Chapter 570: Group of Frauds

Translator: Timothy Editor: GlobeGlotter

Knowing Luo Dongsheng and having been classmates, Ye Mo didn't want him pointing a broken gun at people. He quickly walked over, repaired the gun, and quickly put it back, all so rapidly that Luo Dongsheng didn't notice. Luo Dongsheng's full attention was on the fat man.

Luo Dongsheng saw the fat man go to the toilet and immediately followed him in.

“Who are you? What do you want?” The fat man, not stupid, immediately sensed something was amiss.

“Scream, and I’ll shoot,” Luo Dongsheng said, pointing the gun at the fat man’s temples.

“Who the hell are you?” The fat man, slightly sweating, remained relatively calm.

Luo Dongsheng ignored him, handing him a bank card and coldly demanding, “Transfer five million to this account immediately. Don’t play any tricks. Take longer than three minutes, and I’ll shoot. I only have one life, so scream all you want; I don’t care if we die together.”

“Don’t get agitated, I’ll transfer it now, immediately!” the fat man said, taking out his phone.

“There’s no signal,” the fat man said shakily.

Luo Dongsheng sneered, “Give me the card and the PIN.”

The fat man complied without hesitation.

Ye Mo felt the man had given up his possessions too easily, suspecting the fat man had something up his sleeve. If Luo Dongsheng tried to withdraw the money, he’d likely be exposed. Surely Luo Dongsheng wasn't that stupid, right?

Ye Mo noticed Luo Dongsheng’s shaking hand and shook his head. This was probably Luo Dongsheng’s first time doing something like this.

Luo Dongsheng took the card, his hand shaking even more. He said coldly, “One year ago, you and a police officer raped a girl named Xiao Yun. She committed suicide after going home. Today, I avenge Xiao Yun, in the same place. Xiao Yun, rest in peace—”

Luo Dongsheng fired, covering the fat man’s mouth.

Ye Mo shook his head. Luo Dongsheng wasn't entirely stupid; he'd fired quickly and covered the fat man's mouth to prevent screaming.

Ye Mo returned to his seat.

Seeing this, Meng Jiushan said, “You didn’t do anything. Why did you go over? To watch a show?”

Ye Mo knew Meng Jiushan was capable, but didn't understand his certainty about Ye Mo's innocence. Had his impression of him really become that bad?

Ignoring the question, Ye Mo said, “Mr. Meng, I told you I’m a doctor. Whether you believe me or not, your U.S. checkups will be useless; your condition is undiagnosable. But I wonder: how did you know you were sick?”

Meng Jiushan was shocked. Had he been mistaken? Was this young man truly a master?

But how was that possible? Older doctors were usually more skilled. Ye Mo was only in his twenties. He’d seen many ancient martial arts masters, none of whom could tell his condition was undiagnosable by hospitals.

“Mr. Meng, if I said I could cure you, would you believe me?” Ye Mo said.

“You?” If Ye Mo hadn’t mentioned the hospital’s inability to diagnose his condition, Meng Jiushan would have rebuked him for boasting. Regardless, Meng Jiushan remained unconvinced. “You can cure my disease? Young man, do you know how many talented medical masters have failed to cure me? Yet you think you can?”

Ye Mo smiled, “There are all sorts of capable people in this world. Saying no one can cure your condition is an overstatement. You just haven’t met the right person yet. Consider it your lucky day.”

Their conversation attracted the attention of the young man behind them (Meng Jiushan’s grandson) and the two women in front.

The young girl whispered to the middle-aged woman, “Mom, I think they’re trying to cheat us.”

Ye Mo ignored them, no longer intending to help the woman. His attention was on Meng Jiushan. Meng Jiushan possessed excellent fortune-telling abilities—if Ye Mo could learn his concepts and predict his own fortune, it might benefit his cultivation.

More importantly, Ye Mo sensed both Meng Jiushan and his grandson possessed abundant essence and good spirits. He wondered why there was death chi around them.

Meng Jiushan heard Ye Mo’s words and laughed angrily. Ignorant and arrogant! If he’d known earlier, he wouldn't have spoken to him. He'd seen Ye Mo’s power wasn't bad and assumed he was from some ancient martial arts family. Now, he was starting to believe the young girl’s words. This young man was a fraud.

Ye Mo saw the sneer on Meng Jiushan’s face and that he no longer wished to speak. Ye Mo wasn't worried; he would check if Meng Jiushan had any books on fortune-telling. If so, he would read them and return them; he could remember everything with his spirit sense.

“Sir, can you really cure my grandpa’s condition?” the young man asked excitedly.

“Xiao Ku, this is none of your business,” Meng Jiushan rebuked.

Before Ye Mo could reply, the young girl said to her mother, “Mom, see? They’re a group of frauds. If I hadn’t stopped you, you would’ve been tricked.”

Ye Mo ignored her and said to Xiao Ku, “I can’t be 100% sure. I need to examine your grandfather, but if he’s unwilling to be treated, he’ll only live about half a month.”

“What?! You can tell I only have half a month left?” Meng Jiushan was truly shocked. He'd come to the U.S. precisely because he had only half a month left. This young man had seen through that instantly! Was he really a hidden master?

Ye Mo sneered, “Not only that, but your grandson has the same disease, though less serious.”

“Huh?!” Meng Jiushan’s hand shook, almost knocking over his juice.

He immediately stood and bowed to Ye Mo, “I deeply apologize, young friend. I judged you wrongly. Please forgive me. May I ask your name?”

Ye Mo had a slightly better impression of Meng Jiushan; he apologized upon realizing his mistake. However, Ye Mo couldn’t use his real name—he was too famous in the U.S.

“I’m Mo Ying.”