Tianjin, starting with unorthodox methods to achieve immortality

Chen Mo, who was surrounded in the middle, didn't even lift his eyelids.

He didn't even turn around to look at Scarface, but just looked at Old Sun, who was struggling and weakening in his arms, and his fingers tightened slightly.

Old Sun was being choked until his eyes started rolling back, and he was clearly on the verge of exhaling more than inhaling.

"Hey kid! Are you deaf?!"

Scarface, seeing that he was being ignored, grew even angrier and waved his hand behind him, "Get him! Cripple both his arms first!"

The two thugs closest to him grinned and swung their clubs, smashing them at Chen Mo's shoulders from the left and right!

The stick made a whooshing sound as it struck, its force immense.

Chen Mo then turned his head and glanced at the two of them out of the corner of his eye. He grabbed Lao Sun's right hand and swung him around to the left, using his nearly 100-pound body as a shield and a human meteor hammer!

"Bang!" "Bang!"

"Aww!"

Two sticks slammed solidly into Old Sun's lower back, causing him to let out a bloodcurdling scream, almost knocking him unconscious.

Before one of the thugs could stop swinging his baton, Chen Mo kicked him in the back of the knee.

The cracking sound of bones dislocating mingled with a scream as the man was sent flying, knocking over two of his companions behind him.

"So you're Scarface from the Canal Gang?"

Chen Mo casually tossed Old Sun aside, flicked his wrist, and said, "You've come at the right time, saves me the trouble of looking for you again."

Old Sun collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud, clutching his throat and coughing violently, his face covered in tears and snot.

Scarface across from him narrowed his eyes slightly. He had practiced martial arts and his eyesight was much better than those thugs.

That kid's kick just now seemed casual, but the force was extremely short and crisp, clearly showing he's a trained martial artist.

He possesses immense strength, ruthless attacks, and effortless control over his power—he is no ordinary man!

But he was, after all, a man who had seen blood and fought his way up at the docks, and he still had courage. Especially in front of so many of his men, he absolutely could not back down.

"Hey buddy, which gang are you from? You're really good at this."

Despite his dark and gloomy face, Scarface forced himself to calm down, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "However, there are rules in the martial world. Even if I was wrong, you've already hit me and vented your anger."

"If it were a dispute over buying a house, I could decide to refund half. How about we just let this matter drop? Having more friends means having more options."

Upon hearing this, Chen Mo shook his head slightly, as if he had heard something amusing.

"Retreat half? Let it go?" He took two steps forward, closing the distance between them to less than ten feet. "This old guy almost killed my whole family. You think you can just let it go with a half-retreat? Isn't that a bit too easy?"

Scarface's pupils contracted, knowing that things wouldn't end well today.

"That house is eerie, what does it have to do with us?" Old Sun, having caught his breath, shouted, forcing a smile. "You were the ones who wanted to buy the house because it was cheap. I warned you about the noises at night, but you didn't believe me!"

When you reminded me, did you just mention it casually?

Old Sun clutched his throat, and after his cough subsided slightly, he hurriedly shouted:

"It's not just a reminder! It's written in black and white on the back of the contract: there are occasional strange noises in the courtyard at night. Those who mind should choose carefully. Isn't that a reminder?"

He glanced at Scarface, his voice hardening, "You guys signed without reading carefully, and now that something's happened, you're blaming me?"

Chen Mo looked down at him.

His gaze wasn't fierce; in fact, it was quite calm, yet it made Old Sun swallow the rest of his words.

"There are occasional strange noises at night." Chen Mo repeated these six words to himself, then slowly nodded. "Well written."

"Just six words, so vague and ambiguous, even if you take it to the police station, they won't find fault with it, right?"

Old Sun's Adam's apple bobbed, but he remained silent.

"When you said that," Chen Mo took a step forward, "were you smiling as you said it?"

Old Sun's face turned pale and bluish, his lips moved but he couldn't speak.

