Tianjin, starting with unorthodox methods to achieve immortality

Chen Mo's words were tantamount to admitting that he was the one who did it.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became somewhat tense.

Liu Ruyan tightened her grip on the wine glass, turned her head, and glanced at Chen Mo's handsome face.

She was truly beautiful; under the moonlight, her skin was fair and her features were regular—the kind of face that would catch a girl's eye on the street.

She just suddenly felt that this person was a bit of a stranger.

I used to think he was just quiet and didn't like to talk, but now I realize that it's not that he's quiet, he's just too lazy to talk nonsense with them.

Fang Yingxia also stared at Chen Mo, her mouth slightly open, and for a moment she forgot to close it.

She remembered how she had just slammed her hand on the table and said, "We might as well die together," and now she felt her face burning.

A dozen or so people?

She took a quiet breath. Having grown up listening to her father's stories of those who lived on the brink of death, she knew what a truly ruthless person was.

Those who shout about fighting to the death and killing are mostly all talk and no action; those who actually take action never waste time with words.

A dog that bites doesn't bark?

The smile on Lao Zhou's face froze completely, and a flash of anger appeared in his eyes.

He looked Chen Mo up and down, his gaze scrutinizing and weighing his options.

What level of cultivation does this kid have?

He couldn't see through it.

Either it's too weak, so weak that you can't even detect its breath, or it has a way of concealing itself.

But what kind of experience or expertise can a young person who has just joined the inspection bureau have?

With such meager skills, what makes them think they can challenge me?

He coughed lightly, his gaze sweeping over Fang Yingxia and Fang Yingxue, and he regretted his actions earlier.

Otherwise, he could have secretly followed them tonight and found a secluded place to dispose of them.

The reward offered by the Green Gang is quite high, enough for me to cultivate for several months.

But now that things are out in the open, in front of the Fang sisters, he finds it difficult to make a move.

"Brother Chen's words are a bit too harsh."

Old Zhou's lips twitched, very curious about where this kid got his confidence from.

Chen Mo didn't reply, but just looked at him with a calm expression, without anger, fear, or even any fluctuation in his gaze.

Old Zhou felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, so he turned to look at Fang Yingxue, who only picked up her sister's wine glass and took a sip, showing no intention of helping him out of the predicament.

He coughed again and softened his tone: "Brother Chen, I'm just passing on a message. We're all from the Zhenyi Division, we'll run into each other all the time, there's no need to ruin our harmony for outsiders."

"You lost your life just because someone sent you a note. Brother Chen, your methods are a bit too ruthless."

"How about this, I'll step in and mediate, you can host a dinner, apologize to that minister, pay some compensation, and we'll call it even."

What do you think?

Chen Mo raised his eyelids. "You want me to go over and apologize to them?"

"Yes," Old Zhou nodded, "He's a big shot in the Green Gang. He lost his brother-in-law, so he's embarrassed. If you give him a way out, he'll accept it."

"After all, you know the Green Gang's influence in Tianjin. It's said that they have the support of the Japanese consulate."

"They don't dare to openly cause trouble for the inspection bureau, but they might sabotage us behind the scenes; no one can say for sure."

"You're alone, you still have to live your life, don't you?"

That was a statement that was both soft and firm.

Fang Yingxia listened, her heart tightening slightly. She subconsciously looked at Chen Mo, wanting to see how he would respond.

Chen Mo looked down at the empty wine glass, lost in thought.

The moonlight shone on his profile, making his features appear as clean as if they had been cut with a knife.

After a moment, he finally raised his head.

"Those scum, they're dead, that's all. They were just unlucky."

The smile on Lao Zhou's face froze completely.

"If the Green Gang is not satisfied," Chen Mo put his wine glass on the table, stood up, "I will accept the challenge."

He stood up straight, and was half a head taller than Lao Zhou.

Looking down at Lao Zhou, his gaze remained completely unmoved.

"I just don't know, Brother Zhou, what exactly do you mean?"

