Chapter 169: What, You Have a Problem? Translator: Tim Editor: Chrissy

“Who is it?” An old man in his sixties was the first to react.

As he spoke, two men in their thirties charged at Ye Mo from left and right. The man on the left was slightly thinner. Before reaching Ye Mo, his fists unleashed a fierce killing intent, sending a bone-chilling coldness through the men sitting near the door.

Ye Mo assessed the man with his spirit sense. His fists were indeed fast and deadly, possessing a relentless temperament honed through countless fights. He wasn’t as skilled as Lang Ji, and was even slightly worse than Hu Qiu, but his killing intent and the temperament in his fists surpassed both. This was because his fist transcended his own life and death; those who disregard their own lives often control the lives of others.

This was someone unafraid of death. Ye Mo didn't care about his methods, but the man's fist revealed a temperament only achievable through unwavering resolve. Someone who plotted from the shadows could never deliver such a blow.

Although sharp and full of temperament, the fist was too low-grade for Ye Mo. He assessed the man as at most the elementary stage of Yellow Level. Such a difference in skill couldn't be overcome by a fearless temperament.

When the fist neared, Ye Mo reacted first, grabbing the man's wrist and dissipating the force and temperament of the blow. With a slight exertion, he easily cracked the man's wrist and threw him several meters, landing him against the corner wall.

By this time, the other man, bald-headed and wielding a trident, reached Ye Mo. Tridents were rarely used in battles between masters. But this man used a specially made trident—narrow at the tip and broad in the middle—that served as both spear and dagger. He lunged at Ye Mo, using the trident as a dagger, aiming a thrust at his waist. Though fast, he was no match for Ye Mo's spirit sense. This man was far less perceptive than the first; he planned to change his strike to a stab if Ye Mo blocked, creating an unavoidable attack.

No one could survive such a strike.

Ye Mo sneered, instantly raising his leg and executing a mid-air spin. Anyone with martial arts experience knew such a kick was extremely difficult to perform in such a short time.

The trident-wielding man was weaker than the first but bulkier. Seeing Ye Mo remain unreactive as his trident neared, he felt a surge of surprise and elation. He believed that if Ye Mo blocked, he would shift his attack to a lethal stab.

His smile froze. Ye Mo's leg, moving at impossible speed, spun through the air, striking the man's wrist. The attack was too fast to dodge; he only realized he'd been hit upon impact.

Like the thinner man, his wrist was broken, the trident falling from his grasp. Before it hit the ground, Ye Mo's heel connected with the trident's hilt, sending it flying—as if guided—into the bald man's throat, the handle disappearing within.

The bald man clutched the handle in terror, finally understanding that a massive power disparity rendered any trick useless. He gurgled before dying.

Only the black-clothed woman seated in the back saw the swift combat clearly. Ye Mo knew she was the strongest present, but only comparable to Lang Ji, or perhaps slightly weaker.

She watched Ye Mo's actions with surprise, noting that he could have easily killed the first man but spared him. Perhaps, she mused, their motives differed—one sought to force Ye Mo from the room, resulting in a broken wrist; the other, intending to kill him, lost his life.

The man in the corner stood, staring at Ye Mo in shock. Since graduation, he’d never seen such a master. He'd heard of a powerful Daoist Xian in Metal River but lacked firsthand experience.

The room's occupants reacted, standing to gaze at Ye Mo in shock. Everyone knew each other. Among the dozens present, Peng Yang and Yu Fu were the strongest, aside from the Black Widow—though her strength relative to the two remained unknown.

Yet, the youth who'd burst through the door had defeated Peng Yang and Yu Fu in two moves—one injured, one dead.

Ye Mo scanned the room. Aside from the three slightly stronger individuals, the others were insignificant. What surprised him was the age distribution—besides five or six middle-aged men, two youths in their twenties, and the woman, the rest were men in their fifties and older.

“Friend, I’m Tian Shou, known as Teacher Tian in the society. This is an important meeting of Hong Kong gangs, and I’m a witness. Why are you here? You don't seem local. Did someone offend you?” The old man spoke politely, yet his years of authority and seniority were immediately apparent.

Ye Mo assessed the old man, the first to react and inquire about his identity. The old man's self-importance, calling himself Teacher Tian, annoyed Ye Mo. He turned to the others, saying, “I just eradicated Earth Heart Entertainment and killed several people. I’m here to finish the job. I hear that establishment belongs to Da Tang. Who’s the boss? Stand up.”

Ignoring Tian Shou angered the old man, but he dared not speak. Regardless of his actions, his fierce killing intent indicated he was not to be trifled with.

A man in his forties stood, saying in a low voice, “I’m Zuo Yue of Da Tang. Have we clashed? Why are you killing us? Hong Kong’s elite are here. No matter your strength, can you kill us all?”

Zuo Yue's words were skillful, portraying weakness while rallying support from the Hong Kong underworld.

Ye Mo scanned the assembled bosses, finding Cui Heng's information accurate—a Metal River and Da Tang meeting.

The bosses glared, their expressions suggesting a united attack if anyone made a move.

Ye Mo said slowly, “Because your Da Tang people killed a friend of mine, I will annihilate Da Tang.”

“What? You'll kill us all because we killed someone?” Zuo Yue looked at Ye Mo incredulously. The man was unreasonable.

“Yes. Today, at a small restaurant on South Street, I met a shopkeeper I liked. Your people killed him because of me. Tell me, should I kill you all?” Ye Mo said coldly.

The bosses, guessing the identity of the victim, froze. He was destroying an entire mafia over a street shopkeeper he'd met that day. This was unheard-of arrogance, surpassing even the most audacious mafia bosses.

Zuo Yue laughed. “I've seen arrogance, but nothing like yours. If Nan Qing's boss insulted you, would you annihilate them? If you have the guts, I surrender.”

Ye Mo stated plainly, “You’re right. Qian Longtou’s useless son I killed. He retaliated, sending people after me. So, I went to Sai Na Peninsula and killed the old man. What, do you have a problem?”

“What? You killed Qian Longtou? No…” Zuo Yue's face changed. He finally understood who stood before him.

Not only Zuo Yue but all the bosses changed expression. The arrogant ones lowered their heads, not daring to meet Ye Mo's gaze.

Ye Mo’s ability to infiltrate Sai Na Peninsula demonstrated his overwhelming superiority. Just how strong was he?