Chapter 170: Predecessor

Translator: Tim Editor: Chrissy

The two men behind Zuo Yue suddenly drew their guns and fired rapidly at Ye Mo. Ye Mo sighed; he should have prepared some ordinary nails. Otherwise, he could have killed them before they fired. The wind blade's shooting speed couldn't match a bullet, much less a fireball.

After the gunfire, everyone was elated. They hadn't expected the opportunity to shoot at Ye Mo.

Suddenly, Ye Mo waved his hand, and a qi wall instantly surrounded him. As the bullets neared the wall, they slowed. Only Ye Mo's spirit sense perceived this. Before anyone else saw it, Ye Mo had grabbed the bullets and thrown them back.

Two more gunshots rang out. By the time they fired a second time, Ye Mo's bullets had already pierced their foreheads.

Two bloodstains appeared on their heads, and Ye Mo caught the two bullets they'd fired. The men fell to the ground.

Every person in the room was experienced in combat and death. They'd seen it all. Although they'd heard of people catching bullets, this was their first time witnessing it. They could hardly believe their eyes. Even more incredible, he killed the shooters with their own bullets.

Several knowledgeable individuals guessed Ye Mo came from a hidden sect. No matter how powerful the mafia was or how many members it had, it couldn't compare to the hidden sects. If not for the hidden sects' different pursuits, they wouldn't be meeting here.

Though Zuo Yue was fierce, facing someone who could kill him at any moment, his back was slick with sweat. He reminded himself he was the Da Tang boss, but couldn't suppress his fear of death. Others who threatened to kill him only worried about revenge. But this man dared to kill Qian Longtou; killing Zuo Yue would be easy.

Zuo Yue looked around hopefully. The bosses who'd just spoken of unity lowered their heads. No one dared to speak for him.

He scanned the room and withdrew his disappointed gaze. Finding help here was impractical. Besides, even if someone helped, could they defeat Qian Longtou? Judging by Ye Mo's demeanor, Zuo Yue had no doubt he killed Qian Longtou.

"Friend, predecessor…" Zuo Yue saluted with his fists.

He hesitated before abandoning his pride, saying, "Predecessor, though I'm the Da Tang boss, my men have good and bad. If they offended you, I apologize…"

Seeing Ye Mo's expression, Zuo Yue dared not breathe loudly, continuing, "I angered you, predecessor. If you have any requests, please tell me. If you need my life, take it."

Ye Mo sneered at Zuo Yue's words. He knew Zuo Yue lacked true fearlessness.

Ye Mo suddenly threw a bullet. Before Zuo Yue could react, it pierced his shoulder.

Zuo Yue's face paled, but he dared not move. He knew if Ye Mo wanted him dead, he'd already be dead.

"Go kill the responsible party and disband Da Tang immediately. Pay your respects at Uncle Pei's grave. Then, come find me," Ye Mo said coldly. He hadn't mentioned sealing Zuo Yue's heart meridian. If Zuo Yue didn't seek him out in three days, he'd die. Ye Mo knew Zuo Yue wouldn't dare return. At most, he'd disband Da Tang and flee.

So Ye Mo wouldn't chase him; if he ran, death awaited. If he misjudged Zuo Yue's courage and he came looking for him, Ye Mo wouldn't mind letting him live.

Zuo Yue's heart leaped with joy. Of course, he wouldn't be foolish enough to find Ye Mo. He just wanted to escape as far as possible.

Ye Mo watched coldly as Zuo Yue clutched his arm and fled desperately. He didn't ask how he could be found. Ye Mo knew he was right; the man intended to run.

Seeing Zuo Yue's desperate flight, everyone felt something was amiss, but Zuo Yue was consumed by escape. Even those who noticed couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.

