Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!Four sharp sounds in quick succession. Four men who had charged up to Ye Mo were kicked flying in an instant. It happened so fast no one could even tell the order in which they were hit. At most, those with keen eyesight could catch a few blurry shadows of legs.
The rest of the attackers were bowled over by the flying bodies, collapsing in a tangled heap like a human domino chain. Those first four were slammed straight into the stone wall, and when they slid to the ground, they were barely breathing—clearly crippled, if not dead.
The entire room froze.
What kind of terrifying skill was this? Was this man even human?
A young man behind the Vietnamese gang leader was the first to react. He reached instinctively for his gun—but before his fingers could even touch the trigger, a bloody hole appeared in his forehead. He collapsed, eyes wide open, dead before he hit the ground.
Silence.
No one dared move. This man had walked through the door and killed five people in a few breaths, not including the two guards he'd killed outside. Seven dead—and no one had even seen how he moved.
The Vietnamese gang boss snapped out of his shock first. His instincts told him this young man wasn't just ruthless—he was a monster. He quickly said, "Friend, this is a misunderstanding! Yes, we occupied that temple, but we had no idea it was yours. I, Wang Xian, am willing to compensate you double for any losses!"
Ye Mo snorted coldly, his expression unchanged. His hand flicked once more, and two Filipino gang members—both armed—fell to the ground with matching holes in their foreheads, their guns flung several feet away.
This time, Wang Xian finally saw it clearly. The man had merely raised his hand slightly, and two people died instantly. Whatever he had thrown was even faster and deadlier than a bullet. This man was terrifying.
Ye Mo's voice was chilling.
"Can you afford to compensate me?You injured my friend Fang Nan and killed his men.Even if you could pay for it—I'm sending you all back to where you came from."
Without another word, Ye Mo raised his hand again. The iron nails he carried flew out like a hailstorm.
With so many people, it would be hard for his spiritual sense to track all threats at once. He had to thin the crowd quickly.
"Brothers! Fight him! All at once!" Wang Xian finally shouted after over a dozen more men had dropped. But he himself had already started slipping toward the back—eyes locked on a window.
He regretted choosing this fancy stone house more than anything now. No back door. Even the windows were tightly sealed and reinforced. He yanked and pulled, but nothing budged.
The room dissolved into blood and chaos. Gunfire, blades, screams—it all mixed together in a storm of death.
Ye Mo guarded the door like a gatekeeper from hell. No one was getting out.
Though his spiritual sense allowed him to strike precisely, there were too many attackers. A stray bullet hit his leg—the shooter died instantly, but Ye Mo's rage exploded.
The speed of his iron nails became even faster.
Minutes later, the room finally went quiet.
Of the fifty-odd gang members, only one was still alive—Wang Xian, still clawing uselessly at the window.
The Filipino gang boss had long been nailed to the floor, along with his men. The floor was littered with bodies, but there wasn't much blood. Ye Mo's killing style was efficient—one shot, one kill.
He sat down, pulled the bullet from his leg, and quickly treated the wound.
Then, eyes cold, he said to Wang Xian—
"No need to keep pulling.You think you can escape now?"
Wang Xian turned, his whole body going cold. Everyone else was dead—forty-plus men wiped out like nothing. He felt true terror for the first time.
He knelt and begged. "Please, big bro! I'll give you everything I have! Let me live—I'll even be your lackey!"
He had killed plenty in his life, but now that death was at his own door, he realized how terrifying it really was.
Ye Mo ignored him. He turned and said to the doorway,
"Fang Nan, I'll leave this to you.Handle him however you want."
Then he walked out, not sparing a second glance.
Outside, Fang Nan and a few surviving men had been waiting anxiously. When they heard Ye Mo's voice, they quickly carried Fang Nan inside.
By the time they entered, Ye Mo was gone. Fang Nan stared at the scene of carnage, his mouth wide open.
Bodies. Bodies everywhere.
The only one still alive was the once-dominant gang boss—now shaking like a leaf.
A chill ran down Fang Nan's spine.
So this is what true ruthlessness looks like.
Fang Nan had killed plenty, but never like this. He had always thought he was tough—but compared to Ye Mo?
Nothing.
Ye Mo hadn't even broken a sweat. It was like killing chickens to him.
Fang Nan recalled the day Ye Mo walked into his room for the first time. Cold sweat drenched his back.
If I had shown even the slightest greed or arrogance that day—I'd be dead right now.
Ye Mo was the deadliest man he had ever met—and thank the heavens he had made the choice to befriend him.
Just then, Wang Xian's pleas interrupted his thoughts.
"President Fang! Please spare me! I'll give you all my assets. Just let me live!"
Fang Nan's expression went cold.
"Kill this bastard.Clean up this mess.Stone, come with me—we're going to see Brother Ye."
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Outside the village, Ye Mo was already far ahead. Fang Nan and two men caught up, helping him walk.
"Brother Ye," Fang Nan said respectfully. He had always looked up to Ye Mo—but now, he feared him as well.
Ye Mo turned. "Fang Nan."
"Yes, I'm here," Fang Nan responded instantly.
Ye Mo paused for a moment. Then said,
"Originally, I planned to stay here for a while.But things don't always go as we wish.I'm leaving."
Fang Nan was startled. "Brother Ye, if it's the temple, I can rebuild it for you right away!"
Ye Mo waved a hand. "Fang Nan, you're in charge of Liushé now. I know how you survive—but don't go too far. If you can avoid robbing people on the roads, don't do it.
"And stay away from the drug trade.That stuff ruins lives.I've said what I needed to say.Maybe one day, I'll come back to visit."
With that, Ye Mo turned and left, without a hint of nostalgia.
This place couldn't grow Silver-Heart Grass. Staying would only slow down his cultivation.
As for Fang Nan—he'd helped him enough. If Fang Nan couldn't hold Liushé now, he didn't deserve to.
Fang Nan watched him go. When he finally snapped out of it, he shouted,
"Brother Ye!I swear I'll do as you say!"
Ye Mo didn't reply—and Fang Nan didn't dare send anyone after him.