The middle-aged man was startled and turned sharply to the side.
On the dimly lit street, a young man stood there.
The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, looking closely at the other person, and soon recognized his appearance.
He immediately identified him: "You? Chen Mo!"
Chen Mo smiled calmly: "As expected, you came for me. The car that followed me tonight was yours, wasn't it?"
The middle-aged man did not deny it: "That's right, it was mine."
"Do we know each other?" Chen Mo asked.
"No, this is the first time I've seen you in person."
"Then what business do you have climbing over my wall in the middle of the night?" Chen Mo continued to ask.
The middle-aged man's lips curved upwards, and a killing intent suddenly appeared in his eyes: "To kill you."
As the words fell, the middle-aged man suddenly moved.
With a step, he threw a punch towards Chen Mo's chest.
The middle-aged man was very fast, appearing before Chen Mo in the blink of an eye.
Moreover, such a punch even made a whistling sound through the air.
Fortunately, Chen Mo was prepared.
The moment the other party moved, Chen Mo also threw a punch.
"Bang!"
A dull thud.
A gust of fist wind spread outwards between the two, stirring up the dust on the ground.
Both Chen Mo and the middle-aged man retreated two steps.
The middle-aged man was horrified: "You're not Huajin, you're a Wushi!"
Chen Mo was also surprised because he could feel that the other party's strength was very strong, the strongest he had seen besides that dry grandfather.
"Who are you? Why do you want to kill me?" Chen Mo asked.
The middle-aged man's expression was solemn. He knew that he might fail today.
"I mistook you for someone else, I'll leave now." The middle-aged man cupped his hands towards Chen Mo and turned to leave.
"Aren't you being a bit too insulting?" Chen Mo couldn't help but step forward and block him.
"You recognized me first, then you wanted to kill me, and now you say you mistook me for someone else. Are you treating me like a three-year-old child?"
The middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "We are both Wushi, and our cultivation is not easy. Why must we fight to the death?"
"Heh heh."
Chen Mo suddenly smiled.
This was the first time he had heard such a fallacy.
"However, I have a flaw."
"What flaw?"
"I don't like to let a tiger return to the mountains, so your life must be left here today."
As the words fell, Chen Mo's figure suddenly moved.
Chen Mo had the martial arts inheritance from the Old Ancestor, so he was not afraid of the middle-aged man in front of him.
With a punch, several fist shadows appeared.
"Martial Skill!"
The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed, and his face was filled with horror.
He didn't expect that Chen Mo, being so young, not only had the strength to reach Wushi but also possessed martial skills.
He was certain that Chen Mo must have a force behind him that he could not afford to offend.
"It's a misunderstanding, it's truly a misunderstanding!"
The middle-aged man hurriedly explained.
But Chen Mo did not give him this opportunity.
"Bang!"
In his panic, although the middle-aged man blocked a few punches, one still hit his chest.
"Pfft!"
He spat out a mouthful of blood.
The middle-aged man was full of horror. Seeing that Chen Mo was about to kill him, he turned to leave.
"Want to leave?"
"Too late."
Chen Mo took a step forward, his figure like a ghost, disappearing from his original spot.
He reappeared in front of the middle-aged man.
Before the middle-aged man could react.
Chen Mo's fist had already struck the middle-aged man's forehead.
Instantly.
The middle-aged man's seven orifices bled.
His body went limp, and he immediately fell to the ground.
"Wushi? Is he this weak?" Chen Mo retracted his fist, looking at the middle-aged man who was no longer breathing, and frowned slightly.
"Brat, isn't it because you're too strong?"
"Heh heh, is that so? Old Ancestor, I actually think so too." Chen Mo couldn't help but smile narcissistically.
The Old Ancestor was silent.
Chen Mo quickly added: "Of course, it's also because of your good teaching, Old Ancestor. Otherwise, how could my strength improve so quickly."
The Old Ancestor then spoke: "The reason he died so quickly is that the moment he saw you were a martial artist, his killing intent vanished. Moreover, you used two martial skills consecutively, and he didn't have time to react, which is why he died so quickly."
Chen Mo nodded, but his brow furrowed slightly: "I just forgot to ask who sent him."
Then he beckoned towards the darkness.
Soon, Mizuno Katsuo emerged from the darkness and respectfully cupped his hands towards Chen Mo: "Mr. Chen."
"Dispose of him."
"Yes!"
After that, Chen Mo returned to the villa.
The next day at noon.
Zhongtai Hotel.
Long Hexiang woke up from his sleep, glanced at the time, and then walked out of the room.
Seeing the bodyguards outside the door, Long Hexiang asked: "Has Heibo returned?"
"Young master, not yet."
"What? Heibo hasn't returned?" Long Hexiang's expression changed slightly.
"Yes, he really hasn't returned."
"Did you call him?" Long Hexiang asked again.
"I did, but no one answered."
Long Hexiang frowned slightly: "Did something happen?"
However, he quickly dismissed this guess.
Because he knew how strong Heibo was, he was a Wushi realm expert, a true powerhouse in the martial arts world.
"Father must have sent him to do something again. This Heibo, he doesn't even inform me, he's becoming more and more unruly."
A look of displeasure appeared on Long Hexiang's face.
Then Long Hexiang looked at the bodyguard and asked: "Has that person named Chen Mo appeared this morning?"
"No, he wasn't seen at the company or the hospital."
Upon hearing this, a curve appeared on Long Hexiang's lips: "To compete with me, he doesn't even know what he is!"
"Since he said I'm poor, then I'll take away his company. And that Lin Wan'er, how dare she wear a green hat for me? I will not only torment her, but I will also make her watch as I swallow all her father's assets, leaving her with nothing!"
As the words fell, Long Hexiang stood up: "Notify Lin Dehong to have his daughter go to Hengchang Real Estate. I want her to watch as I swallow Chen Mo's assets."
"Yes!"
The bodyguard replied.
At this moment, Chen Mo had already arrived at the medicinal field.
After the battle last night, although Chen Mo won very easily.
He knew that there was an element of luck involved, and soon the secret realm would open, so Chen Mo also needed to quickly improve his strength.
Chen Mo stood naked in the medicinal field, and the spiritual dew condensed in the air continuously entered Chen Mo's body.
Absorbing all the spiritual dew.
Chen Mo was astonished to find that the ginseng in the medicinal field had matured again.
However, before Chen Mo could pick the ginseng, his phone suddenly rang.
Chen Mo picked up the phone and glanced at it. It was a text message from Yamamoto Yawo.
It contained information about Long Hexiang.
There was also another text message, in which Yamamoto Yawo told Chen Mo that after Long Hexiang left the hotel, he led a group of people and went to Hengchang Real Estate.