The girl in black looked at Ye Mo in surprise. She saw his actions and knew Ye Mo had left something on Zuo Yue. If Zuo Yue didn't come, he'd surely die, but she couldn't tell exactly what Ye Mo had done. None of the bosses found Zuo Yue calling Ye Mo "predecessor" amusing. If someone like Ye Mo wasn't a predecessor, who was?

Tian Shou's face was pale, but he said nothing and sat down.

"Predecessor, I am Jiao Bianyi, leader of Western Sands. I didn't know you'd arrived, apologies for our negligence. Peng Yang is my brother; he offended you. Please show mercy." Jiao Bianyi looked at the thin man Ye Mo had tossed to the corner.

Ye Mo nodded. He'd never intended to kill Peng Yang, and since Jiao Bianyi pleaded, Ye Mo casually said, "You're dismissed. Go to the side."

"Yes." Jiao Bianyi was relieved. This meant Ye Mo was letting him go. He wouldn't be foolish enough to argue with Ye Mo; that would be suicide.

The woman in black stood, copying Jiao Bianyi's tone. "I'm Xu Yuehua, called Black Widow. Greetings, predecessor."

Seeing Jiao Bianyi and Black Widow's example, all the bosses stood, reporting their names and gangs. Suddenly, everything was orderly.

Then, Ye Mo found Metal Mountain. He appeared to be in his fifties, but his eyes were sunken, concealing his thoughts.

"I'm Ye Mo. My principle is I don't interfere with those who don't interfere with me. If you interfere, don't blame me. Metal Mountain, stand." The first part of Ye Mo's words brought a collective sigh of relief. They thought it was over, but the latter part raised their anxiety. They feared Ye Mo was looking for more trouble.

"Predecessor, I'm Metal Mountain. What business do you have with me?" Metal Mountain, of course, didn't know Ye Mo's name; not even Daoist Xian knew him.

Though Metal Mountain was a famous Hong Kong gang leader, his expression was polite. Unlike Zuo Yue, he was calm yet courteous.

Everyone knew Metal Mountain's calmness stemmed from his powerful associate, Daoist Xian. That was why he led the Hong Kong underworld.

"Because your men interfered with me. I'm here for you." Ye Mo could tell Metal Mountain wasn't simple. His title was "Metal Chains Crossing the River," and he seemed troublesome. No wonder Wu Xueming was no match for him.

"I've never seen you, predecessor. Who interfered with you?" Metal Mountain wasn't as afraid as Jiao Bianyi because he wasn't sure if Daoist Xian was dead. If Daoist Xian were present, he wouldn't fear anyone.

Even if Ye Mo was very strong, he believed Ye Mo was no match for Daoist Xian.

Ye Mo saw Metal Mountain's hope in Daoist Xian. He sneered, saying, "That Daoist is your man, right? His disciple stole a herb I planted, so he angered me. Oh, and I killed him and his two disciples. I annihilated your Metal River in Luo Cang."

Ye Mo's words were like a hammer to Metal Mountain's chest. Daoist Xian was dead, meaning his leadership was over.

Metal Mountain subconsciously looked at the bosses and saw several with baleful glares. His heart sank. He hated Daoist Xian's disciples. Why did they have to interfere with Ye Mo?

He hadn't expected Ye Mo to be so strong, capable of killing Daoist Xian, a master a step from Earth Level.

Seeing Ye Mo's sneer, Metal Mountain shivered. He finally understood Zuo Yue's feelings and lost his composure. He wiped the sweat from his brow, immediately saying, "Predecessor, I'll take you to Daoist Xian's place immediately. If the herbs are still there, they should be."

He knew Daoist Xian's disciples had brought herbs from the mainland, but he'd never asked about it. Now that Ye Mo asked, he remembered.

"Lead the way." Ye Mo's main purpose was the Silver Heart Grass. Metal Mountain seemed to know where it was. He was pleased and didn't want to waste time.

As Ye Mo and Metal Mountain left, the room's occupants felt relief. Ye Mo was too terrifying; he could no longer be threatened by any gang.