The sharp-tongued waiter next to him huddled in the corner, instinctively defending his boss:

"Then, what else can we say... If we just say the place is haunted, how can we sell the house..."

He was speaking when Chen Mo glanced at him, and he immediately fell silent.

The brokerage shop was quiet for a few moments.

Scarface spoke up at the opportune moment, his tone softer than before, carrying a hint of worldly wisdom in suggesting that both sides should compromise:

"Friend, you heard it too. Old Sun is a bit glib, but it's really written in the contract. If you insist that he intentionally harmed someone, he can still cry foul."

With a pained expression, he continued, "Give me 70%, and I'll personally give you 20 silver dollars to calm your nerves. This matter ends here; from now on, no one in Renshou Village will dare to cause you any trouble."

What do you think?

"hehe."

Chen Mo sneered, his cold gaze sweeping over the people in the room.

Ever since he transmigrated here, he's felt like he's constantly plagued by bad luck; even a dog could step on him.

In Linhe County, there is the Black Tiger Gang. While fishing, I ran into the Blood-Clad Buddha. Now, in Jinshi, I've run into the Black Heart Brokerage.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, his murderous intent boiling within him. He felt that if he continued to endure it, he would truly turn into a pig.

"I disagree." Chen Mo said expressionlessly, pulling out four palm-sized paper puppets from his pocket and quickly launching them.

A purple light flashed across the paper puppet, and it instantly expanded to the size of a real person upon landing. Two of them stood in front of him, while the other two blocked the front and back doors of the brothel.

His face was deathly pale, his cheeks were bright red, his eyebrows and eyes looked like meticulously drawn paintings, and a smile that never changed played at the corners of his mouth.

The paper knife hanging at his waist reflected a metallic sheen in the light.

"I'm not here to reason with you today!"

"The cost of the house, compensation for emotional distress, plus the cost of repairing the yard!"

Chen Mo looked at everyone, his tone filled with intense killing intent.

"The three sums total five thousand silver dollars. Not a penny less, and none of you will leave this room today!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the knives at the paper puppet's waist were drawn in unison, exuding a chilling aura.

The dentistry was deathly silent.

Scarface looked at the two paper figures standing in front of him and cursed the Sun family's ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind.

He traveled all over the country for twenty years, killing those who performed martial arts, those who practiced hard skills, and even a retired military combat instructor.

However, he had always kept his distance from these eccentric practitioners of unorthodox cultivation methods, but he never expected to offend one of them today.

This is a real disaster! I've brought back a grandfather!

"Sir," Scarface said, bowing quickly and bending three inches at the waist, "I was blind and didn't know you were a cultivator. I have offended you greatly. Please forgive my rudeness."

"Five thousand silver dollars." Chen Mo didn't look at him, but lowered his head to adjust his cuffs. "Not a single penny less."

Scarface's face turned pale and then red.

He wanted to say that you were extorting him, that the Canal Gang wouldn't let you off the hook, and that he wanted to bring up the real big shots in the gang to bolster his courage.

But he opened his mouth, and not a single word came out.

Because a paper knife was already at his neck.

The icy sensation seeped into my skin and flesh, creeping up my blood vessels toward my heart.

"...This money shouldn't be mine to pay," Scarface said hoarsely, his voice no longer as strong as before. "Old Sun sold the yard, and he found the house himself. We just pumped water from two layers as usual."

He paused, as if finally finding a reason, "I don't have that many silver dollars on me..."

Behind him, the thugs had long lost their ferocity. They stood in a row against the wall, holding the sticks as if they were red-hot iron bars, not daring to lift them, much less put them down.

Old Sun collapsed to the ground, his crotch already soaked.

He had been running his brokerage firm for fifteen years and had never encountered anything like this before.

Five thousand silver dollars—even if you dismembered his bones and sold them by weight, you couldn't raise that amount.

"Five...five thousand..." His lips trembled, "Even if you kill me, it won't..."

"Then you shall die."

Chen Mo finally looked up and his eyes fell directly on his face.