"If I say no, what?"
Chen Mo smiled faintly, yet his tone was serious.
Chen Guang's expression was taken aback, and he stared at Chen Mo in amazement. Generally, as long as Chen Guang opened his mouth, the latter would not refuse, unless he was itching his skin.
It seems that he has been too long without hitting someone, so much so that Chen Mo has forgotten how terrifying his older brother is.
Chen Guang narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression stern, and he spoke solemnly, "It seems your younger brother has been undisciplined for too long; he's almost forgotten the taste of pain."
As he finished speaking, Chen Guang took a step forward, his figure like a phantom as he rushed out.
Chen Mo could defeat Chen Jin mainly because the latter was just a weak scholar with no strength, whereas Chen Guang was an actual martial artist. Although he lacked talent and only barely entered the ninth rank, he was definitely not on the same level as ordinary people.
Chen Guang's fist suddenly appeared in front of Chen Mo. This punch was not delivered with full force; it was merely meant to teach the latter a lesson, otherwise, with the former's strength, killing would take no more than a moment.
"Fuck off"
A single word, "fuck off," rang out from Chen Guang's side as he delivered a punch as big as a sandbag. Before Chen Mo could react, the blow landed squarely on his cheek, like a hammer.
Chen Guang flew, soaring for more than ten Li, and out of the alleyway.
He was somewhat stunned, and it took him a while to regain his composure. Immediately, he became furious and shouted, "Zhang Long, I am your master; you dare to hit me?"
"It's not anymore now"
Zhang Long looked at Chen Guang indifferently and said, "It's not anymore now." Since entering the Chen family, he has either been getting beaten by the latter or on his way to being beaten. After years of patience, today he has finally managed to escape him, and he doesn't hold back in striking back.
"From now on, Zhang Long will be under my command. Second brother, no, Chen Guang, don't be arrogant just because you're my older brother. You've never shown me any brotherly face, so I won't spare you either... Zhang Long, just as he used to beat you in the past, beat him back today. Don't be polite with me; just make sure no one dies."
Chen Mo sneered and said.
Zhang Long nodded slightly, placing the ling grass and medicinal liquid he had been carrying in his left hand on the ground, before drawing his wooden sword from his waist.
Seeing this, Chen Guang panicked. Although Zhang Long had always been his punching bag and had never dared to fight him, he was well aware of the latter's strength.
"Why are you all standing there? Attack!"
Chen Guang's throat moved slightly, and he called out to the two bodyguards.
The bodyguards serving Chen Guang were all ninth-ranking martial artists. Including himself, they were three ninth-ranking warriors. Three against one, the odds were in their favor.
Chen Guang drew his sword from his waist, a menacing look appearing on his face. Those who dare to challenge one's position should be killed.
"Second brother, step back a bit."
Facing three opponents at the same level, Zhang Long showed no fear and instead calmly instructed Chen Mo to step back to avoid getting involved.
Chen Mo nodded slightly, stepping back two steps, and then noticed the servants approaching from behind.
"Don't let him escape, and if his subordinates dare to beat me, don't spare them."
Chen Guang said this, raised his sword, and charged towards Zhang Long.
Upon hearing these words, the servant's eyes held a bit more determination. Clenching his fists, he stared at Chen Mo with excitement.
"What are you looking at? Think you can beat me?"
Chen Mo's hands were in front and back, making a starting pose. "Yong Chun, Chen Mo."
The servant was taken aback. "What is Yong Chun?" he thought. Never mind; Chen Mo isn't a martial artist, so he doesn't believe he can't beat him.
The servant isn't a martial artist, but he has been by Chen Guang's side and has seen many techniques. He privately learned some, believing he can't beat a martial artist, but against ordinary people without cultivation, he feels confident.
Just as he was about to punch with both feet, the servant suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right foot. Looking down, he saw Chen Mo had stepped on his foot. Before he could react, Chen Master had cut off his center and then delivered a sun-punch.
"Ping pang, ping pang," all the hits were aimed at the servant's face, knocking him senseless. Unable to step back because of Chen Mo's foot on his right leg, he endured dozens of blows, from standing to falling to the ground.
Chen Mo delivered the final punch, taking a deep breath, ready to say "I want to hit ten" but turned around to find that Zhang Long had already taken down two of the servants. As for Chen Guang, his sword was flung away, trembling with fear as he trembled and begged for mercy.
Zhang Long may seem quiet and a bit dumb, but he's indeed a man of few words and many actions. Regardless of how Chen Guang pleaded for mercy, Zhang Long did not stop; he pounded the other into a pig's head.
"Enough"
Seeing that Chen Guang was now breathing heavily, Chen Mo held up his hand to stop Zhang Long and walked over to him, smiling and saying, "My dear older brother, how have you turned into such a pathetic figure? Look at you; you're so weak now. You still have money on you. If you just walk out like this, wouldn't it be very dangerous? So let me help you out and keep your stuff safe for you. When you need it back, just come ask me."
After saying this, Chen Mo began to search through Chen Guang's body.
Chen Guang was cursing in his heart. These were all phrases he had used himself.
Damn, he used to just take people's money and no one ever dared to take his.
Now, however, he was helplessly watching as Chen Mo emptied his secret savings, taking not only his clothes and shoes but even his underpants.
"Poor bastard"
Chen Mo stuck out his tongue, giving Chen Guang a disdainful look. After searching his entire body thoroughly, he only found fifty taels of silver. He then searched both servants and the bodyguard, but could only come up with a total of one hundred taels.
After plundering all the money, Chen Mo didn't spare Chen Guang's sword either; he packed it up and took it away with the rest.
"Chen Mo, remember this, I will never let you off the hook. I want my father to make the decision, and I want Mr. Xu to step in for me."
Chen Guang said with tears in his eyes, and when he looked up, he suddenly noticed that the street was bustling with people coming and going, many of whom had stopped to gawk at his ridiculous state.
For a moment, Chen Guang was filled with shame and anger, wanting to pick up his clothes and put them on, but he was too exhausted from being beaten by Zhang Long.
"Second brother, this is not the way to the city's outskirts"
Zhang Long noticed that Chen Mo was walking towards the center of the capital.
Chen De Wang left Chen Mo a property, but it was not within the capital city but outside the city. The reason was simple: stay away from him, out of sight, out of mind.
"Who said I was going to the outskirts?"
"Where are we going..."
"Zhen Wu Si"
