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

Early morning, hotel suite.

The room was a mess, with clothes piled up on the floor and several people sleeping haphazardly together.

Last night, Chen Mo brought glory to the country, demonstrating his strong patriotism!

Dual cultivation skill proficiency +1800

Dual cultivation (Completion: 3600/30000)

[Grade: Dual Cultivation Technique]

[Description: The art of Yin-Yang harmony uses Qi and blood as a medium to facilitate the mutual flow and support of meridians between the two parties. Upon reaching a high level of mastery, both the practitioner and their partner can receive comprehensive attribute boosts and enhancements to appearance and demeanor.]

【自身特效：力量+100%、体质+100%、敏捷+100%、精神+100%、魅力+100%】

[Target Effects: Skin becomes fair and delicate, complexion becomes rosy, pores disappear, radiance increases, physical condition is significantly enhanced, lifespan is extended, body odor is naturally eliminated and replaced with a light, pleasant fragrance]

The blonde actress was the first to wake up. She groggily walked into the bathroom, rubbed her eyes in front of the mirror, and then screamed.

"Ah...! Oh my god! My face! Where are my pores! Where are my fine lines!"

The other five women were so startled by the scream that they jumped out of bed.

"What happened?"

"My god! My skin!"

A woman in a dark green sundress rushed into the bathroom barefoot, followed by a third and a fourth.

The six people crowded in front of the mirror, touching each other's faces and pinching each other's arms, each more excited than the last.

"Your scent has changed! That body odor is gone!"

"You too! Smell me, what's that scent on me?"

"Chen! You're such a mysterious man!"

"Not only do you possess martial arts skills and strength, but you also possess incredible magic!"

All six people turned to look at the bedroom at the same time.

Chen Mo had already put on his pants and was leaning against the window shirtless, with a freshly lit cigarette between his fingers.

Morning light streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating his well-defined abdominal muscles.

The foreign woman was physically strong and durable, but she had a strong body odor, so Chen Mo couldn't bring himself to kiss her.

However, Chen Mo did not expect that the dual cultivation skill would also work on the foreign woman, and he felt that he had lost out big time.

The blonde actress was the first to rush out and hug his arm, her entire arm sinking into it.

"Chen! What exactly did you do to us? My skin, my pores—I spend hundreds of thousands of dollars on cosmetic procedures every year and I still don't see this effect!"

Chen Mo flicked away the cigarette ash, his tone flat:

"As I mentioned last night, traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture has a cosmetic effect. Since you have a lot of dampness in your body, the needles were inserted quite deeply and many times last night, and the effect is quite good."

"Acupuncture? With your needles?"

A woman in a dark green sundress poked her head out of the bathroom, her face still wet with water droplets.

"You pricked each of us several times last night."

Another person came out and hugged his other hand.

"If you didn't look Chinese, I would have suspected you were a Black person."

"Chen, I need one more treatment."

Chen Mo pulled his hand away, put the cigarette in his mouth, picked up the shirt draped over the back of the chair, and began to button it.

"Please make an appointment in advance next time; I have something to do today."

After saying that, Chen Mo called Ghost.

"Come pick me up from the hotel."

"Boss, I'm downstairs at the hotel."

Chen Mo hung up the phone, and the blonde actress climbed over from the bed and grabbed his wrist.

"Don't go, give us one more treatment..."

Chen Mo looked down at her, took the cigarette out of his mouth, and blew a puff of smoke in her face.

She choked and squinted, letting go of his hand.

He put the cigarette back in his mouth, picked up his coat, and walked towards the door, leaving behind a remark:

"The medications I use for treatment are very expensive. This trial is free for you; you'll be charged afterward. Ladies, if you want to book an appointment with me next time, remember to bring your scalpel!"

The door closed behind him.

Six naked women crowded at the bathroom door, glanced at each other, and then laughed excitedly at the same time.

"Chen is an interesting, strong, and mysterious Eastern man. I want to have him."

"Bitch, Chen is mine..."

The group immediately started tearing each other apart.

A stretched Lincoln was already waiting at the hotel entrance.

Ghost leaned against the car door and saw Chen Mo get out, open the back door, and put on a gentlemanly smile.

"Boss, it seems you had a wonderful night."

Ghost got on the bus from the other side and sat opposite Chen Mo.

"Sam's side is all set. The warehouse is in East Los Angeles, a forty-minute drive away."

