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

Chen Mo's words were straightforward and domineering, hitting the core demands of businessmen in every sentence.

Sam remained silent for several seconds, his fingers tapping the armrest suddenly stopping. The distributors beside him exchanged glances, their faces filled with shock.

Having been in the business for years, they had never seen anyone so cleanly and decisively seize all the initiative in front of Sam.

"Go on."

Sam said in a deep voice, his tone less arrogant.

"I don't have the patience to play these low-level games with you, Mr. Sam. My time is precious."

Chen Mo's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable force.

Seeing Sam completely overwhelmed by Chen Mo, the fat man with the gold chain, eager to salvage the situation, slammed his hand on the table, his massive frame rising to his feet. Pointing at Chen Mo, he unleashed a furious curse:

"Fuck! Kid, who the hell do you think you are! How dare you talk to Mr. Sam like that? You won't be leaving this room alive!"

Chen Mo didn't even spare a glance for the fat man, still holding his wine glass, took another sip, slowly put the glass down, turned to look at Sam, and spoke with a hint of impatience:

"Mr. Sam, your servant is rude. He interrupted me twice, wasting my time and making me very unhappy."

"What the fuck—"

The fat man was completely enraged, his face turning bright red. He immediately pulled out a pistol from his waist and charged menacingly at Chen Mo, intending to teach Chen Mo a lesson.

Chen Mo's dynamic vision and reflexes have long surpassed those of humans on Earth; the fat man's movements appear ridiculously slow to him.

Chen Mo calmly put the cigarette in his mouth, and his figure moved instantly, so fast that everyone only saw a blur.

The next second, he was in front of the fat man, his left hand suddenly reaching out and grabbing the fat man's neck tightly.

With a little effort, he lifted the burly man weighing over 250 pounds with one hand!

The fat man couldn't even utter a cry of alarm. He slammed the pistol in his hand to the ground and frantically pounded on Chen Mo's arm with both hands. His face turned red and purple as he struggled to breathe.

The situation changed suddenly, and the others in the private room reacted instantly, drawing their pistols and pointing their black muzzles at Chen Mo. The atmosphere instantly became extremely tense.

The ghost standing to the side remained quietly in place.

His expression remained completely calm, as if the tense situation before him had nothing to do with him; he still trusted Chen Mo completely.

"Fuck!"

"Shit!"

"Just how strong is he?!"

Chen Mo completely ignored the several gun barrels pointed at him and the struggling fat man in his arms, calmly smoking a cigarette and slowly taking a puff.

He carried the fat man step by step to Sam.

"Mr. Sam, I told you, I'm here to deliver a big business deal, not to play childish games with you."

Chen Mo flicked away the cigarette ash with his right hand, his tone eerily calm, as if he weren't holding someone on the verge of suffocation.

Sam saw the fat man's face growing increasingly purple and his eyes becoming increasingly unfocused, and he quickly looked at Chen Mo.

"Put him down first!"

The fat guy was his underling, standing up for him and standing up for him. If he couldn't protect the fat guy, it would damage his prestige, and would his underlings still dare to work for him in the future?

Chen Mo took a drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke directly into Sam's face, his tone indifferent:

"You think I'll just release it because you say so?"

Sam's eyes instantly turned icy cold, his entire body radiating killing intent: "Kid! You're asking for death!"

Chen Mo remained unmoved, casually loosening his tie with his right hand, still smoking a cigarette, his eyes cold and fearless.

"You're welcome to try and see who dies first, you or me."

Sam met Chen Mo's eyes and felt a chill run down his spine. Those were calm, murderous eyes, devoid of any panic.

He had no doubt that this young man in front of him would actually dare to make a move on the spot!

And the consequences...

At this moment, the fat man whose neck was being choked began to roll his eyes back, and the strength of his struggle with his hands grew weaker and weaker until he gradually stopped moving. He was about to suffocate and die.

Sam's expression changed several times, but he finally had to back down, lower his stance, and apologize to Chen Mo:

"Alright, I apologize. We were rude and presumptuous just now and disturbed you. Please forgive us. Please release my men, and I'm willing to discuss business with you properly."

