Ning Qingxue sighed. Although 500,000 yuan wasn't a huge sum, it should have been quite a lot for Ye Mo. Yet he was still not satisfied and had to go out and scam people. Claiming he could cure any disease—if he was really that powerful, why would hospitals still exist?
"City management is coming!" someone shouted.
Many street vendors hurriedly packed up and fled. Ning Qingxue watched Ye Mo, who also reluctantly put away his medicine box but, unlike the others, did not run, instead slowly walking away with it.
Though she didn't see Ye Mo's escape, just watching him slink away gave Ning Qingxue a sense of satisfaction—so that's how you scam people.
When Ning Qingxue returned to the courtyard, Ye Mo was already back. He glanced at her but said nothing. Ning Qingxue naturally ignored him. She was thinking that when she left the day after tomorrow, she should warn Xu Wei about what kind of person Ye Mo really was.
Business had failed again, and getting chased by city management left Ye Mo fed up with Ninghai. He wanted to leave. As for Ning Qingxue, he had helped her enough. Tomorrow, he'd say goodbye and then leave. He didn't even need to visit Ning University but would leave a letter for Shi Xiu.
When Xu Wei had already fallen asleep, Ye Mo resumed his cultivation.
Meanwhile, a BMW SUV sped rapidly along the Ningfeng highway toward Ninghai. The driver asked the passenger, a young man under thirty with a pale face, sharp eagle-like eyes, and neatly combed hair:
"Master Wen, in half an hour we'll reach Ninghai. Where to go first?"
The young man lit a cigarette, and a burly man next to him quickly lit it for him.
"Ah Fa, the matter I asked you to handle—has it been done cleanly?" the young man asked.
"Yes, Master Wen, rest assured, I handled it thoroughly," the burly man replied.
The young man took a drag, then said, "We came from Hefeng to avoid raising suspicion from the old master or the Ning family. If we stayed overnight in Ninghai as planned, there might have been unexpected changes. It's better to take that woman directly and stop me from always worrying. That ungrateful bitch—this time I'll make sure she knows what regret is."
His calm expression turned furious; veins bulged on his hand as he threw the half-smoked cigarette out the window.
Ah Fa quickly picked up the cigarette butt and tossed it outside.
"That useless guy is Ye Mo, right?" the young man said, relaxing slightly. No one had ever dared refuse Song Shaowen, the young master of the Song family. But Ning Qingxue actually rejected him, and worse, married and lived with another man. It was a slap in the face for Song Shaowen. If he could swallow that insult, he wouldn't be Song Shaowen.
If not for the Song family patriarch's intervention, he would have come to Ninghai earlier. Now, after detouring through Hefeng, he was returning to Ninghai to settle this.
"Yes, Master Wen. That loser is Ye Mo. They really do sleep together. I saw pictures on some websites—they even look affectionate," the driver added quickly.
Song Shaowen's face darkened again. "I want to see how that loser slept with that bitch. Ye Mo, take him away. There's a cliff on the Yan-Ning highway—break his limbs and throw him off. He dares to steal my woman? He's just asking for death."
At 1 a.m., Ye Mo had just finished circulating his energy through a full big cycle and twelve small cycles of his inner energy. He wasn't planning to continue cultivating and wanted to find a place to rest—a stone slab near the flowerbed where he usually slept after training.
Just as Ye Mo lay down, an iron hook caught the courtyard wall. Three figures quickly climbed over and jumped into the backyard.
Though Song Shaowen looked pale, his agility climbing the wall was impressive.
"So this is where that loser Ye Mo lives? Which room does he share with that bitch Ning Qingxue?" Song Shaowen asked, his face white as a sheet.
"It's Ye Mo's place, but he's not a loser," came a sudden reply. Song Shaowen turned sharply to stare at Ye Mo.
After a moment, with horror on his face, he asked, "Who the hell are you?"
The two men behind Song Shaowen also stared at Ye Mo in shock and suspicion.
"I'm Ye Mo. Are you here to see me or my wife?" Ye Mo said calmly.
"You're Ye Mo Wang Chuan? Ah Fa, break his legs. I want to see what makes that bitch willing to sleep with this loser," Song Shaowen said. But before he finished, he felt his wrist grabbed by a hand as hard as iron.
"If you want to fight, fine. But I want to crush your hand first. Try me if you don't believe me," Ye Mo said, not wanting to cause a scene inside and disturb Xu Wei, who was innocent. He already knew these men came for Ning Qingxue.
Seeing Song Shaowen's condition, Wang Chuan and Ah Fa realized their master was trapped and stopped moving.
"What's your name, trash?" Ye Mo asked, squeezing slightly harder. Song Shaowen nearly cried out; sweat beaded his forehead.
"I'm Song Shaowen of the Song family in Yanjing. I'm not here for you, but for Ning Qingxue. Let me go or you, Ye Mo, will die without a grave," Song Shaowen said. He had meant to threaten Ye Mo's entire family but changed to just Ye Mo when recalling that the Ye family, like the Song family, was one of Yanjing's five big families—not someone to be trifled with.
"Oh, I see. But frankly, your family is just trash to me—I don't even bother with them. Ning Qingxue is my wife. You still come looking for her? Are you deaf or blind?" Ye Mo said, pressing harder until Song Shaowen groaned.
"Ye Mo, let's talk this out. Don't hit him," Wang Chuan said quickly.
"You drove here by car, right?" Ye Mo asked offhandedly.
"Yes," Wang Chuan replied, confused why Ye Mo asked.
"Good. Let's go outside to talk," Ye Mo said, intending to leave. Since they had cars, they could drive him away and save his travel expenses.
Surprised by Ye Mo's willingness to negotiate, Song Shaowen and his men agreed, shocked by Ye Mo's unexpectedly strong skills, which were beyond their control.
To their surprise, Ye Mo released Song Shaowen's wrist and stared at them.
They exchanged glances and nodded—calling Ye Mo a loser clearly showed their own lack of sense.
Ah Fa climbed over the wall first and jumped down, followed by Ye Mo, Song Shaowen, and Wang Chuan.
Song Shaowen prepared to order his men to attack simultaneously—but before he landed, what he saw made him gape once again.