"Mr. Chen, we sincerely apologize for last night's incident. We've already begun a full investigation. The two intruders scaled the wall, and we've taken immediate steps to upgrade the community's security systems."
Liu Changshan was nervous. He hadn't expected the victim to be Chen Mo, chairman of the Marching Ant Company—China's most promising rising tech star. If Chen Mo wasn't happy, the consequences could be severe.
"I don't want anything like this to happen again," Chen Mo said, his tone calm but firm.
He kept it vague—for Xiao Yu's peace of mind. Two camouflaged foreigners sneaking into a high-security villa wasn't something an ordinary thief could pull off. He didn't want her to worry about what this really meant.
"Of course, of course. Thank you for your understanding. We've already reported the incident to the police and turned over all relevant footage. Once they're caught, we'll notify you immediately." Liu Changshan felt a wave of relief now that Chen Mo wasn't pressing harder.
"Good." Chen Mo turned to Xiao Yu beside him. "Let's head to work."
"Okay," Xiao Yu replied with a soft smile, stepping into the car with him.
Inside the car, Wang Hai couldn't help but ask, "Chairman, what exactly happened last night?"
"Two men broke in, but we had early warning thanks to the AI system. They got away, no loss," Chen Mo said.
It was rare for Wang Hai to initiate conversation. Chen Mo stayed quiet afterward, his mind racing with possibilities. Who were the two men? And more importantly—who sent them?
But his thoughts were abruptly shattered by a screeching brake—the car jolted violently. Both he and Xiao Yu were thrown forward, slamming into their seats.
Bang!
The impact left a ringing silence.
Chen Mo quickly looked to his side—Xiao Yu was unconscious.
"What happened?!" he demanded.
"They rear-ended us—deliberately," Wang Hai said grimly, gripping the wheel. "It's trouble."
Two men with guns were already approaching.
Chen Mo looked at them and immediately recognized their foreign features. It was the same duo from the break-in.
"They're here for me," he muttered.
"Out of the car," Jack ordered coldly at the window.
Chen Mo nodded calmly. "Let's step out."
The car wasn't bulletproof—resistance would only endanger Xiao Yu. He opened the door and stepped out slowly.
Wang Hai followed, but just as he exited, Jack pressed a gun to his head.
Bor smirked, camera in hand. "Told you it would work. This is the kid. Let's grab him—take everything."
"It worked, yeah... but after this, we're gonna have—"
Crack!
Before Jack could finish, Wang Hai slammed his elbow into the man's wrist and kicked his arm aside, knocking the gun away.
Jack's expression darkened. He blocked the kick, but Wang Hai immediately swept his leg out, sending the gun flying. Without missing a beat, Wang Hai closed in and punched Jack in the nose, the blow nearly dropping him.
Jack staggered back, shaken.
"Shit," Bor cursed, raising his gun.
Crack!
He yelped in pain as a sharp shot hit his wrist. The gun dropped before it even hit the ground—Chen Mo landed a solid kick to Bor's abdomen, launching him backward.
"Chairman!" Wang Hai called out, surprised but impressed.
"I'll handle him. You take care of the other one," Chen Mo said, black lines creasing his face as he picked up Bor's fallen weapon.
"Hell, this hurts more than getting smacked by a truck," Bor groaned, spitting blood as he stood. He glared down at Chen Mo. "You've probably never used a gun. The safety's still on."
Before Chen Mo could reply, Bor lunged with a punch aimed at his face.
Chen Mo dodged and drove an elbow into Bor's gut. These weren't martial arts moves—these were combat reflexes built into the body through neural training and potential development.
He hadn't truly fought since awakening his abilities, but now it was clear—wealth without power meant nothing in a world like this.
"Damn," Bor muttered. This kid wasn't just fast—his strength and reflexes were monstrous.
Meanwhile, Jack was locked in a vicious exchange with Wang Hai. Every blow Wang Hai launched targeted vital points—eyes, throat, heart, joints. Jack had fought many opponents, but never someone this ruthless. Even with his military training, he was overwhelmed.
As Jack glanced over at Chen Mo—distracted for a second—
Boom!
Wang Hai landed a brutal kick to Jack's abdomen, sending him flying. He crashed into the pavement and coughed up blood.
Wang Hai calmly stepped forward and knocked him out with a swift kick to the head.
Then he turned to Chen Mo and Bor.
Bor was still putting up a fight, but it was getting desperate. Chen Mo's rhythm was smoother now, punches sharper, defense tighter.
Bor's eyes darted—he saw Xiao Yu unconscious in the car.
"Let's try this," he muttered, breaking away and rushing toward the car.
Chen Mo's eyes widened. "No!"
But just as Bor reached the car—
Bang!
A sharp crack rang out. Blood burst from his calf, sending him tumbling.
Chen Mo didn't hesitate. He closed in and swept his leg across Bor's head.
Thud.
Bor crumpled to the ground—unconscious.
Wang Hai walked over, tied both attackers with a belt, and retrieved the fallen firearms.
"Thanks," Chen Mo said, catching his breath.
"Just doing my job," Wang Hai replied.
"I'll go check on Xiao Yu. Watch them."
By the time Chen Mo stepped back from the car, the wail of sirens had already filled the street.
Special police arrived moments later, weapons drawn.
"Don't move! Drop your weapons!"
Wang Hai calmly raised his hands and dropped the gun.
"These two are mercenaries," he said. "Better check if they have any poison capsules in their mouths."
The SWAT team moved in.
"Nothing found," one officer confirmed after checking.
"Take them in. Block off the area," said the team captain, eyeing Wang Hai with interest.