Chen Mo's lips curled slightly, and his tone instantly became calm, as if the tense standoff had never occurred.

"That's right. I'm just a businessman who likes guns. If I had said that earlier, there wouldn't have been these misunderstandings."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Mo released his left hand, and the fat man's massive body slammed heavily to the ground, coughing violently and panting heavily.

Sam's face darkened, and he coldly ordered his subordinates:

"Take him out."

Two henchmen immediately stepped forward, lifted the fat man who was slumped on the ground, and dragged him out of the private room in a disheveled state.

Chen Mo took out another cigarette and sat back down on the sofa opposite him.

The ghost stepped forward and respectfully lit the cigarette for him again, a smile of admiration always on its lips.

The huge private room became completely quiet; you could hear a pin drop.

Sam stared at Chen Mo for a long time. All the arrogance and probing he had shown before had faded away, and his eyes were now filled with solemnity and apprehension.

"You... are special."

Sam said in a deep voice.

Chen Mo looked up at him, not wanting to waste any more time:

"Mr. Sam, let's talk business instead."

"I don't like beating around the bush, and you don't need to test me anymore. You just need to know that I can bring you enough benefits to make your heart flutter."

Sam leaned forward slightly, abandoning all his airs for the first time, and personally picked up the wine glass on the table, his tone completely softening: "Okay, tell me your needs."

Chen Mo remained calm and composed, yet he rattled off a list of weapons that sent shockwaves through everyone present:

"Five RPG rocket launchers, fifty high-explosive rounds; two Barrett anti-materiel sniper rifles, two hundred rounds of dedicated armor-piercing ammunition; four M249 light machine guns, fifty ammunition belts; fifty C4 explosives, two boxes of hand grenades, and ten smoke grenades."

He tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, his gaze resolute, his tone leaving no room for argument:

"This is the first trial order. We will continue to order in this quantity. We will settle the payment in full and will never delay payment."

The entire private room seemed to have been instantly emptied of all air, leaving it deathly silent.

Several distributors stared intently at Chen Mo, their eyes filled with shock as they scrutinized him.

Trying to find a trace of joking on his face, they eventually discovered that Chen Mo was calm and not exaggerating at all.

This is not a normal arms purchase; it's about emptying out a small arms depot!

Sam remained silent for a long while before suppressing his shock and asking for confirmation:

"This shipment is enough to arm a complete private security company. You're going to take it all by yourself?"

Chen Mo glanced at him indifferently, his tone forceful:

"You only need to worry about whether your inventory is sufficient; you don't need to worry about anything else."

Sam leaned back on the sofa, looking at Chen Mo, who exuded an aura of authority and was in complete control of the situation. He finally let go of all his airs and was filled with seriousness.

"In all my years in this business, this is the first time I've encountered someone like you. An Asian face, and you're asking for arms-level orders right off the bat. Are you sure you can maintain a stable volume of orders in the long run?"

"I can guarantee that your business will reach a new level because of me, far exceeding the total revenue from all your current clients combined."

Chen Mo stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, his tone firm, and directly established the new rules:

"Your old rules don't apply to me anymore. From now on, you have to follow my rules."

Tomorrow, I'll go directly to your warehouse to check the stock. If the goods are of good quality, I'll settle the full payment on the spot. For future cooperation, I can request goods anytime, and you can have them ready immediately—no procedures required.

Sam looked at Chen Mo, and without the slightest hesitation, immediately extended his hand, his tone extremely solemn:

"Okay, we'll do it your way!"

Chen Mo reached out and shook hands with him tightly, his strength steady and his aura completely overwhelming Sam.

From the moment he stepped into this place, Chen Mo redefined the rules.

After finalizing the arms deal, Chen Mo took out a bank card and handed it to Ghost.

"Cole, sign me up for the Death Boxing match, then bet on me to win. We need to make some money off the arms!"

"Okay, Boss. I'll get right on it."

P.S.: There will be another chapter later, I'm currently writing it...