm and his tone crisp.

"make a deal."

Chen Mo casually stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and, without any further preamble, stated his needs directly.

"Attorney Cole, two things. First, I want to buy a luxury mansion in Los Angeles, with no budget limit, and the location and amenities must be top-notch."

"Secondly, I need a batch of heavy weapons, including RPGs, rocket launchers, high-explosive warheads, Barrett anti-materiel sniper rifles, heavy machine guns, and the like I mentioned before. I need to get them as soon as possible."

Ghost remained calm and composed, taking out his phone from his suit pocket and quickly making a note in the notes app.

"Heavy weapons are strictly controlled, and ordinary underground retailers cannot obtain top-of-the-line products, which can easily lead to hidden dangers. I know several senior underground arms dealers. We often play golf together, and their supply channels are far superior to those of ordinary merchants. However, they never serve new customers. With my guarantee, we can directly connect with them."

"When can we meet?"

Chen Mo asked in a deep voice, as he had no patience to wait any longer.

Ghost put the phone back into its inner pocket, leaned back in its chair, and softened its tone:

"It can happen tonight. There's a secret underground boxing match in Los Angeles tonight, orchestrated privately by several of the city's top billionaires."

This boxing match is never open to the public; those who attend are all wealthy and influential celebrities and stars, and the arms dealers will also be there.

They possess wealth they could never spend, and ordinary casinos and entertainment venues simply cannot satisfy their thirst for thrills.

He spoke calmly, yet uttered extremely cruel rules, as if recounting something utterly ordinary.

"The contestants in the ring are all outlaws and death row inmates. There are no referees and no rules. The duel only ends when one side is completely dead."

The wealthy sit in their private stands, sipping wine, placing bets, and finding amusement in watching lives slip away before their eyes.

Those who survive will receive a huge reward, and those on death row will be granted their freedom. Those who lose will be carried out and thrown into the sea to be fed to the fish.

They called this brutal slaughter "primitive pleasure," believing it to be the ultimate thrill that could not be found in the civilized world.

After listening, Chen Mo remained silent for a couple of breaths, then a cold smile appeared on his lips.

After breaking through to the Inner Strength Realm, he was already invincible among the mortals of Blue Star. He was just worried about having nowhere to show off his skills, and this ruleless death match was exactly what he wanted.

The ghost looked at his expression and asked softly.

"Are you interested in this boxing match? If you'd like to place a bet, I can arrange it for you."

Chen Mo raised his eyes, his gaze sharp, his tone carrying an undeniable forcefulness.

"I want to take the game myself and bet on myself to win!"

Upon hearing this, Ghost's eyes flashed with surprise, followed by a deeper sense of amusement and approval.

He didn't ask Chen Mo about his confidence, but instead slowly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a meaningful smile.

Without saying another word, I leaned back in my seat and quietly watched the city lights rushing past the window. The only sound in the carriage was the steady hum of the engine, but undercurrents were stirring within.

The Lincoln limousine eventually stopped in front of a five-star hotel in downtown Los Angeles. The doorman quickly stepped forward, opened the car door, and greeted the passengers with utmost respect.

Ghost got out of the car first, walked around to the other side to open the car door for Chen Mo, then walked into the hotel lobby, took a room key for a top-floor suite from the front desk, and handed it to Chen Mo.

"Boss, please rest in the suite for a few hours. I will pick you up at 10 p.m. sharp. The boxing match will officially start at midnight. The location is secluded, so you need to go there in advance to prepare."

The ghost's tone was delicate, his arrangements were impeccable, and he displayed the demeanor of a true gentleman.

Chen Mo took the room key, nodded slightly, turned around and walked into the elevator, going straight to the top floor.

The suite is spacious and luxurious, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering panoramic views of the Los Angeles cityscape.

The afterglow of the setting sun spread across the sky, dyeing the entire horizon a brilliant orange-red, and the evening breeze blew in through the slightly open window, carrying a touch of warmth.

Chen Mo went into the bathroom, took a shower, changed into a clean and comfortable set of casual clothes, sat down on the sofa, closed his eyes to rest for a moment, and then, with a thought, directly sank into the bronze ring on his fingertip.

原本只有4×2×2十六立方的储物空间，在他突破到内力境后又扩容，变成了8×4×4，整整一百二十八立方的宽敞空间。

The interior was neat and orderly, containing elixirs, off-road motorcycles, and books and electronic materials on disguise techniques and hacking skills that he had collected before setting off.

He had already buried the bodies of the Li family members and Zhao Yong, which he had taken in from the Tianxuan Continent, in an unknown, desolate mountain, without leaving a trace.

Looking at the enormous storage space, a hint of satisfaction flashed in Chen Mo's eyes.

One hundred and twenty-eight cubic meters is enough for him to hide an entire small armory, and he will no longer have to worry about storage when purchasing heavy weapons in the future.

I'm definitely going to buy more this time; if I don't have enough money, I'll make money from US stocks.

He slowly opened his eyes, twirled the Damon Cole business card in his hand between his fingers, and then, with a thought, put the card into his bronze ring.

Then he sat on the sofa, chatting with three foreign girls while smoking and waiting for the ghost.

P.S.: There will be another chapter later.

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