Chapter 115: Intimidation

Translator: Tim Editor: Chrissy

Lang Ji was pleased with his punch. No one dared to take a punch directly from him; if they did, he wouldn't need a second attack. However, Ye Mo grabbing his fist was even more satisfying.

“You’re asking to die,” Lang Ji sneered. He’d heard reports about Ye Mo’s cockiness and power, but this blatant defiance was suicidal. He didn't want to kill Ye Mo immediately; he wanted to torture him.

However, Ye Mo's seemingly slow hand grabbed his fist. Ye Mo's hand seemed to grow, producing a cracking sound. Lang Ji stared at his fist in disbelief.

Ignoring the pain, he realized the sound came from his own fist. He saw that Ye Mo's palm was more than 10 cm away, yet his fist was crushed—or rather, crunched into a soft mass.

“Argh!” Lang Ji yelled in bone-crushing pain.

Ye Mo kicked Lang Ji across the room, then sat down.

“Kill him…” Before Lang Ji finished, several men aimed at Ye Mo.

Ye Mo flung out dozens of nails; those who charged or fired were shot in the forehead or throat. In an instant, only three men, the woman, and Lang Ji remained.

Nine men died in seconds. Despite the excruciating pain, Lang Ji was stunned. The pain in his hands was insignificant compared to the man before him.

The strongest person he’d seen was Xian Taoist, the Metal River Gang's second-in-command. Compared to Ye Mo, Xian Taoist seemed weak. Xian Taoist was said to be nearing Black level martial arts, but Ye Mo felt stronger.

Lang Ji was a yellow-level martial artist, a status achieved through years of arduous training with a poor, elderly master. Yet, he couldn't withstand a single move from this young man. Ye Mo’s speed was horrifying; even guns seemed useless.

The young woman, finally noticing Ye Mo, abandoned her knife. She stared at the corpses, then at Lang Ji. Suddenly, she flung her knife, a white streak aimed at Ye Mo's neck—a move that had killed stronger men than Lang Ji.

Ye Mo deflected the knife with a metal nail, which continued toward the woman's wrist, piercing it before she could react.

A heart-wrenching pain shot through her; but more important was her disabled hand. Her famed flying knife technique was gone.

“You destroyed my hand? You…” The woman's rage was surpassed by despair. Death seemed preferable to a disabled hand.

“Oh, I can’t destroy it? Then I’ll chop it off,” Ye Mo raised his hand. An unseen projectile flew out.

The woman felt a sudden chill, then saw her hand and forearm on the floor. Lang Ji reacted, sealing the blood vessel, but couldn't stop the bleeding. He looked at Ye Mo in fear; he hadn't even seen what he used to cut the woman's arm. The chairman wouldn’t believe the kind of person he’d tried to capture.

Ye Mo was merciless to those who tried to kill him. The woman was ruthless; her attack was a death sentence.

The woman, now terrified, understood. This man could kill her like a chicken.

“Do you know why I didn’t kill you?” Ye Mo asked. Seeing her silence, he continued, “It’s because you seem to have something you rely on. I’ll let you live. Go get whatever it is. I’ll finish it then. I’m called Ye Mo, don’t forget.”

He turned to Lang Ji. “Do you know why I didn’t kill you?”

Lang Ji, dumbfounded by Ye Mo’s power, shook his head.

Ye Mo smiled. “Because I need you to send a message to Qian Longtou. Tell him he shouldn’t have hunted me. I will visit him. Oh, and I killed his son.”

He looked at the remaining three men. “Do you know why I didn’t kill you?” He didn't wait for a reply. “Because you’ll clean up the nine corpses. Pile them up; I don’t like wasting time…”

Ye Mo formed hand signs, summoning scorching fireballs that incinerated the corpses—destroying evidence and warning Lang Ji. Even Ye Mo felt tired after ten fireballs.

He coldly addressed the dazed men. “Go tell Qian Longtou I’ll visit him after I’m done,” then vanished using invisibility magic.

Lang Ji and the others were petrified. The three men cleaning the bodies fainted. They could kill people, but this was beyond anything they’d experienced. Even Xian Taoist couldn't do that.

The chairman had clashed with this superhuman.

The woman was speechless. If Ye Mo visited their boss, he wouldn't survive.

Lang Ji finally reacted. “Quick! Stop pursuing Ye Mo and Shi Ying! Take this recording; I’m going back immediately…”

He shouted until the men outside entered. He returned, forbidding any further pursuit of Ye Mo. He even doubted if his boss's army could subdue him.

Ye Mo intended to stop Qian Longtou’s pursuit, regardless of personal connection. He was fearless. He believed there were stronger people, but not many, and none who could kill him.

…

The Ye Family in Beijing was gloomy. Their European and American companies suffered heavy damage. New and old partners were leaving.

While He Liangfu managed the enterprise, the Ye family benefited. He Liangfu, the only second-generation child with his mother’s surname, was severely affected. The family’s financial woes were severe.

Their African and Hong Kong businesses were devastated. Personnel disappeared in Africa, and their largest clothing factory was shut down. China was comparatively better.

Unlike the Song Family meeting, the Ye Family was still led by Ye Beirong. Their situation was worse than the Song Family's—which had only lost a third-generation youth. The Ye family’s finances were being choked.

Even bankruptcy wouldn't destroy the Ye family, but financial damage was damaging.

“Are you sure it’s Qian Longtou?” Ye Beirong frowned. He'd prioritized business over politics after realizing a lack of exceptional offspring. This blow came before he could implement that change.