Chen Mo nodded, took out another cigarette, and Ghost lit it for him, then handed him a folder:

"The villa you asked me to find yesterday. Beverly Hills, priced at $180 million. The original owner was the founder of a tech company, which went bankrupt and he urgently needed to cash out."

Spanning twelve acres, the property features nine bedrooms, a private cinema, a wine cellar, an infinity pool, and an underground garage that can accommodate twelve cars.

Most importantly, there's an underground cellar that was originally used to store wine; with a little renovation, it could become a private arsenal.

Chen Mo opened the folder, glanced at the aerial photos of the manor, and closed it.

"Buy it."

"US$180 million, the homeowner is in a hurry to sell, so there should be room for negotiation."

"That's your problem. I only care about the results. I'll transfer two hundred million US dollars to you later. How much you can negotiate depends on your ability. The rest will be your payment."

Chen Mo leaned back in the leather seat and put a cigarette in his mouth.

"From now on in Los Angeles, you will be my personal lawyer and asset manager. Salary will be calculated separately."

The ghost's smile deepened; he straightened his tie and gave a slight bow.

"Boss, you're giving me too much."

"You're worth the price."

The ghost did not refuse.

East Los Angeles, private warehouse district.

As soon as the Lincoln came to a stop, Sam personally went over and opened the car door.

He was followed by several distributors, all of whom had witnessed the "reaping of death" by the cage last night.

Sam's attitude underwent a complete 180-degree change.

The arms dealer, who was putting on airs and testing the waters last night, now stands ramrod straight and speaks with the respect of someone receiving a superior.

"Mr. Chen, welcome."

He personally opened the warehouse's iron gate.

"All the items on the list are ready; you can inspect them one by one."

Inside the warehouse, all the weapons were laid out.

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

Chen Mo examined each item one by one, picked up a Barrett rifle, pulled the bolt to check the rifling, and then picked up an RPG to weigh it.

"I personally supervised the packing of this batch of goods, and I checked every single item."

After Sam quoted the total price, he suddenly lowered his voice.

"Mr. Death, there's something I have to confess. I bet 30 million on Harry's boxing match last night."

Chen Mo put down the Barrett and turned to look at him.

"Mr. Sam, I regret your loss of thirty million US dollars. If you had trusted me back then, you would definitely be making a fortune now, just like me, making five billion US dollars!"

Sam's face was grim; watching Chen Mo make a fortune was more painful than killing him.

"I lost a lot of money on this deal, and I hope Mr. Chen will take good care of my business."

Chen Mo looked at him, took a drag of his cigarette, and then reached out his hand.

"Mr. Sam, my needs are huge. As long as you have the ability to procure missiles and fighter jets, I can buy them."

Chen Mo put the Barrett back into the wooden box.

"For future orders, you'll handle them directly with Cole. Once the villa and estate are ready, send all the weapons there."

Sam was shocked by Chen Mo's words and nodded numbly.

"No...no problem."

All the equipment was packed up, and the full payment was settled. It wasn't much, only a little over two hundred thousand US dollars.

Just as Chen Mo and Ghost got back into the Lincoln, their phones rang.

He picked it up and saw it was a video call from Amy.

Press the answer button.

On the screen, Amy's excited face almost filled the entire frame:

"Chen! We saw your video last night! Everyone online is talking about 'Eastern Grim Reaper'! That's you, right?! You're so cool!"

Before Chen Mo could answer, Sophie's face squeezed in from the left:

"My God, we actually met you on the plane! Do you know how many people want your contact information right now?!"

Lily's face squeezed in from the right, and the three girls were crammed into one screen, talking all at once, giving Chen Mo no chance to interrupt:

"Chen! Are you free today? We promised to take you to Santa Monica to watch the sunset! You can't stand us up!"

Chen Mo leaned back in his seat, a slight smile playing on his lips:

I'm free this afternoon.

The three girls screamed at the same time.

Amy eagerly suggested they book a restaurant right away, while Sophie called after her to book the best seats.

See you this afternoon.

Chen Mo hung up the phone, tossed it back into his pocket, and a smile still lingered on his lips.

Ghost took another bottle of ice water from the car's refrigerator and handed it to Chen Mo:

"Boss, underground boxing matches are generally not allowed to be recorded and uploaded online. Should I handle this?"

"No need, I can do it myself."

It's time to learn hacking techniques!

P.S.: I really want to give up, I really want to lie down and relax. I don't know when I'll ever achieve financial freedom. There's still one chapter left to write, I'm so tired.