Chapter 509: Worth 10 Billion

Translator: Tim Editor: GlobeGlotter

Liang Shiguo’s angry expression showed Ye Mo was too cocky. But he had to comply; defying Ye Mo would surely result in the deaths of all three of them.

Though unhappy about his men’s deaths and Ye Mo’s control of the situation, Liang Shiguo had no choice. He pressed a table button and said, “Bring Ye Zifeng here immediately.”

Then, Liang Shiguo added, “Mr. Ye, we’re here for a genuine discussion, but you killed 27 of our elite men upon arrival. Is this your method? Northern Sand isn’t to be trifled with. Even with your strength, you can’t protect the Ye family and Flowing Snake alone.”

Ye Mo smiled. “For a genuine discussion, avoid tricks. Don't threaten me. Northern Sand’s strength is your business. I have no intention of becoming your enemy, but I’m not afraid of you either.”

Ye Mo knew Liang Shiguo wasn’t easily intimidated. His compliant attitude stemmed not from fear, but from the importance of their discussion.

“Your arrogance is misplaced. You shouldn’t flaunt your victory over that ninja. He was nothing. I, Chen Zhui, could have killed him quickly. We don’t want to fight, not from fear, but because we have no conflict of interest. A friend is better than an enemy,” the earth peak level man stated.

Liang Shiguo frowned, skeptical. The ninja was reputed to easily kill earth peak level martial artists.

Ye Mo looked at Chen Zhui with surprise. He didn’t think Chen Zhui was lying; the ninja excelled only in movement techniques. Initial opponents were disadvantaged, but once his movements were understood, he was at most a mid-earth level martial artist, or less.

Ye Mo realized Ye Zifeng had entered the entertainment area. Wanting to spare him the bloody scene, he scanned Liang Shiguo and said, “Let him go alone.”

Liang Shiguo understood and gave the order. With Ye Mo present, keeping Ye Zifeng was pointless.

“Now that your brother’s gone, can we negotiate? If you wish to continue, come to the secret room,” Liang Shiguo rose.

Ye Mo smiled. Liang Shiguo didn’t dare to sit above him, so he said, “In that case, please.”

As if nothing had happened, Liang Shiguo regained his composure and led Ye Mo into a small room.

The room, at most 40 m², contained three well-hidden cameras, easily detected by Ye Mo’s spirit sense. He swiftly destroyed them with three golden needles, unnoticed.

While unsure why Liang Shiguo monitored him, Ye Mo disliked leaving evidence.

“Mr. Ye, meet Chen Zhui and Peter. I hope the discussion goes smoothly,” Liang Shiguo introduced them.

Ye Mo sat, stating directly, “Mr. Liang, say what you need to say. No need to waste time.”

Ye Mo knew a conflict existed. No matter his politeness, Northern Sand wouldn’t forgo revenge, though only after his death. He’d heard of their ambition; they wouldn’t offend a master like him for 20 or 30 insignificant people.

“Then I’ll be direct. Mr. Ye, you’ve heard about the He Feng Yuan family. Though you weren’t present, we know you were involved,” Liang Shiguo stared at Ye Mo.

Ye Mo sneered. Denial was pointless. “That’s right, I annihilated the Yuan family.”

“Excellent! I admire your courage,” Liang Shiguo clapped, adding, “Yuan Zhirong was an outer member; his actions against your Luo Yue were his fault. However, we entrusted something to the Yuan family, and later couldn’t find it on Yuan Zhirong.”

Liang Shiguo intently studied Ye Mo’s expression, searching for something. Unsuccessful, he continued, “We suspected the government had it, but our investigation proved otherwise. Someone must have taken it. We invited you to ask if you’ve seen it.”

Ye Mo considered. It was likely the golden case found near Yuan Zhirong’s crash. No wonder no one stopped the plane; Northern Sand had people among the higher-ups. They were everywhere.

“What thing are you talking about?” Ye Mo frowned, feigning ignorance and irritation.

Liang Shiguo’s heart sank. His experience and calculation were renowned, yet he gleaned nothing from Ye Mo’s expression. Even if Ye Mo denied it, knowing his possession would allow other methods of retrieval.

He understood why his superiors hadn’t captured and interrogated him. He only had this chance, so after Ye Mo’s question he said, “A golden case containing a fist-sized crystal. It resembles a diamond, but it’s an ore. It’s useless to others, only to Northern Sand. If you find it, we’ll pay 10 billion.”

Ye Mo was shocked. No diamond compared to that price. What kind of crystal was worth so much? He needed a closer look.

If it was that precious, he needed to learn its purpose from Liang Shiguo.