Chapter 610: Coming Here with Initiative

Translator: Timothy_ Editor: GlobeGlotter

“You really dared to shoot! I’ll kill your entire fami-,” a ferocious-looking man behind Black Head lunged forward, Black Head’s right hand. He drew a sword. But before he could finish, Ye Mo fired again.

Ye Mo sneered. He could tell that many lives had been lost at their hands. Then, Ye Mo looked at the remaining people and asked, “Anyone else wants to talk? Hurry up, I still have a few bullets left.”

He didn’t need a gun to kill these people, but he’d used it because he didn’t want trouble. He couldn’t use fireballs to kill them all, and a gun was much easier. Moreover, he had a license to kill. He just didn’t want to cause a slaughter, so he’d only killed a few to warn them. Of course, the main point was to heighten the tension. If they didn’t respect him, he wouldn’t feel guilty killing them. Li Chunsheng was helping him, having appeared in Jiu Tang a few days ago. He couldn’t believe they didn’t know he was involved.

If they knew this and still attacked, their actions were highly questionable. Ye Mo was sure the higher-ups in China knew he was closely related to Luo Yue, if not responsible. Even knowing this, they still hadn’t considered him and intervened in his case. It was no longer a fight for power—it was more serious, potentially resulting in international discord. No matter how powerful the Qiu and Dai families were, they couldn’t ignore this.

Shi Xiu’s friends stared at Ye Mo in disbelief. That bunch of phonies tried to flee.

Ye Mo sneered, “Did I say you could leave?”

They faltered and stopped. An eerie silence fell.

Clap, clap—

Almost everyone turned to see a man in his thirties standing at the door.

“Exciting. Too exciting! Like a circus—two shots and no one dares to speak. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen someone as bold as you.” The man’s lips were thin.

Two bulky men, over 1.9 meters tall, stood before him, protecting him. Each carried a pistol, and they were far more skilled with firearms than Ye Mo.

He didn’t mind. Yellow level middle stage? Ye Mo immediately assessed the man’s power. The two men protecting him were also yellow level middle stage. So, he was only yellow level middle stage, but he dared to act up in front of him? Furthermore, that man wasn’t particularly talented. He’d reached yellow level middle stage in his thirties.

What caught Ye Mo’s attention wasn’t the man’s power, but the two people beside him, a man and a woman. The man, though short and in his fifties, was earth level peak stage. Judging by his qi wave, he was on par with Zeng Zhengxia.

What truly caught Ye Mo’s attention was the woman. She was only in her twenties, with a vibrant and attractive face. Ye Mo was shocked; at first glance, she seemed innocent and soft, making you want to protect her; but a second look revealed a natural seductiveness. Standing still, she was breathtaking.

Ye Mo sneered; she possessed a naturally seductive body. He wasn’t sure if it was cultivation or natural talent, but she had an eerie beauty. Her looks surpassed Su Jingwen, but in Ye Mo’s eyes, she wasn’t as good as Xu Wei.

Although Ye Mo disregarded her, Shi Xiu and the others looked at her as though they wanted to devour her.

Then, the man glared at Luo Ying, his reaction no better than Black Head’s. If the woman behind him used her body and seduction to display her beauty, then the woman before him was an indescribable goddess.

“I’ll take that woman,” the man declared, pointing at Luo Ying.

Ye Mo sneered and raised his gun.

“Haha—Don’t bother waving your gun. Even if you shot all the bullets, a gun like that won’t harm me at all,” the man laughed.

The two bodyguards didn’t even bother drawing their weapons; they charged at Ye Mo. In their eyes, he was no stronger than an ant. They’d trained daily to dodge bullets; a pistol like Ye Mo’s was slower than a Type 54.

Although Han Zaixin had given Ye Mo a pistol, it wasn’t for self-protection, but more as a symbol of power.

Bang, bang—He shot the two bodyguards in the forehead. Their bodies fell.

The man stared dumbly, disbelieving what he’d just seen.

He finally reacted, his cockiness gone. He looked coldly at Ye Mo and said nothing. At the same time, the fifty-year-old earth level peak martial artist stepped forward.

“You’d need a Type 64 to kill Young Master Heng’s bodyguards. You must not be a simple man. I’m Kong Laiwu. What’s your name?” the fifty-year-old man saluted Ye Mo with his fist.

Ye Mo considered the situation. So he was Dai Heng, which meant the woman behind him was Yi Lan. She was pretty indeed. He hadn’t even gone looking for him, yet Young Master Heng had come to him.