Chapter 376: Zhu Hongsheng’s Cold Sweat

Translator: Tim Editor: GlobeGlotter

Zhu Hongsheng stared dumbly at Ye Mo. If not for the bodies littering the ground, he would have thought he was hallucinating. He’d seen many masters in his life, even believed himself to be among the best, but now realized he hadn’t even begun to understand true mastery. This young man—he was the real master. Perhaps, more than a master. He wasn't even normal. Who could cultivate ancient martial arts to such a degree?

A quick stroll, and over twenty Grey Alliance members lay dead. Such power…

The thought chilled Zhu Hongsheng. He hadn’t come here out of bravery, merely a lack of foresight. If this man wished to annihilate the Hong Martial Gang, he'd simply need to stroll among them.

His back sweated profusely, drenching his clothes. He lacked the courage to move, only staring at Ye Mo in shock. He deeply regretted rejecting Huang Zheng’s proposal—a chance to befriend this youth. He hadn't listened to her once and suffered greatly for it.

Shi Kaigen watched the bloody scene, his eyes not filled with fear, but excitement. He’d made the right decision. Brother Ye was that powerful. He trembled with excitement, as if his bright future had arrived.

“Ye qianbei—” After a long moment, Zhu Hongsheng shakily rose. He no longer dared consider recruiting this man. What a joke!

Ye Mo coldly regarded Zhu Hongsheng. “Tell me everything about Sister Yan’s disappearance. Don't omit a single detail.”

Just as Zhu Hongsheng began to speak, Luo Xin burst in, witnessing the ghastly scene. Over twenty bodies lay on the ground, an old white man standing stupefied amongst them. He saw his brothers' shocked faces, but noticing their gang leader seemed unharmed, he relaxed slightly.

The scene was bloody, but he'd been in this industry thirty years, seen enough blood and gore.

“Johnson?!” Luo Xin nearly screamed. He hadn't expected to find one of the Grey Alliance's Spear-Sword duo standing amidst the carnage.

Luo Xin, old and cunning, saw Ye Mo's calm demeanor and instantly guessed his involvement. He quickly produced a photograph and handed it over. “Mr. Ye, this is the photo you requested.”

Ye Mo nodded, handing over several stacks of cash. “Your payment. Thank you.”

Huh? Luo Xin stared, shocked. There was at least forty to fifty thousand there.

Ye Mo smiled. “You deserve it.”

“Thank you very much, Mr. Ye,” Luo Xin accepted the money. He was short on cash anyway.

Ye Mo examined the photo. It showed a quiet, well-educated woman in her thirties, her brows like crescent moons, yet a hint of worry made her appear melancholic.

Zhu Hongsheng waited, his words interrupted by Luo Xin. Once Ye Mo put the photo away and looked over, he immediately said, “When the Chinese gang was suddenly attacked by the Grey Alliance and Big Brother Peng was injured, he sent a brother to protect Sister Yan before he died. After Sister Yan disappeared, I discovered that brother had been killed. Since then, Sister Yan has vanished.”

Ye Mo surveyed the Hong Martial Gang members. “Who else knows what happened? Come forward.”

No one did. Ye Mo sighed. Sister Yan must not have been well-liked in the Chinese gang. If she were, someone would be looking for her.

Ye Mo decided to leave. “Let’s go,” he said to Shi Kaigen.

“Brother Ye, where to?” Shi Kaigen quickly asked.

“Grey Alliance. I want to see if that old man Jason is dead,” Ye Mo said coldly.

Little did Jason know, he and his Grey Alliance had been sentenced to death by Ye Mo.

Ye Mo extended a hand, the dagger pinning Johnson appearing in it. Johnson was mobile again, but his arrogance was gone. He stared at Ye Mo with a pale, trembling face. He'd never seen a true master. Those he'd considered strong were all killed by this man, including his master. Now, he saw how pitiful his perspective had been. Before Ye Mo, he was worse than trash.

“Ye qianbei, Wanbei Johnson wishes to be your disciple. I will be loyal forever, your dog,” he said, surprising everyone.

His Chinese was perfect, yet his face was shameless.

Others thought Johnson shameless, but he didn't. He believed Chinese valued face; give them that, and everything would be easy. They'd endure hardship to gift you things.

Johnson had studied Chinese history, knew of Emperor Yang Guang. As long as foreigners called him "Long Live the Emperor," he'd shower them with gifts. He believed Ye Mo would accept him, kneeling being the ultimate sign of respect.

Ye Mo shook his head. He'd never seen such shamelessness. Without a second thought, he unleashed a windblade, slicing off Johnson's hand.

“I’ll count to three. Don't take me to the Grey Alliance, and you'll lose your other arm,” Ye Mo said coldly, beginning to count.

Johnson froze. This didn't go as planned. This man didn't care about his respect, didn't even bother to respond. His arm was severed, but little blood flowed.

Before he reached three, Johnson scrambled up.

“No, no, no—Qianbei, please stop, I’ll take you,” he pleaded, switching between English and Chinese, hurrying outside.

Shi Kaigen said to Tong Zhu at the door, “Zhuzi, if you want to come, I can ask Brother Ye to bring you.” He and Tong Zhu were like blood brothers in Chinatown.

Tong Zhu admired Shi Kaigen's luck, witnessed Ye Mo’s power. Why wouldn’t he agree? He immediately nodded. “I’m willing.”

Ye Mo didn't wait for Shi Kaigen. “In that case, let’s go.”

Tong Zhu glanced back at Zhu Hongsheng. Zhu Hongsheng immediately said, “Since Ye qianbei has spoken, go with him.”

Watching them leave, Zhu Hongsheng’s face fell. He'd met someone utterly terrifying. If Ye Mo ever disliked him, he could be killed anytime.

“Big brother, Ye qianbei is going to the Grey Alliance. Doesn't that mean San Francisco's biggest gang will disappear? Does this mean opportunity for other gangs?” a henchman pointed out.

Zhu Hongsheng's eyes lit up. “Yeah, that Ye guy is going to trouble the Grey Alliance!”

He immediately ordered, “Notify Huang Zheng. There are important matters to discuss.”