Chapter 562: Who Set Them Up
Translator: Timothy Editor: GlobeGlotter
Brother Dou, thrown into a garbage can, stared at Ye Mo in shock. He knew that despite his local dominance, he was weak in the eyes of true ancient martial artists. Yet, this young man had effortlessly seized his neck, rendering him immobile. He estimated the young man to be at least black level or above. His ancient martial arts master had taught him that black-level martial artists were usually secluded in hidden sects, rarely encountered. If encountered, they were not to be offended; their lives held no value to such individuals, mere insects to be crushed at will.
The previously cocky Brother Dou broke into a cold sweat. He’d been inches from death; a single whim from the young man would have ended him.
Those fawning over Brother Dou stopped, retreating instantly. Even the fighters on stage halted, all knowing Brother Dou—Dou Yuezhu—who, since arriving five years ago, had undefeated every fighter. Jim, the boxing ring's boss, had made him the ring’s top fighter, even granting him a share of the profits.
Dou Yuezhu struggled from the bin, ignoring the trash clinging to him, and hurried to Ye Mo.
A woman, cigar in hand, rushed to Dou Yuezhu, blurting, “Brother Dou, I’ll get more men, this kid’s too—”
“Piss off,” Dou Yuezhu cut her off, slapping her across the face. She spun, falling to the ground.
Though his body ached, Dou Yuezhu knew the young man hadn’t used a lethal blow; otherwise, he wouldn't be standing.
“Qianbei, Wanbei, Dou Yuezhu was blind to see Mount Tai. I deserve death for offending you,” he declared. Except for a few perceptive individuals, everyone assumed Dou Yuezhu was preparing another attack, making his words shocking.
Brother Dou’s fear was evident.
“Even Brother Dou fears him! Who is this young Chinese man? Is he here to open a new ring, ruining this one?” someone whispered cautiously.
“Are you an idiot? Can’t you see he’s here for that young man on the ground? Besides, Annie knows him,” someone retorted.
Ye Mo coldly scanned Dou Yuezhu. He saw the man's shrewdness, sensing his usefulness. Had Dou Yuezhu not approached, Ye Mo would have used a wind blade.
Ye Mo hadn't killed Brother Dou because something felt amiss. Yin Si and Yin Jia were ordinary people from Chinese Back Street; even with Yin Jia’s loss, why would anyone prevent them from going to the hospital? Yin Si was pretty, but not to the extent of forcing her into submission. Yet their words revealed that Sister Yan was the target.
Seeing Ye Mo’s silence, Dou Yuezhu grew anxious. Ye Mo soon spoke, coldly, “Find a place for Yin Jia to rest. Take me to your boss; he's bold.”
“Yes, yes,” Dou Yuezhu readily agreed.
Ye Mo then instructed Annie and Yin Si, “Annie, you and Yin Si take Yin Jia home to rest. He should be fine. I’ll handle some business and return. Don't worry, no one will dare touch you here.”
“Thank you, Brother Ye,” Yin Si gratefully replied.
“Okay, okay. Brother Ye, we’ll wait for you,” Annie added.
Ye Mo followed Dou Yuezhu to a luxurious office. A fat white man approached shakily, seemingly having received news.
He addressed Ye Mo and Dou Yuezhu in Chinese, “Honorable boxing king, you’re my VIP. I’m Jim, the—”
Ye Mo kicked him hard in the stomach, sending Jim flying several meters into a chair.
His bodyguards drew their guns, but before they could react, Ye Mo dispatched two wind blades, severing their hands.
“No, no, stop!” Jim frantically waved his hands. Unlike others, he knew something of Dou Yuezhu's ancient martial arts, believing—though with difficulty—in the existence of incredibly powerful individuals who disregarded the law.
The bodyguards lay on the floor.
Dou Yuezhu sweated profusely. He hadn't seen Ye Mo use projectiles or directly sever the bodyguards' arms, but he dared not dismiss the possibility. He'd never witnessed such control over chi.
Ye Mo approached Jim, kicking him again. Turning to Dou Yuezhu, he said, “Dou Yuezhu, I spared you. I know you’re smart. I won’t repeat myself. Tell me why you targeted Yin Jia. Even after Yin Si agreed to your demands, why didn’t you release them? One more lie, and you die.”
“Yes, yes, I understand,” Dou Yuezhu stammered. “Ross from the hotel restaurant wanted Yin Jia dead and Yin Si and her aunt to find him. I don’t know why. Jim took the job; I just guarded the ring.” The thought of Ye Mo’s invisible projectile shook him.
Ye Mo looked coldly at Jim, who began crying, “Qianbei, it’s not me! I—”
Jim tried for an excuse, failing miserably.
Ye Mo kicked him in the head, saying coldly, “Call Ross and the person who beat Yin Jia immediately.”
“Yes, yes,” Jim whimpered.
Ye Mo frowned. He’d seen Edward and Ross set them up at the restaurant. Though he didn't know Ross's grudge against the Yin siblings, that woman mentioned Sister Yan. Were they targeting her? If so, why not simply abduct her? It was certainly within their capabilities in this town.