High-level martial arts: Starting with a heart of steel, stats crush everything.

"Okay, just transfer it to my account."

Chen Mo nodded, appearing calm on the surface, but in reality, he was bursting with excitement.

This is all cash, cash!

Unlike the 150 billion yuan reward in Taizhou City, this money is all that he can use right now!

"Okay, Mr. Chen Mo, thank you for your contributions to humanity!"

The staff were also very excited. With the materials from the Rhinoceros Horn King, they could attract more level-three martial artists to settle in Taizhou.

As one of the cities with the Abyss Rift, risk and reward always go hand in hand.

Taizhou City previously had too few martial artists of level three or above, so the Abyss Rift remained completely undeveloped.

The lack of development of the shallow abyss has led to an increasing number of warriors leaving, resulting in a decline in the combat strength of Taizhou.

This is one of the reasons why they are trapped in a vicious cycle of resource shortages.

Chen Mo didn't pay much attention to what the staff said; he didn't feel much about whether he made a contribution or not.

He got what he deserved and incidentally solved a major problem for Taizhou—a win-win situation.

"Tsk, I'd better save this money for now. I'll go to the southern training camp and try to squeeze out some profits; I'll probably be able to save a lot..."

Chen Mo doesn't plan to touch this money for the time being, since he will be going to participate in the southern training camp in ten days, where he will have access to countless resources.

Spending my own money now feels like a waste; it's much more satisfying to take advantage of deals and promotions.

...

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and with the hospital's active treatment, Xu Jiao'er successfully regained consciousness.

At this moment, the already small ward was filled with people, all of whom were the martial artists who had been chased for dozens of kilometers by the Rhinoceros Horn King that day.

Filled with guilt towards Xu Jiao'er and gratitude towards Chen Mo, they came to visit Xu Jiao'er together today.

"So, the stuff is left behind and people are moved out. How can over thirty people be crammed into a ten-square-meter room?"

Chen Mo rubbed his temples. These rough men all had smiles on their faces, but Chen Mo found those smiles irritating no matter how he looked at them.

"Alright, alright, Boss Qu Zhong, you stay here. We're leaving now."

The martial artists were sensible; after leaving the tonics behind, they all left the ward.

"Aren't you leaving?" Chen Mo turned around and glanced at Qu Zhong, who hadn't said a word.

"I have a question I'd like to ask." Qu Zhong shook his head. He had been trying to figure something out for the past few days.

"What do you want to ask?" Chen Mo raised an eyebrow, wanting to see what kind of fart this Qu Zhong could produce.

"I want to know...why did you step in to help us?"

Qu Zhong paused for a moment, then voiced the question that had been nagging at him for three days.

"I know you're strong, but you could have waited until that rhinoceros king killed us all before you made your move."

"This way you can gain more benefits, and we also benefit quite a bit."

He couldn't understand why anyone would disregard their own interests to help others.

"Want to hear the truth?" Chen Mo picked up an apple and took a bite.

Of course, he would never say that he was after the Rhinoceros Horn King because of its thick skin and tough flesh, which would allow him to fight more.

"Yes!" Qu Zhong nodded vigorously.

"Let me ask you a question first." Chen Mo put down the apple, which was now just a core, and looked up into Qu Zhong's eyes.

Why did you become a martial artist? Why do you pursue a higher realm?

"I..." Qu Zhong was stunned; he really hadn't thought about this question.

For money?

For the sake of reputation?

For status?

It seems like it is, but it also seems like it isn't.

"My purpose in becoming a martial artist is simple: to protect my family and my friends, and incidentally, to make a little money."

"But if someone becomes more selfish as they grow stronger, wouldn't that be a waste of the resources they've consumed?"

"My idea is simple: I can benefit from killing the Rhinoceros King, so saving your lives is not out of the question."

"You are the most grassroots martial artists, and naturally you should protect ordinary people who are not martial artists."

"So, I'm not protecting you, but protecting ordinary people who are even weaker than you."

"To put it simply, it's about doing what a martial artist should do."

Chen Mo's words were spoken with great righteousness, leaving Qu Zhong and Xu Jiao'er stunned.

In their eyes, Chen Mo was radiating light, shining with an incomparably dazzling brilliance.

"I see..." Qu Zhong seemed to have sorted out his confusion, and his entire demeanor underwent a huge change.

"Is this what has been supporting you to become stronger?"

"I understand! I understand!"

"I've found what I should be doing!"

"Thank you so much, Brother Chen, for helping me find the path I've been searching for. I'll leave the things here; please don't refuse!"

Qu Zhong placed the handbag on the ground, turned around, and left the ward.

"Should he see a psychiatrist?" Chen Mo asked, puzzled. Did he understand what she was saying?

What's wrong? Did these grand, righteous lines used to brag provoke him?

"Protecting the weak..." Even Xu Jiao'er, lying on the hospital bed next to him, looked thoughtful.

Chen Mo wondered if he had awakened some kind of supernatural power called "verbal sparring".

"Don't take my boasting seriously..." Thinking this, Chen Mo broke out in a cold sweat.

However, there are advantages as well. At least his image has become more imposing, and he is no longer the ruthless "beast" he once was.

"How are you feeling?" Chen Mo turned to Xu Jiao'er, who seemed to be deep in thought, and asked.

"Ah, it's nothing serious. You'll be able to be discharged in another week."

Xu Jiao'er smiled at Chen Mo, but her still swollen eyes looked ridiculous no matter how you looked at her.

"I've already transferred the money to your account, a total of three and a half million."

Chen Mo did not split the profits 90/10 as previously agreed, but instead gave Xu Jiao'er a considerable amount more.

"Ah, that's too much. Didn't we agree that I would only take 10%...?"

Xu Jiao'er wanted to refuse, but after seeing Chen Mo's eyes, she obediently shut up.

"Take whatever amount I say I'll give you, and stop talking nonsense."

Chen Mo placed a peeled apple next to Xu Jiao'er's hospital bed, got up, picked up his things, and prepared to leave.

"It was a pleasure working together this time, and I hope we'll have the opportunity to work together again in the future."

"I'm leaving in seven days. You can join Qu Zhong's hunting team later. The people in their team are pretty good."

"At least I won't betray you, and I'm not love-struck."

"You...don't plan to go back to Taizhou in the future?" Xu Jiao'er asked, somewhat disappointed.

She knew perfectly well that it was lucky that Chen Mo had taken her on a hunt; she didn't expect to form a regular team with him.

Chen Mo left so suddenly, and we don't know if he will ever come back.

"Of course I'll come back, what nonsense are you talking about?" Chen Mo was stunned for a moment, and then began to wonder if Xu Jiao'er's brain had also been damaged.

"My parents are both in Taizhou, which is my hometown. How could I not come back?"

"Just focus on getting better. I'll have the doctor do a brain scan for you later; it might be a side effect of the excessive blood loss."

Why do you seem so silly lately?