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

When Chen Mo came out of the dormitory building, Ghost's Lincoln was already parked downstairs.

The driver opened the back door, and he bent down and sat inside.

Ghost sat opposite him, holding a freshly brewed cup of coffee, dressed in a sharp suit and tie.

"Good morning, Boss."

The ghost handed over the coffee.

"How did last night's English class go?"

"It's alright. It's just that the neighbors have been knocking on the wall a few times."

Chen Mo took the coffee and took a sip.

"How's it going on your end?"

The ghost pulled a document from his briefcase and handed it to him.

"The police only issued a verbal summons, not a legally binding warrant for arrest."

"I will act as your personal lawyer and handle this matter directly with the police through the law firm."

Furthermore, the surveillance evidence of the beach shooting is conclusive; we acted in self-defense. The police have no reasonable grounds to detain us. This is just a verbal summons; you do not need to go to the police station in person.

The ghost finished speaking and straightened his cuffs.

Chen Mo handed the document to Ghost.

"I trust you to handle things. I'm entrusting this matter entirely to you."

The ghost nodded, then pulled another document from his briefcase and handed it to him.

"The manor I mentioned to you before has been acquired."

Chen Mo took the contract and flipped through it.

Beverly Hills, a twelve-acre estate.

"I have reviewed all the terms of the contract one by one, and there are no hidden problems. You can move in directly after you sign it."

"Pen."

Chen Mo extended his hand.

Ghost pulled a Montblanc pen from the inside pocket of his suit, unscrewed the cap, and handed it over.

Chen Mo signed his name on the last page.

"Have Sam deliver the last batch of weapons directly to the estate."

He returned the contract.

"I'll buy more, doubling the quantity."

"Understood, I'll arrange it immediately."

Ghost wrote down Chen Mo's requirements word for word in his notebook.

Chen Mo took out his phone and opened the bank's app.

First, three million US dollars were transferred to the ghost.

The two million was the reward for yesterday's gunfight. Ghost will give one million to the driver, and the remaining one million will be used to place additional weapon orders.

He then transferred $100,000 to each of Lily, Amy, and Sophia.

The transfer had just been completed when Lily's message popped up.

Chen, I'm going to repay you properly tonight.

Honey, soothe me with your softest heart.

Sofia sent me several photos directly.

[Dear Chen, thank you. Image jpg, image jpg]

Dear Sofia, you really understand my interests and hobbies.

Amy only replied with one sentence.

[Chen, I'm working hard to improve my spoken English, and my tongue is becoming more fluent.]

Wow, Honey, I'm starting to look forward to you teaching me English in person!

The ghost saw Chen Mo chatting and sat quietly without disturbing him.

Chen Mo chatted with the three women all the way, inviting them to stay at the manor that night.

The Lincoln drove into the heart of Beverly Hills, where palm trees were neatly trimmed on both sides of the road, and each estate was hidden at the end of a long driveway.

The car stopped in front of a French-style manor.

Roman columns support the porch, a Baroque fountain gurgles in the morning light, and the lawn is trimmed as if covered with a layer of green velvet.

Chen Mo got out of the car, stood on the driveway and looked around for a moment, his brows furrowing slightly.

This estate covers a vast area, offers excellent privacy, and uses top-quality materials in its decoration, exuding an aura of "I am very expensive" in every corner.

The ghost slowly walked to his side, holding a freshly brewed cup of tea and handing it to Chen Mo.

He took the teacup, sipped it gently, and glanced at the Baroque fountain and Collins capitals before him, his tone indifferent:

"The architectural details of this house are impeccable, with symmetrical lawns and exquisite carvings, imitating the luxury of Versailles Palace in every way. The materials are expensive and the craftsmanship is superb, but unfortunately, it lacks soul."

Chen Mo leaned back on the sofa and put a cigarette in his mouth.

The ghost stood beside him and said.

"There are too many houses like this in Beverly Hills. They seem extremely luxurious, but they lack the core that belongs to the owner. They are just cold piles of wealth, and people who live here cannot find a sense of belonging."

He straightened his suit.

"Standing in the hall, you can't see the owner's personality, his aesthetic sense, or what he cherishes most. It just tells you, 'I have money.'"

"Ghost, you're right."

Chen Mo took a drag of his cigarette, and the smoke rose slowly.

"American luxury villas are all built with money. They lack meaning, style, and aesthetic appeal."

The ghost turned around and looked at Chen Mo.

