Chapter 566: Dumb, Just Like Him Translator: Timothy Editor: GlobeGlotter
Back when Ye Mo annihilated Jason and the Gray Alliance, the San Francisco Gang benefited most, not the Tang Gang, Hong Martial Gang, or Mountain Gang. They took over almost all of Jason's wealth, including his private mansions, which even Ye Mo found incredibly luxurious.
Tonight was Ye Mo's second visit. He'd come for the San Francisco Gang, bringing only Sha One. Finding the entire gang—over 100 people—in the same meeting room as before, they were instantly surrounded.
"Haha, our Leader Smith knew Gang Leader Sha was coming; he's been waiting," a Chinese man in glasses said, standing beside a white man, presumably the San Francisco Gang's leader. A tall foreigner sat beside the boss, heavily armed, whom Ye Mo identified as "Gun King" Dick via his spirit sense. Ye Mo shook his head.
"You have a traitor," Ye Mo told Sha One.
Sha One's face fell. He hadn't expected news of their arrival to spread so quickly.
"I'm sorry, Ye-Qianbei," Sha One said guiltily.
Ye Mo smiled. "There's nothing to be sorry about. It's good they're all gathered. This San Francisco Gang isn't simple; they knew Shi Kaigen's whereabouts but did nothing, waiting for me."
The boss spoke, then the glasses man said, "Boss Smith says, 'You killed Jason; give us his money, and you live.' If you refuse…" He gestured, and the hundred men drew their guns.
Fifty million? Ye Mo sneered. "The San Francisco Gang has killed many Chinese. It's time you paid!"
Wind blades erupted from Ye Mo's hands, slicing the air. At stage five, he could unleash sixty consecutive blades, easily killing ordinary men. This wasn't revenge for the Tang Gang, but an excuse to deal with Shi Kaigen, who was still alive.
Blood sprayed like fountains. Time seemed to stop. No one reacted. Even Sha One, earth level, was stunned by the massacre. A hundred men, slaughtered instantly, each cut in the same place.
"Looks like I'm getting used to mass slaughter," Ye Mo said casually, chilling Smith and the glasses man. A demon! They understood the Gray Alliance's swift demise. They wouldn't have dared provoke him.
Twelve gunshots rang out. Ye Mo caught the bullets, dropping them with a clink. Dick, with a pistol in each hand, forgot to reload, staring dumbly at the bullets. He'd heard of Chinese catching bullets, but never all of them.
"Sha One, I'll leave him to you," Ye Mo said.
"Yes, Qianbei." Sha One attacked Dick like a gorilla.
Dick fired rapidly, reloading six times, unleashing nearly a hundred bullets. Even a black level fighter would've fallen, but Sha One, earth level, easily overpowered the yellow level Gun King. Ancient martial artists rarely used firearms against masters.
Sha One grabbed Dick, choking him until his pistol dropped.
Ye Mo sneered. "Revenge for Jason? You're weaker than Johnson."
Dick growled, but Ye Mo ignored him. Sha One crushed Dick's neck.
Ye Mo looked at Smith and the glasses man. "Sha One, kill them."
"Don't! I'll tell you the traitor!" The glasses man urinated.
Ye Mo refused. Sha One killed them both.
"This mansion is attractive," Ye Mo sighed, watching Sha One, chilled by the sight of him burning the bodies with fireballs. He was stronger than estimated.
They left the burning mansion. Another San Francisco gang annihilated—perhaps the US government would claim responsibility again.
Two days later, Ye Mo, with a new identity, boarded a plane to Hong Kong. He contemplated, caressing an old diary before opening it.
Meanwhile, an ordinary-looking woman walked Chinatown's streets, lonely, carrying an old bag.
"I'm going back," she sighed. "I should bring something back."
She checked her wallet—enough for a plane ticket, maybe. She took out Ye Mo's card, smiling. "I'll use your money; I'll get your wife a present."
At the ATM, she froze. The screen showed $50 million, not $5,000. Her nose tingled. She withdrew nothing. "You're very dumb," she murmured, "Giving all your money to me? You're dumb, just like him…"