Feng Mo wasn't stupid; he still had the awareness to avoid trouble by spending money. He looked up at the person next to him and said, "Hmm."

Then, not long after, someone brought over a large box of silver and opened it in front of Yao Yao.

The gamblers around didn't disperse; instead, they lingered, their eyes gleaming at the chest full of silver. The thought of cheating in casinos made them eager to try and steal the money, which might just be theirs.

However, seeing Yao Yao and the other two looking calm and collected, seemingly not very threatening, he gave up his plans.

I saw what happened just now; he's clearly a ruthless character.

Feng Mo asked, "So? Is this young master satisfied?"

Yao Yao casually lifted her eyelids. "Boss Feng has dominated the gambling industry in Yecheng for so many years, and this is all the money he has?"

Feng Mo gritted his teeth, "Don't go too far!"

"Oh, what are you saying? Do you expect us to do it ourselves? Well, with your amateur skills, of course you can't lift Mr. Feng's huge fortune."

Seeing Yao Yao's mocking gaze, Feng Mo thought about the hidden silver and stubbornly insisted, "Great hero, don't bully me. My little Ye City is just a tiny place, what more do you want?"

"Hmph," Yao Yao glanced at Feng Mo, "Of course I'll search personally."

Feng Mo didn't believe Yao Yao could find anything, but he was also afraid that Yao Yao would take action. "Heh, search if you want. If you can't find anything, you'll have to leave Ye City!"

The group of people walked in a grand procession toward Boss Feng's residence.

The crowd behind him whispered among themselves, "Do you think this guy can really find something?"

"Hey, don't you think about it? This Boss Feng has been ruining our Ye City for so many years, there must be a lot of silver in his mansion."

"But if they're so confident in letting people in to search, they must have hidden it very well. Maybe you won't find a single penny."

"What you said makes sense..."

Feng Mo stood in front of the house and said, "Hey, hero, this is my house, Feng Mo's house. If you can find any silver, it's all yours."

Yao Yao glanced at the confident Feng Mo and asked, "Boss Feng doesn't seem worried at all?"

Feng Mo wasn't worried at all. This was a mechanism crafted by a master mechanic hired by the big boss; unless someone knew about it beforehand, they couldn't possibly open it. And the treasures were naturally stored inside.

"Is the great hero afraid?"

This time, Yao Yao ignored Feng Mo and went straight into the mansion. On the surface, the Feng mansion was luxuriously decorated, but the things inside were only what an ordinary wealthy family could afford.

This is really not the style of a casino boss in Yecheng.

Inside the hall, the onlookers were naturally not allowed to enter. Feng Mo leisurely sipped his tea, while a burly man said with some concern...

"Manager Feng, is it possible that something will actually be found during the search?"

Feng Mo sneered, "Hmph, this mechanism was personally built by the renowned Master Mo of the martial arts world. How could it possibly go wrong? Besides, I've already sent a message to the big boss, and I'll make sure these two regret it!"

Yao Yao had already arrived at the study. Xu Chi, who was following behind, frowned as he looked at the furnishings of the study. "Young Master, this is the mechanical art we taught. How come it's here?"

As core members of the Demonic Cult, the two were naturally intimately familiar with its mechanical arts. This was clearly... a mechanical art of the Demonic Cult, and one that was kept secret from outsiders. It was generally only learned by internal personnel.

Those skilled in such mechanical arts would be registered wherever they went to build structures, yet they have never been to Ye City. Moreover, the Demonic Sect has been closed for decades, making it even less likely that they would build mechanisms for outsiders. So, who is behind this?