"Boss, what do you want to change it to?"

Chen Mo exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Song Dynasty Chinese Style"

The ghost's eyes curved slightly, and without saying a word, it simply nodded.

"The pinnacle of China's thousands of years of culture, from architecture to painting, from ceramics to gardens, was in the Song Dynasty."

Chen Mo stood up and held the cigarette between his fingers.

"I especially love the Chinese style, particularly the Chinese courtyards from the Song Dynasty."

Wooden beams and green tiles, winding paths leading to secluded spots, Taihu stones placed in the courtyard, and a waterside pavilion and long corridor built. Simple, elegant, and with blank space, it does not deliberately pile up luxury, but hides thousands of years of cultural heritage.

This kind of beauty isn't something money can buy; it's a refined aesthetic that comes from within.

The ghost came to the window.

"The Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York has a replica of a Suzhou courtyard. It's the only exhibit in the entire museum that isn't part of their collection. Everyone who walks to the entrance of that courtyard falls silent."

It's not because it's expensive, it's because it makes you feel like you should be quiet.

He said this without his usual gentlemanly smile, as if stating a fact.

"Every time I go to the Metropolitan, I sit in that courtyard for a long time. The kind of house a person chooses reveals the kind of person he is. Boss, you have a good eye for choosing."

Chen Mo took out his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and dialed a number.

The phone beeped several times before it was finally answered.

"Mr. Chen! What are your orders?"

"Boss Zhou, I have a big job."

Chen Mo flicked his cigarette ash and continued.

"I bought a 12-acre estate in Los Angeles, USA, and I want to convert it into a Song Dynasty-style Chinese villa."

Old Zhou remained silent for a moment.

"Twelve acres?"

"Um."

What's the budget?

"There's no limit. I'll transfer two hundred million US dollars to you first, and I'll add more if that's not enough. I want the best renovation workers and the best materials!"

Upon hearing that it was two hundred million US dollars, Boss Zhou readily agreed and immediately went to make preparations after hanging up the phone.

Chen Mo put a cigarette in his mouth and looked out the window at the Baroque fountain that was still making a splashing sound, already imagining what it would look like after it was replaced by Taihu stones.

"Boss, I'll go to the police station to finish up the formalities for the summons." Ghost straightened his suit and drove away with the driver.

The manor fell silent.

Chen Mo took out his laptop and started grinding for skill proficiency.

I spent the whole morning honing my learning skills to a high level.

[Learning (Maximum Mastery)]

[Grade: Special Support Skill]

[Description: Enhances the host's learning efficiency and knowledge absorption ability. The higher the proficiency, the stronger the learning ability.]

[Results: Learning efficiency +200%, comprehension +200%, memory +200%, reading speed +200%, knowledge absorption speed +200%]

[Additional Bonus: Proficiency increases by an additional 200% when learning other skills]

[Special Effect: Flow - After entering a learning state, the efficiency of mastery acquisition is increased by an additional 100%, lasting until the learning activity ends]

[Transcendental Realm Characteristic: Learning from All Things—Any information encountered by the host in any scenario can automatically trigger a learning assessment. Watching someone practice martial arts, automatically understanding the principles; listening to someone debate, automatically deconstructing the logic; perusing ancient texts, automatically reconstructing the knowledge system.]

Next, I worked on my hacking skills, which took me three hours to master.

[Hacking Techniques (Mastery Level: 0/10000)]

[Grade: Life Skill]

[Description: Capable of basic network penetration testing, information retrieval, trace cleanup, and simple attack and defense operations. With increased proficiency, it can bypass protection, track and locate targets, tamper with data, and conceal movements.]

[Effect: Network attack and defense capabilities +60%, system vulnerability discovery capabilities +60%, data tracking efficiency +60%, trace erasure speed +60%]

[Special Effect: Master of Stealth - Reduces the probability of being tracked by 90% when performing any network operation. Operation traces are automatically overwritten, IP addresses are automatically redirected, and physical locations are automatically obfuscated. As long as the host doesn't want to be discovered, no one can find them.]

Chen Mo immediately used hacking skills to delete the videos of the underground boxing match from the entire internet.

By the time all this was done, it was nearly evening.

The ghost called from the police station.

"Boss, I have some bad news."

"explain."

"Those wealthy individuals put pressure on the police department and directly applied for a formal summons from the local judge through high-ranking police officials. You will need to go to the police station in person."

"What time is it."

"10 a.m. tomorrow."