"What I'm best at is still hand-to-hand combat."

Old Mo slowly raised his fist, placing it steadily in front of him, his feet slightly apart at shoulder width, assuming a standard fighting stance. His weathered face appeared remarkably relaxed, as if everything was under complete control.

Although the girl in front of him displayed amazing power, which surprised him slightly, this surprise was only fleeting.

In Lao Mo's view, the killing skills he had accumulated over the years were not something that ordinary people could easily contend with.

No matter how strong an opponent is, they are as insignificant as an ant trying to shake a tree in the face of true skill.

It's as if there's an insurmountable chasm between the two, a chasm that represents not only a difference in strength, but also a world of difference in experience, skills, and understanding of combat.

"Don't you think this is a bit of an exaggeration?"

As Lao Mo stared intently ahead, Chu Yaqin, standing behind him, quietly leaned closer to Shen Lanxin beside her and pointed a finger at the broken stainless steel dagger lying on the ground. She frowned slightly and whispered.

"Hmm...maybe it really is innate superhuman strength."

Shen Lanxin was equally puzzled, and for a moment she didn't know how to explain this extraordinary event.

It should be noted that she had been diligently practicing whip techniques since childhood, and over the years, she had already raised her strength to a level that was difficult for ordinary people to reach, which can be said to be the peak state that humans can reach.

However, at this moment, after witnessing Mu Xiaoxi display such astonishing power, she felt ashamed of herself.

Therefore, when she saw Old Mo looking confident and self-assured, she couldn't help but laugh.

"Prepare to die!"

Old Mo stared coldly at Mu Xiaoxi's delicate jawline, secretly plotting how to knock her down in one blow.

He clenched his fists tightly, his arm muscles tense, and then swung his right arm violently, like a ferocious beast pouncing on its prey, smashing it down hard on Mu Xiaoxi.

This punch contained all his strength, and he firmly believed that as long as it hit the target, Mu Xiaoxi would definitely lose consciousness on the spot.

However, just as that fist the size of a sandbag was about to touch Mu Xiaoxi, she still wore a sweet smile, showing no sign of panic. She lightly rose to her feet, and in the blink of an eye, she moved like a ghost behind Lao Mo! Where she had originally stood, a blurry afterimage remained.

"Afterimage?"

Old Mo was startled and couldn't help but cry out.

But there was no time for him to think, because before he could turn around to check the situation, and before his fist even touched Mu Xiaoxi's shadow, an incredibly powerful force attacked from behind.

Immediately afterwards, a crisp "smack" rang out, and Lao Mo was like a kite with a broken string, forcefully slapped to the ground.

The sudden slap was extremely powerful and heavy; Lao Mo felt as if he had been slammed hard by a Xiaomi SU7.

He was involuntarily spun rapidly in the air, completing a full circle before crashing heavily to the ground in a disheveled manner.

The moment his cheek made intimate contact with the hard ground, a metallic taste rose in his throat.

Along with the blood, several pearly white teeth splattered out. These teeth lay scattered on the ground, gleaming faintly.

This shows that Lao Mo takes good care of his teeth; otherwise, the number of teeth that would have fallen out would probably be far more than just a few.

"You're good at hand-to-hand combat, huh?"

"Smack!"

"You bitch, how dare you treat me like this!"

"You bitch, aren't you?"

"Smack!"

"If I bring a gun, you're dead!"

"You're carrying a gun, aren't you?"

"Smack!"

Four crisp and loud slaps rang out in succession, like thunderbolts striking Old Mo.

This sudden, series of heavy blows left the seasoned veteran, known for his ruthlessness, completely stunned. Like a dog whose spine had been removed, he collapsed limply to the ground, staring blankly and helplessly at the seemingly delicate and frail young girl before him.

Over the years, Lao Mo has been walking on the edge of life and death, struggling through countless bloody battles and hardships.

He once even single-handedly killed three heavily armed bodyguards with a dagger.

However, at this moment, facing this seemingly delicate and weak girl, he felt as if he had been frozen in place, as if all his strength had been drained by a mysterious force, leaving him completely powerless.

Oh, actually it wasn't that he had completely lost his power, but rather that the girl's strength far exceeded his expectations.

Only then did Old Mo realize, as if waking from a dream, that he had made a fatal mistake.

Why didn't I heed Uncle Dong's advice and keep the pistol with me?

That thing is fast and accurate, it works really well!

Unfortunately, no.

"You're not going to say anything, are you?"

"Smack!"

Another slap landed, and Old Mo's cheeks were swollen like loaves of bread. The murderous intent and doubt in his eyes vanished, replaced by the clarity of a college student.

"Is it possible to reach a settlement?"

"Smack!"

"Three slaps on each side, that's balanced."

You've achieved balance, but I'm doomed.

And so, filled with deep regret, Old Mo closed his eyes.

Seeing this, Mu Xiaoxi quickly squatted down, reached out to check his breath, and then breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank goodness, he held back a bit, no one died."

Mu Xiaoxi wasn't afraid of someone dying, but Chu Yaqin had told her beforehand not to use assassins, and that she was counting on using this old man to find Lin Yaodong.

Therefore, Mu Xiaoxi only used slightly more strength than usual when fighting in the arena today. After all, she wouldn't let this old Mo, who wanted to hurt Mu Liuyun, get away with it easily.

Upon hearing Mu Xiaoxi say that she was holding back, Chu Yaqin and Shen Lanxin exchanged a glance and pursed their lips at each other.

No wonder such a lovely Mu Liuyun has never been kidnapped by other perverted women since she was a child.

"Xiaoxi, check if he has his phone with him."

As soon as Chu Yaqin finished speaking, a beeping sound came from Lao Mo's body.

Following the sound, she took a feature phone from Lao Mo's pocket; the caller ID showed an unknown number.

Chu Yaqin didn't think that such a ruthless killer would fall victim to telecom fraud; it was most likely that Lin Yaodong was calling to inquire about the situation.

So she answered the phone without hesitation, and then heard an old voice on the other end.

"Is it all done?"

Upon hearing this voice, Chu Yaqin subconsciously glanced at Lao Mo, who was lying on the ground, his life hanging in the balance, and then responded.

"nailed it."

"Lying on the ground without moving, pretending to be a turtle."