Chapter 111 Venting

As the sun sets, its afterglow spills like shattered gold onto the yellow earth of the Zhenyisi playground.

Wang Boyan took half a step forward, no more than two or three feet away from Chen Mo. "I have to get out of Tianjin tomorrow, you know why, right?"

"This doesn't seem to concern me, does it?"

Chen Mo helplessly shrugged. How could this be blamed on him?

"That woman, Su Mei, is my older brother's woman. I've been pursuing her for over half a month, and nobody told me," Wang Boyan said, his eyes darkening. "Isn't that a coincidence?"

"Is Master Wang trying to say that I set this trap for you?" Chen Mo's tone was completely flat.

"I didn't say that." He waved his hand. "But I'm thinking, since you can speak to Su Mei, yet she won't tell me anything, it's hard to say whether you were involved."

A long-faced lackey leaned over and interjected sarcastically, "Second Master, don't waste your breath on him. You're leaving tomorrow, so it's a good opportunity to vent your anger today. It'll make things easier for you when you go to other places."

Chen Mo glanced at the horse-faced lackey and suddenly smiled.

"Master Wang, your brother here is certainly thinking of you. But has he considered that if you're leaving tomorrow and he beats me up tonight, what will happen if the Zhenyi Division investigates? Are you planning to stay or leave?"

Wang Boyan's expression changed slightly.

The horse-faced henchman was also stunned and awkwardly shut his mouth.

Chen Mo continued, "Your elder brother letting you leave is a family matter, but causing trouble before you leave is a slap in the face to the Zhenyi Division."

"At that time, not only your older brother, but also the higher-ups in the company will make you regret it."

Wang Lao Er remained silent for a few moments, then suddenly clapped his hands.

"Well done, Chen Mo. No wonder Su Mei is willing to talk to you. You've got a sharp tongue." He narrowed his eyes. "But I came to see you today, not to fight."

"So, what brings you here?"

"Let me ask you something," Wang Lao Er stared into his eyes, "Do you even know anything about Su Mei? She's one of my brother's women."

Chen Mo met his gaze frankly: "I don't know."

"You really don't know?"

"I've exchanged fewer than ten words with Su Mei in total. Who she is and who she's with is none of my business," Chen Mo said frankly. "If Master Wang thinks I'm the one causing trouble behind your back, then I have nothing to say."

Wang Lao Er was stumped by his question.

The horse-faced man next to him was about to interject, but he stopped him by raising his hand.

"Fine, even if you don't know."

Wang Boyan paced back and forth for a moment, then looked at Chen Mo and suddenly sighed, "But right now, I feel so choked up, I need to find someone to vent to."

"So you chose me? Or is it because I seem easier to manipulate?"

Chen Mo's lips curled slightly. He hadn't expected that after all that talking, this idiot would still take action.

"So what if I pick on you?" Wang Lao Er tilted his head. "Weren't you so tough back in the cafeteria, not even caring about two hundred dollars?"

"Don't worry, this time I'll give you two thousand silver dollars. Let's see if you can take it."

As soon as Wang Boyan finished speaking, his three henchmen immediately stepped forward and surrounded Chen Mo in a fan shape.

The horse-faced henchman rolled up his sleeves, revealing a section of his strong forearm with bulging veins.

"Two thousand silver dollars? Is Master Wang buying my arm or my leg?"

Chen Mo's tone began to turn cold.

He doesn't provoke trouble, but he's not afraid of trouble either. If you really want him...

"That depends on you." Wang Boyan crossed his arms. "If you can handle it, you can take the money as usual, and our debt will be wiped clean."

"If you can't handle it, then you'll have to lie there obediently for three months, and I'll pay for your treatment myself."

"That does sound fair."

Chen Mo nodded, then suddenly asked, "What if I hurt you?"

The henchmen were taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter.

The horse-faced henchman laughed the loudest, clutching his stomach and unable to straighten up: "Are you crazy? You? Second Master started practicing martial arts at twelve, and began refining his skin at fifteen. Last year, he already touched the edge of having blood and qi as pure as mercury. What are you going to use to fight him?"

Chen Mo didn't speak, but just looked at Wang Boyan with a forced smile.

Wang Boyan laughed, a hint of mockery in his smile. "Fine, if you really have that ability, I, Wang Lao Er, admit defeat and will avoid you from now on."

"However, I've heard that the people in the unorthodox sects practice all sorts of unorthodox and heretical techniques."

He looked Chen Mo up and down. "If we really fight, I'm afraid I'll hurt you with one punch."

"Then give it a try, don't waste your time."

Chen Mo took a step back and flexed his wrist.

With his current physical strength, which combines Ghost Skin and Yin Sha Bone, he can face off against martial artists at the Copper Skin Iron Bone Realm without fear.

Not to mention that with just these four people, he couldn't even be bothered to summon paper figures.

"Are you coming one by one, or all at once?"

Chen Mo looked at the three lackeys with a cold smile, preparing to take out the little monsters first.

The horse-faced henchman was the first to jump out, "Second Master, let me test him for you first!"

He shifted his stance, and like a drawn bow shooting an arrow, he delivered a punch straight to Chen Mo's face.

The fist whistled through the air, carrying the intense heat of surging blood and qi. This was the power of someone at the Qi and Blood Abundance Realm, weighing at least two or three hundred jin.

