Chapter 557: Neighbor Coming for a Chat Translator: Timothy Editor: GlobeGlotter
Mesica was a small, poor town in the US, but it had one significant figure: Edward. Although not significant himself, his family, the Bohrs, were members of the infamous Black Hand Gang. Edward was no longer considered a Bohr, but few knew that. Mesica Town's stability was largely due to him.
Edward used his family name to make money, but he never overstepped, maintaining good relations with the local government; sometimes they even collaborated. He owned the town's largest private manor and employed forty to fifty men. He occasionally robbed nearby towns, cleverly avoiding any conflict with the government.
Since Ye Mo had entered his manor, surrounded by his men, Edward didn't bother with pretense. He assumed Ye Mo would obediently hand over money.
“Edward, your house is really big; you must’ve earned a lot in this town!” Ye Mo said.
Edward shook his head. This young Chinese man was clearly foolish, unaware he'd fallen into a trap. Edward eagerly awaited his pleas for mercy.
“Compared to my manor, you’d be more interested in my collection. Many look like glass but are beautiful antiques. I'm sure you'd love to buy them, hahaha!” Edward laughed.
Unexpectedly, Ye Mo nodded seriously. “Yes, compared to antiques, I prefer glass collectibles. Glass products require molding, firing, and intricate marking; they're far harder to make than antiques dug from the ground.”
Edward was stunned. Was this man an idiot?
Ye Mo sneered. He knew Edward intended to extort him. Ye Mo wasn't heartless; he saw Edward's authority and knew Annie and Yin Si would be in danger if he left. He couldn't leave, and perhaps he could even profit.
The moment Edward spoke, Ye Mo knew an attack was imminent. Edward's desperation was evident; he couldn't even wait until they went inside. Ye Mo started to sneer, but stopped.
Seeing Ye Mo stop, Edward thought he'd realized the danger and intended to flee—playing dumb! He signaled, and the gates closed. But Ye Mo didn't flee; he walked faster toward the manor, seemingly captivated by its beauty.
Edward was right. Ye Mo was captivated, and shocked. The manor was filled with lush greenery and incredibly fresh air. He sensed far stronger spirit chi than outside. Spirit chi!
Even more shockingly, the plants seemed nourished by spirit water! ‘A spirit ore mine? A spirit well?’ Ye Mo was dazed and excited. How lucky he was to find this place!
“Mr. Edward, your place is lovely. I love it already.” Ye Mo calmed himself, ignoring the men.
Edward smiled coldly. “Heh, that’s great. Since you love it so much, take a good look.”
Ye Mo used his spirit sense but found no wells or mines. What was this?
“Mr. Edward, am I imagining things, or are your plants different? The air is amazing,” Ye Mo said casually.
“Hahaha!” Edward, though confident of victory, couldn't resist showing off. “Specialists care for it; it’s perfect for living.”
Ye Mo pondered, then asked, “Mr. Edward, what's your secret? I'd gladly pay tens of millions for it.”
“How much you pay isn't up to you!” Edward snarled, ordering his men, “Drag him in. I want to see how much I can get out of him.”
“Wow, you’re boring.” Ye Mo shook his head.
Before Edward reacted, Ye Mo unleashed fireballs, reducing the seven men to dust. Edward rubbed his eyes, thinking he hallucinated.
Ye Mo grabbed Edward, dragging him through the manor. Soon, Edward realized all his men, except some servants, were dust. Ye Mo dumped him in the guest hall. Edward understood his predicament.
This Chinese man, with his terrifying, mark-less killings, was too scary!
“Sir, excuse me, Sir, I have many antiques—no, glassware! Take them all!” Edward didn't dare move.
Ye Mo tossed an ashtray at Edward’s head. “Are you an idiot? I can find glassware anywhere. Do I need to buy it from you?”
“Ehm, no, I have money! Tens of millions of dollars! I’ll give it all to you! And this mansion!” Edward frantically changed the subject.
Ye Mo shook his head. He’d expected hundreds of millions, not mere tens of millions. Poor guy. Still, something was better than nothing. He tossed Edward a card. “Transfer it.”
Edward cautiously took the card, eyeing Ye Mo, wanting to ask for mercy, but saw another fireball. He quickly obeyed.
Later, Edward returned the card. Ye Mo took it and said pleasantly, “Edward, I am interested in your place. What’s the secret to this wonderful air?”
Had he not witnessed Ye Mo’s massacre, Edward might have believed he'd just had a neighborly chat.