Chapter 611: See Through
Translator: Timothy_ Editor: GlobeGlotter
Ye Mo sensed that Kong Laiwu’s previous statement contained undisclosed information.
Kong Laiwu continued, “If I’m not mistaken, you are Ye Mo. The person behind you must be Mayor Shi. If you don’t mind, I’ll call you Young Master Mo.”
Kong Laiwu appeared calm, but privately knew that if the man before him truly was Ye Mo, he was likely no match. He hadn’t expected to encounter Ye Mo here.
Ye Mo finally understood the oddity of Kong Laiwu’s first sentence. Ancient martial artists rarely studied firearms; yet Kong Laiwu, a peak Earth Level master—meaning he’d trained since childhood—knew about the Type 64 pistol. This was unusual.
Considering Kong Laiwu addressed him without Dai Heng’s permission, Ye Mo surmised Kong Laiwu held at least equal status.
Ye Mo ignored Kong Laiwu and looked at Dai Heng. “You’re the one causing trouble in the Jiuhe Corporation case and harassing Li Chunsheng?”
“Haha!” Dai Heng laughed, then abruptly ceased, saying coldly, “So you’re Ye Mo. The Qiu family fears you, the Song family fears you, but I, Dai Heng, do not. What are you? I know you wield power in Luo Yue, but so what? Even if you summon Xu Yuehua, what then? You’re right, I caused all that trouble. What will you do about it?”
Ye Mo was momentarily stunned, then realized few knew he owned Luo Yue. He’d delegated management and public representation to Xu Yuehua, Yu Miaodan, and Zang Jiayan.
Dai Heng’s assumption that Ye Mo was merely a manager was understandable. This also meant Han Zaixin hadn’t revealed anything.
Ye Mo spun his pistol and ordered plainly, “Send Lu Lin, Yi Yanyan, and Yi Xiaodi here immediately.”
Dai Heng looked at Kong Laiwu. Ye Mo understood Dai Heng wanted Kong Laiwu to intercept the bullets, but despite Kong Laiwu’s outward nod, he inwardly sneered. Dai Heng was courting death. While he desired to fight Ye Mo, he dared not risk it. He needed An Ende. Dai Heng’s fate was inconsequential to him.
Seeing Kong Laiwu’s nod, Dai Heng said lazily, “Clever of you to figure it all out. But unfortunately, Li Chunsheng is asking for death. Even if he hadn’t come to Jiu Tang, his end would be the same. As for you—”
Bang bang—Blood erupted from Dai Heng’s knee, and he knelt.
Terror filled his eyes, eclipsing the pain. He glared at Kong Laiwu, incredulous that Kong Laiwu hadn’t intercepted the two bullets—mere toys to him, he thought—why hadn’t he saved him?
But Kong Laiwu’s face was also pale. He couldn’t comprehend Ye Mo’s speed with the Type 64. The shots were far faster than normal. More shocking still, the moment Ye Mo fired, Kong Laiwu felt locked onto by intense killing intent. He felt he’d die with the slightest movement.
He’d thought the difference in their strength was minimal, but now knew he was far inferior. He’d planned to intercept a bullet aimed at Dai Heng’s vitals, but realized now he couldn’t stop any of Ye Mo’s shots. He broke into a sweat. Without An Ende, Ye Mo could kill him easily.
Kong Laiwu confirmed his prior intel: Ye Mo was a half-step Great Heaven master, infinitely close to the Great Heaven stage. He remained silent, hoping his associate arrived swiftly; otherwise, their plan would fail.
Seeing Kong Laiwu’s grim silence, Dai Heng realized he couldn’t rely on him.
“I have one more bullet. Speak another word, and it’s for your forehead,” Ye Mo said, gesturing to his pistol.
“Dai Heng, bring Lu Lin and her two daughters here immediately. How dare you take Young Master Mo’s friends! Have An Ende bring them to Young Master Mo,” Kong Laiwu roared.
Dai Heng shivered, finally terrified. While Kong Laiwu seemed his bodyguard, he could easily ignore him. He didn’t understand why An Ende specifically, but obeyed. Kong Laiwu was clearly more informed.
He’d planned to sleep with all three women; now he’d lost his knees.
The woman behind Dai Heng was stunned. Everything happened too fast. Her reliance had been shattered.
Dai Heng immediately called An Ende to bring the three women. He’d been arrogant lately. Leaving China five years prior, he returned brimming with confidence, having recently joined a top-tier organization.
Ye Mo knew Dai Heng was a scapegoat, but Kong Laiwu’s last words were odd: ‘Have An Ende bring them to Young Master Mo.’ Was the messenger important?
Before the three arrived, numerous police officers arrived, worried at the sight of blood and bodies.
Kong Laiwu was about to dismiss them when Ye Mo produced a document. “Remove the bodies and arrest these thugs.”
The police respectfully obeyed.
Even Kong Laiwu wondered about Ye Mo’s true identity, seeing the police’s unquestioning obedience.
“Wang Chu, you may leave. Shi Xiu, stay.” Ye Mo knew they were unhelpful.
Wang Chu left. Shi Xiu’s friends fled. Only Xue Guoyang and Shi Xiu remained.
“Young Master Mo, we didn’t intend to antagonize you. The Dai and Qiu families sought to oppose the Li family, then the Ye family joined, and this happened. Forgive our disrespect,” Kong Laiwu admitted.
Ye Mo, uninterested in political maneuvering, smiled. “Mr. Kong, you must be of significant background to reach peak Earth Level. Aside from the Zhang family’s Zhang Zhihui, I don’t know which Chinese family possesses an Earth peak master. Are you truly with the Dai family?”
Kong Laiwu’s eyes narrowed. He hadn’t expected Ye Mo to discern his power level. This shook him. They hadn’t even exchanged blows, so how did Ye Mo know? Had he already reached Great Heaven Level?
Before Kong Laiwu could respond, Ye Mo scoffed, “You’re not from the Dai family, are you? Frankly, I don’t think you’re even Chinese. Your methods are familiar. They remind me of an organization I’ve heard of: Northern Sand.”
Kong Laiwu trembled, his tea spilling. Ye Mo and Northern Sand were sworn enemies; even without shooting Dai Heng, he’d sought an opportunity to summon An Ende. He didn’t know how Ye Mo knew his affiliation with Northern Sand.
At that moment, Ye Mo’s spirit sense detected a short, white man approaching the restaurant entrance.