Chapter 141: Black-Hearted Song Shaochen

Translator: Tim Editor: Chrissy

Ye Ling felt inexplicably comforted by Song Shaochen’s words. Although she was a Ye Family member and appeared like a princess, only she knew the hardship she endured. She had to maintain a cheerful facade at home and ridicule Ye Zifeng. Furthermore, she had secretly used her savings and pilfered funds to seek Gu Luo’s help.

Today, she witnessed her opponent’s subservience for the first time. She even forgot her disgust at Ye Mo’s killing.

“You want me to let you go?” Ye Mo asked Song Shaochen blandly.

“Yes, as long as you show mercy, I will repay you tenfold…” Song Shaochen said hurriedly, hearing Ye Mo’s tone soften.

“He’s called Gu Luo? That’s a strange name, and I detest the man.” Ye Mo glanced at Gu Luo.

At Ye Mo’s words, Song Shaochen’s eyes turned cold. He produced a small, three-edged dagger and stabbed it into Gu Luo’s back without hesitation.

The dagger was fully submerged before Gu Luo turned, staring at Song Shaochen in disbelief. He pointed a finger, attempting to speak, but ultimately could not. He only glared with fury as he fell to the ground, perhaps unable to comprehend his death at Song Shaochen’s hands after so many years of service.

Ye Mo considered Song Shaochen cruel. He knew precisely where to strike for a swift death; it was clearly not his first time.

Ye Ling watched Gu Luo fall, a massive amount of blood spurting from his back like a fountain. She fainted in Ye Mo’s arms.

“Young Master Chen…” Gu Luo’s two henchmen stared at Song Shaochen, incredulous that he had killed his most trusted man. They hesitated, unsure whether to attack him or remain loyal.

Before they could decide, Song Shaochen attacked, killing one. The remaining henchman reacted, stabbing Song Shaochen’s left shoulder with a knife as Song Shaochen lunged.

Though injured, Song Shaochen’s wound wasn’t lethal, and the knife wound was far less severe than the dagger wound. The henchman died, but Song Shaochen remained standing, anxiously looking at Ye Mo.

Ye Mo looked coldly at Song Shaochen. He killed without moral compunction, eliminating his trusted men swiftly and decisively. He was not only cruel but also powerful.

He had seemed shaky earlier, but Ye Mo never believed him. Song Shaochen was clearly acting, though perhaps overacting. Regardless, Ye Mo wouldn’t let him go.

“Brother Ye, I’ve killed those you dislike,” Song Shaochen said, producing a bag. “These are the Ye Family’s Feng Shui Dragon Balls. I only told Ye Ling to retrieve two.”

Song Shaochen, pale-faced, placed the bag on a chair. Despite heavy bleeding from his shoulder, he seemed oblivious, opening the bag and saying, “I’ll show you.”

Ye Mo stared coldly. He was shrewd and cunning, but Ye Mo’s spirit sense had detected the evil in his eyes. Even without it, Song Shaochen’s actions were abnormal.

His wound was severe, yet he didn’t staunch the bleeding; instead, he opened the bag. If it truly contained the Dragon Balls, he could have simply handed them over. Considering this, Ye Mo scanned the bag with his spirit sense.

However, Song Shaochen produced a gun with incredible speed, pointing it at Ye Mo—all in under two seconds.

Song Shaochen had faith in his marksmanship and speed. The gun was aimed at Ye Mo’s head; he didn’t believe Ye Mo could survive a head shot. Even an ancient martial arts disciple couldn’t dodge it.

Anticipating Ye Mo’s death, Song Shaochen felt a surge of excitement. He envisioned the Song Family leader’s praise and the title of the third generation’s heir.

But that thought vanished instantly. He stared at Ye Mo, who regarded him with cold, dismissive eyes, a bullet between his fingers.

Ye Mo had noticed Song Shaochen’s actions the moment he produced the gun. As Song Shaochen fired, Ye Mo used his spirit chi to create a force field, slowing the bullet, allowing him to catch it easily. Even unprepared, Ye Mo could have dodged it.

Song Shaochen looked like he’d seen a ghost. After a long moment, he stammered, “You… you caught a bullet? You…” He was dumbfounded. No one would believe it.

Seeing Song Shaochen’s apprehension, Ye Mo sneered. “Don’t worry, I won’t kill you now.” The bullet clattered to the floor. Song Shaochen’s heart leaped; though still wary, he gradually calmed down.

Ye Mo wouldn’t kill Song Shaochen yet. Though he could, and knew the Song Family wouldn’t retaliate directly, he feared provoking them into a conflict that would fulfill Dongfang Xi’s prediction.

A fight with the Song Family, regardless of the outcome, would leave him only one option: fleeing the country. He couldn’t openly fight them; he could intimidate them, but not corner them.

He could kill Gu Luo and his henchmen, but not Song Shaochen—not yet. He needed to handle the aftermath. It was best to leave that to Song Shaochen.

Ye Mo wasn’t foolish. He’d been in Beijing for over a day without attack or threat, meaning the Song Family was holding back. Perhaps the Sai Na incident had reached them. He didn’t believe they were unaware of his arrival—he’d walked right in.

Ye Mo examined the two Dragon Balls. He shook his head; they were merely ordinary magic artifacts with a trace of spirit chi.

Song Shaochen, not daring to move, understood why the leader had ordered him not to touch Ye Mo. He was terrifying; no wonder he had killed Hu Qiu.

Ye Mo patted Song Shaochen’s shoulder. Song Shaochen felt a crushing blow to his heart, collapsing from the pressure.

After burning the bodies, Song Shaochen awoke to find them gone, only bloodstains and the smell of burning. He didn’t know how long he’d been unconscious, but it hadn’t been long. Ye Mo had disposed of the bodies quickly, chilling Song Shaochen to the bone.

This was why Ye Mo was untouchable.

“Do you know why I didn’t kill you?” Ye Mo asked, looking at Song Shaochen’s ghastly pale face.

Song Shaochen shook his head.

Ye Mo smiled. “Clean this up. In a few days, you’ll understand why I spared you. And tell your leader this: don't anger me. Anger me, and I’ll make the Song Family disappear overnight.”

Then, Ye Mo carried the unconscious Ye Ling and jumped out the window.

Song Shaochen watched him go, realizing his life had been spared. He was shocked—it was a fourth-story window—but knew he needed to clean up the mess. Without bothering to dress his wound, he immediately contacted his family.

…

Ye Ling awoke as Ye Mo carried her. She struggled, and he put her down.

She stared at him, remembering what had happened. Her face was filled with worry. Ye Mo had murdered someone, and she’d witnessed it. What to do?

Without asking how Ye Mo had arrived in Beijing, she said anxiously, “Run! You killed a Song Family man; they won’t let you go. Go now…”