Chen Mo clearly saw the murderous intent that flashed in the man's eyes just now, which clearly indicated that he had close ties with the Green Gang.

It's a pity the Fang sisters were all there, otherwise he could have easily taken care of it and avoided adding unnecessary trouble.

Old Zhou's face darkened, and before he could speak, his tall teammate behind him stepped forward.

"What the hell did you say?"

He took a step forward, staring at Chen Mo with displeasure. "You think you're so great, huh? Old Zhou kindly tried to mediate for you, and not only do you not appreciate it, you're even threatening me?"

The person next to him sneered and sized Chen Mo up and down, "Just joined the Inspection Bureau a few days ago? Have you ever seen blood? How dare you not take the Green Gang seriously?"

"that is."

A female team member with braids chimed in from behind, her tone somewhat sarcastic, "Judging from his aura, he hasn't even mastered the Copper Skin technique, has he? Old Zhou was trying to help you, and you turn around and bite the hand that feeds you."

"They don't even know their own limitations."

The tall man chuckled and took another half step forward, now only inches away from Chen Mo.

"Kid, you talk tough like that, but I wonder if your fists are as tough as your mouth?"

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Fang Yingxia stood up abruptly, but Fang Yingxue grabbed her shoulder.

Liu Ruyan gripped her wine glass tighter and tighter, her gaze darting back and forth between Chen Mo and Lao Zhou, her heart beginning to race.

Chen Mo didn't move.

He even lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the tall man's uniform on his chest, as if examining the quality of the stitches.

The tall man waited a few moments, but received no response. His mockery deepened: "What? Dumb..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Mo looked up.

Moonlight fell into his eyes.

It was cold and aloof, devoid of any warmth.

The tall man suddenly stopped.

He couldn't explain why, but he suddenly felt a chill on his back.

His gaze was so indifferent, as if he were looking at a dead person.

He has seen ruthless people, he has seen aggressive people, and he has seen people who would resort to violence at the slightest disagreement.

I've never seen anything like this before......weird?

Chen Mo glanced at him, then turned his gaze back to Old Zhou's face.

What do you mean?

Old Zhou's lips twitched, and the smile on his face had long since faded.

He looked at Chen Mo, then at his teammates behind him, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond.

It's not fear, it's just an awkward feeling.

It's like punching cotton; you can't get any power in.

"Old Zhou?" The tall man turned around and looked at him.

Old Zhou gritted his teeth, about to speak, when Fang Yingxue suddenly stood up.

"Alright."

She put down her wine glass and walked between Chen Mo and Lao Zhou.

"Making a racket on the street so late at night, aren't you ashamed?"

Old Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression remained unchanged. He only snorted coldly, "Team Leader Fang, it's not that I want to argue, it's that he's too ungrateful."

Whether or not one knows how to appreciate kindness is another matter.

Fang Yingxue smiled, a gentle smile, her eyes sweeping over the faces of the group. "You guys surrounding a new recruit, does that sound good if word gets out?"

The burly man opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Fang Yingxue is right. If word gets out, they will be the ones in the wrong.

"Alright, alright," Old Zhou waved his hand, taking the opportunity to back down, "Stop talking. I understand that Brother Chen is young and impetuous. Today, for the sake of the team, I'll let this go."

He looked at Chen Mo with a forced smile: "But Brother Chen, if the Green Gang comes knocking on our door, don't blame me for not warning you."

Chen Mo glanced at him quietly.

Old Zhou felt uneasy under Fang Yingxue's gaze and didn't linger any longer. He cupped his hands in greeting and said, "Team Leader Fang, we'll be going now. We'll treat you to drinks another day."

After saying that, he turned and left with a few people.

The burly man walked a few steps, then looked back, his gaze dark and gloomy.

Chen Mo happened to be looking at him as well.

The two looked at each other across the distance, and Chen Mo suddenly smiled at him, a smile that was rather peculiar.