The entrance to Nanhua University.
Xia Yu was following behind Chu Mo, excitedly asking him questions.
"So you were just pretending last time? You actually lied to us. And where did you learn your martial arts from?"
"Is it Shaolin or Wudang? Or is it a family tradition? How many people can you fight at most? Ten, please?"
Faced with her endless questions, Chu Mo felt a headache coming on.
"This is a secret. Knowing too much could get you silenced. You should all go back to school now."
He couldn't stay any longer; Xia Yu was such a chatterbox.
The key is that there are some things he can't explain.
Shu Xiaoya is better; not only is she beautiful, but she is also quiet, well-behaved, and understanding.
Shu Xiaoya looked at him with curiosity, but didn't ask any further questions.
Seeing his utterly dejected expression, she couldn't help but chuckle, then tugged at Xia Yu's sleeve and advised:
"Alright, Xiaoyu, stop bothering Chu Mo. Your constant chatter is giving me a headache."
"Xiaoya, I'm your best friend, and you're not helping me? You're such a fickle person."
After the two girls played around and laughed for a while, Chu Mo was finally freed.
He told the two girls to be careful when they went out, and then watched them enter the school gate.
Chu Mo then turned and left.
...
At a large used car dealership.
Wei Ge, his face bruised and swollen, stood obediently in front of a middle-aged man.
The man was probably in his forties, tall and robust, with a stern face.
A long scar on his forehead added to his fierce and imposing aura.
Looking at his cousin, a hint of anger at his lack of ambition flashed across his eyes.
"You mean, when you first met him, he could only get beaten up?"
"This time, he took on seven opponents single-handedly and finished you off in just a few seconds?"
"Yes, at most ten seconds."
Wei Ge still feels lingering fear when he recalls that scene.
Upon receiving an affirmative answer, the middle-aged man's expression turned serious.
"First of all, this is a true master; he was definitely faking it before."
"With such exceptional skills, he would rather have his head smashed open than reveal himself."
"He must have committed some serious crime, so he doesn't want to attract attention, but the fact that he dares to wander around suggests that nobody knows he did it."
The middle-aged man took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and then continued his analysis:
"If you hadn't pushed him to his limit this time, and if no one outside had been paying attention, he probably wouldn't have made a move."
"A person who is skilled, patient, and meticulous—if you don't want to die, don't recklessly provoke him."
The middle-aged man looked serious and stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.
"Uncle, can we just call the police?"
Wei Ge looked unwilling.
"Call the police? On what grounds are you calling the police? Do you even know what he did wrong? Lin Rongwei, are you fucking a pig brain?"
The middle-aged man was furious, glaring at him and almost hitting him.
"You haven't even checked who the other person is, where they live, or what their background is, yet you dare to act recklessly? Do you want to die even faster?"
The man couldn't hold back any longer and kicked the coffee table, shattering the glass on the floor.
Lin Rongwei remained silent, terrified of his uncle since childhood.
My cousin, Lin Guangzhu, started his life in the underworld at the age of fifteen. By the age of thirty, he became a gang leader because of his daring and fighting spirit.
Although I quit my job a few years ago and opened this used car dealership.
But when it comes to Brother Zhu in Nanhua Road, who dares not give him some face?
Seeing his uncle so angry, he instantly turned into a quail.
After a while, Lin Guangzhu calmed down a bit and scolded him fiercely:
"Being in the underworld isn't just about fighting and killing; you also need to use your brain, otherwise you'll get played and killed sooner or later."
Seeing Lin Rongwei obediently nod, Lin Guangzhu then coldly gave the order:
"Although it's said that the purpose of being in the underworld is to make money, and that money makes you the boss, how can you make money if you lose your dignity?"
"I'll have your Uncle Dao investigate thoroughly to see where this outsider came from."
"Uncle, I want to be there when I take action. I want him to kneel down and beg me."
Lin Rongwei looked resentful.
"Hmph, you better behave yourself until we find out the truth."
Lin Guangzhu's eyes were sinister, but he remained noncommittal. Whether or not he could be provoked would only be known after investigation.
...
Chu Mo received a call from his mother right after finishing lunch.
"Amo, why are you sending so much money home? You should save it for yourself."
"I placed a big order, what's wrong with sending you some money?"
Chu Mo was speechless. He only dared to send 100,000 yuan back home first because he was afraid his parents would overthink it.
"Even if you have money, you can't be extravagant. Otherwise, you'll regret it when you need it. Mom will save this money for you."
Chen Yuelan knew her son's stubbornness and knew that talking to him was useless, but she had her own methods.
"Oh dear, I already have some. If you keep doing this, I'm not going back for Mid-Autumn Festival."
Chu Mo quickly threatened.
"You little brat, if you dare not come back for Mid-Autumn Festival, your mother will break your legs."
Ms. Chen's tone was very domineering.
Chu Mo was speechless, his face darkening with exasperation. He protested in silence:
"You old lady, you're being unreasonable! You have money but you don't use it, are you just going to let it mold?"
"As for your son making a fortune, I'll tell you when I get back."
It took him a lot of persuasion to finally dispel her concerns about spending money.
But he also knew that if he didn't personally flaunt his wealth in front of her, the old lady probably wouldn't be able to change her bad habit of saving money.
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