On an ordinary person, this punch could break two ribs.

The horse-faced henchman's fist arrived in an instant, the wind from the punch hitting your face.

Instead of retreating, Chen Mo advanced, slightly shifting his body to the side, the fist grazing past his ear.

At the same time, he thrust his right shoulder upwards, crashing directly into the other person's arms.

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At the same time, he thrust his right shoulder upwards, crashing directly into the other person's arms.

"Click."

The sound of bones breaking was crisp and piercing, especially loud at the edge of the empty playground.

Hearing the commotion, the students who were tidying up the stone locks in the distance all turned to look.

The horse-faced henchman screamed and flew backward, his chest visibly caved in, before crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Before the two remaining henchmen could react to what was happening, Chen Mo had already closed in on them. "You're the only ones left."

"Grass......"

The one on the left had just uttered a single word when Chen Mo swung his fist, interrupting him.

There were no fancy moves or tricks, just a simple punch. The man was sent flying three feet off the ground, vomiting blood.

The last follower finally came to his senses, a look of fear flashing in his eyes, but the ferocity he had developed from years of hanging out with Wang Lao Er made him grit his teeth and throw a punch.

The punch landed on Chen Mo's shoulder.

But the feel is wrong.

It wasn't the elasticity of flesh and blood, but rather like being struck on a cowhide rope soaked in tung oil—both hard and tough.

Before the lackey could react, Chen Mo had already grabbed his wrist and twisted it.

"Snap!" Another crisp sound.

The henchman screamed and fell to his knees, his wrist dangling at an odd angle, trembling all over in pain.

Chen Mo released his grip, leaving him on the ground, before turning around to look at Wang Boyan.

In just a few breaths, all three experts at the Qi and Blood Replenishment Realm were lying on the ground.

The trainees in the distance had stopped what they were doing and were watching this direction from afar, but none of them dared to come over.

The smile on Wang Boyan's face had long since faded, and his eyes changed from shock to solemnity.

The afterglow danced on his face, but couldn't penetrate the horror deep in his pupils.

"Aren't you from Zuo Dao Ban?" He stared intently at Chen Mo, his voice hoarse. "How can you be this strong in close combat?"

This is not some unorthodox method; it is clearly the physical strength that can only be achieved by cultivating hard skills to an extremely high level.

Under the setting sun, Chen Mo's face was calm to the point of being indifferent. There was no smugness or mockery in his eyes. He just watched quietly.

But it was this calm that sent a chill down Wang Boyan's spine.

He instinctively stepped back, then realized his lapse in composure and managed to steady himself.

Chen Mo finally spoke, "The unorthodox sects learn these kinds of unorthodox methods, doesn't Master Wang know that?"

Wang Boyan's throat moved; he still found it hard to accept.

Even if it were him, it would be impossible to kill three people so cleanly and quickly.

This kid started cultivating his body even before he was born?

"It's your turn, Second Master Wang." Chen Mo took a step forward, a cold smile still on his lips.

"You think you've got me cornered?" Wang Boyan's eyes flashed, and his blood surged violently.

Having truly grasped the threshold of Qi and Blood being as pure as mercury, his aura at that moment far surpassed that of his three henchmen.

"Hmph, so what if you're physically strong? Try taking a punch from me."

He snorted coldly, bent his knees slightly, and swung his fists down at Chen Mo's head like a tiger about to pounce.

The punch was powerful and at least twice as heavy as the one from the horse-faced henchman.

Chen Mo neither dodged nor avoided, and also raised his hand to throw two punches.

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, two thin cracks appeared in the blue brick beneath Chen Mo's feet, but he remained completely still.

Wang Boyan felt as if his fists had been slammed into a cast iron anvil, the impact making his hands numb.

At the same time, a tremendous force surged from the opponent's fists, flowing straight into his own arm.

He was horrified, but reacted quickly, using the recoil to leap backward and create distance.

But Chen Mo didn't give him a chance.

The moment Wang Boyan's feet touched the ground, Chen Mo had already followed closely behind, his right hand flashing out to grab Wang Boyan's left ankle.

Wang Boyan's expression changed drastically, and he kicked Chen Mo hard in the chest with his other foot.

Chen Mo neither dodged nor avoided the kick, but instead twisted his right hand with force.

"Click."

The sound of bones breaking rang out again, even clearer and louder than the sound from the horse-faced henchman earlier.

Wang Boyan screamed and lost his balance, falling to the ground.

His left leg bent at an odd angle from the ankle, and the white bone fragments pierced through the flesh, causing blood to gush out instantly.

"You...you deserve to die!"

Wang Boyan was in so much pain that his face turned deathly pale, cold sweat poured down his forehead, and he stared at Chen Mo with disbelief in his eyes.

Chen Mo released his grip, took a step back, and looked down at him.

"If you break one of my legs, I'll return the favor by breaking one of yours. Is that too much to ask?"

Before the other party could answer, Chen Mo smiled again, "As for avoiding me when you see me, Master Wang Er has gone to another place, so you shouldn't have to worry about that anymore."

Wang Boyan gritted his teeth and remained silent.

The horse-faced lackey stopped groaning and stared wide-eyed at his master lying on the ground, his chest heaving violently, trying to get up but unable to.

"What about the remaining two thousand yuan? We agreed on it earlier, surely Master Wang won't renege on the debt?"