Chapter 335: Conflict

Translator: Tim Editor: Fish Creek

Su Jingwen froze, forgetting she was almost on top of Ye Mo.

Ye Mo looked apologetically at Su Jingwen. “Sorry, Jingwen. I brought this on you. These people have a huge feud with me. They’re like mad dogs; they annihilate anyone who offends them. I just didn’t expect they’d go after my acquaintances.”

Hearing Ye Mo, Su Jingwen realized she was merely an acquaintance, and they were after her. What tragedy would befall Ye Mo’s close friends and family?

“Ye Mo, your family in Beijing, Qingxue…” Ye Mo knew what she meant.

Ye Mo smiled. “They won’t have a chance. Tonight, at the latest, I’ll uproot this organization.”

Seeing Ye Mo’s killing intent, Su Jingwen’s heart shook. She’d never seen this side of him. He possessed such intense killing intent. Perhaps she’d never truly understood him, only seeing one facet.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry. What should we do now?” Su Jingwen looked worriedly at Ye Mo. She didn’t know who One Eye and Han Zai were, but she sensed they belonged to an extremely powerful organization.

Ye Mo stood. “Let’s chat with our neighbors.”

Su Jingwen looked surprised. “We’re going to them now?”

“Yes. I’ll collaborate with them.” Ye Mo nodded.

“But they’re killers. How can we collaborate?” Su Jingwen looked at him in confusion.

“They will.” Ye Mo stood and took Su Jingwen from the room.

“Jingwen? You…” As Ye Mo opened his door, the door opposite, 206, also opened. A handsome young man, arm in arm with a still-flushed girl, emerged. Seeing Su Jingwen, his face registered shock.

Su Jingwen, dazed, called out, “Wei Zheng, cousin? What are you doing here?”

The young man, Xie Weizhen, could hardly believe his eyes. After a moment, his face turned green. He pointed at Su Jingwen. “Jingwen, you opened a room here with a man? How shameless! You, you…”

Su Jingwen never imagined her usually amicable cousin would become so hideous. He pointed at her and called her shameless. Angrily, she retorted, “Xie Weizhen, what business is it of yours? Who are you to me? Aren’t you here with another woman? What right do you have to judge me?”

“You…” Xie Weizhen felt furious. The woman he’d long desired was in bed with another man, and he couldn’t control himself.

“I’m a man; I have some… entertainment. It’s just occasional fun. But you’re shameless, coming here with another man!” Xie Weizhen was irate. In his mind, Su Jingwen belonged to him; no one else could touch her. But now, someone else had.

Su Jingwen, after a moment, calmed down. She grabbed Ye Mo’s arm, pressed close, and said plainly to Xie Weizhen, “Xie Weizhen, I said nothing about your entertainment. You’re you, I’m me. Are we related? What right do you have to tell me what to do? I like booking hotels with other people. It’s none of your business. I love Ye Mo, so what?”

Su Jingwen, though soft-spoken, was tough. Once angered, she cared little for others. Xie Weizhen’s reaction was excessive.

“Okay, okay, I thought you were busy. You said you had things with your friend—this? You shameless woman! Even if you wanted it, couldn't you tell me? Couldn't I satisfy you…?” Xie Weizhen, consumed by jealousy, took a step toward Su Jingwen and raised his hand to slap her.

Su Jingwen, already calmed, was triggered again. She couldn’t believe her cousin was so irrational.

Ye Mo, knowing they were cousins, hadn’t intervened. But seeing Xie Weizhen about to hit her, he acted.

Before Xie Weizhen’s hand reached Su Jingwen, Ye Mo grabbed his wrist, slapped him several times, and then kicked him.

Xie Weizhen’s mouth was full of blood, several teeth knocked out. He crashed back into the room. The sound was audible outside.

The woman with Xie Weizhen screamed and rushed in to check on him.

Su Jingwen trembled with anger. Her face pale, she couldn’t speak for a long time. Ye Mo sent chi into her to help her calm down.

“Sorry, Ye Mo. I don’t feel well. I’m going back.” Su Jingwen looked apologetically at Ye Mo.

Ye Mo quickly said, “It’s fine. Go back. I’ll be okay. I caused this. Don’t apologize.”

Su Jingwen looked up at Ye Mo, seemingly wanting to say something, but said nothing. She left.

Ye Mo followed Su Jingwen with his spirit sense until she reached her car. Then, he shook his head helplessly. Su Jingwen’s cousin was a real jerk.

Ye Mo dismissed his thoughts and knocked on 205.

“Who is it? We don’t need service.” One Eye’s gruff voice sounded.

Ye Mo pushed open the door, looked at the shocked pair, and said plainly, “You don’t need service, but I do.”

“Who are you? How did you open this door?” One Eye looked at Ye Mo in shock. He’d locked the door. His killer’s instincts surged. In an instant, a black pistol was in his hand.

Han Zai also looked at Ye Mo vigilantly, a triangular spear appearing in his hand.

Ye Mo didn’t react to their weapons. He walked in and sat down.

Calmly, Ye Mo looked at One Eye. “You’re called Ninth Uncle, right? I’m here to save your life, but if you don’t listen, I don’t mind sending you to hell.”

“You’re asking to die.” Ferocity flashed in One Eye’s eyes as he raised his pistol and fired.

Ye Mo raised his hand, catching the bullet with two fingers. His face went cold. “Fire another shot, and I’ll embed this clip in your forehead.”

“You… you caught a bullet?” One Eye’s voice shook.

He’d heard of martial arts masters catching bullets, but this youth, only meters away, caught it with two fingers. Even masters couldn't do that. Was he human?

Ye Mo flicked his fingers, sending the bullet past One Eye’s ear into the wall.

Ye Mo’s cold voice sounded, “Killing you is a simple matter. If you want to live, don’t move. My patience is limited. I won’t forgive you twice.”

Clank. One Eye’s pistol fell. He’d lost his will to fight. He’d seen many things, but this youth rendered him helpless, feeling undefeatable.

He felt his tricks were useless. He would die if he tried anything. Who was this person? When had he offended him?

Han Zai also stared in shock, his weapon lowered. Ye Mo catching the bullet was electrifying. Was this even human?

“Qian bei… you… you…” One Eye felt the youth was familiar. He resembled the Ye Mo in the picture he’d been shown, but it was too shocking to believe.

If Ye Mo was this terrifying, wouldn’t trying to kill those connected to him be suicide?

“I’m Ye Mo, the person you want to kill.” Ye Mo smiled plainly. His tone was even.

They felt hopeless. If this terrifying person was Ye Mo, they had no chance of survival.