"Wu Zongcheng?" Chen Mo blinked, glancing back at Wu Zongcheng behind him.
However, Wu Zongcheng, standing behind him, was also stunned. He quickly shook his head at Chen Mo, indicating he didn't recognize these people at all.
Chen Mo pointed to Wu Zongcheng behind him, a look of confusion on his face, and asked the man, "Then do you know who he is?"
The leading man glanced at Wu Zongcheng. "Who cares who he is. Today, none of you will leave alive."
Chen Mo immediately chuckled.
The man was taken aback, then angrily questioned, "What are you laughing at? Do you look down on us?!"
Chen Mo smiled and looked at Wu Zongcheng behind him. "Old Wu, come over and introduce yourself."
Upon hearing this, Wu Zongcheng quickly stepped forward.
Then, he said in a deep voice to the men, "I am the Wu Zongcheng you mentioned!"
"What?!"
"You, you are Wu Zongcheng?!"
The men in front of them were instantly dumbfounded, their faces filled with disbelief.
"Didn't Chen Mo kill your son? How are you two together?" the leading man couldn't help but ask.
Wu Zongcheng said coldly, "My son did wrong, and he got what he deserved. Mr. Chen was magnanimous and didn't trouble me, which is more than I could ask for. How could I possibly trouble Mr. Chen? Tell me, who exactly are you people?"
The men exchanged glances.
The leading man gradually calmed down. "Although we are not Wu Zongcheng's men, we've decided to take your lives today. Attack!"
Hearing the leading man's command, the other men charged towards Chen Mo.
"A few mere martial artists want my life? You think too highly of yourselves." Chen Mo stood still.
"Huizi."
Immediately, Chen Mo called out again.
Although Huizi was not a martial artist, her strength was far greater than that of an ordinary martial artist.
Huizi, dressed in tight sharkskin pants, delivered a high kick, sending a young man flying.
Immediately after, a dagger appeared in Huizi's hand.
Huizi's movements were incredibly fast. These men couldn't react at all before several cuts appeared on their bodies, and they all retreated.
Seeing this, the leading man's expression darkened. He stepped forward and swung his fist towards Huizi's face.
A gust of wind accompanied the strike.
Huizi quickly raised her arm to block.
"Bang!"
A dull thud.
Huizi's body immediately staggered back a few steps, her arm instantly going numb, almost breaking.
"Let me handle this one," Chen Mo said, stepping forward.
Huizi could handle ordinary martial artists, but she was no match for this internal force practitioner.
"You're courting death."
The man spoke coldly, his hand transforming into a claw as he lunged for Chen Mo's neck.
Clearly, he intended to kill Chen Mo with a single blow.
Seeing the opponent use a killing move, a cold glint flashed in Chen Mo's eyes.
Just as the man's hand was about to grasp Chen Mo's neck, suddenly, the man's hand could no longer advance even a fraction.
The man was startled and quickly looked.
He found that Chen Mo's palm was firmly gripping his wrist.
"Crack!"
Chen Mo moved his fingers.
Instantly, the man's wrist was snapped by Chen Mo.
"Ah!"
The man cried out in pain.
He immediately knelt on the ground.
"Speak, who sent you?" Chen Mo asked calmly.
The man remained silent, refusing to speak.
Chen Mo didn't intend to waste any more time on this man. He looked at Huizi and said, "Notify Yamamoto and have him take these people away for interrogation."
"Yes, Mr. Chen." Huizi took out her phone and dialed Yamamoto Takao.
About ten minutes later, Yamamoto Takao drove to the hospital parking lot.
By this time, the men were all severely injured and had no ability to resist. They were thus taken away by Yamamoto Takao.
As the leader of an assassin organization, Yamamoto Takao had over a hundred methods to make these people talk.
After resolving the matter, Huizi drove Chen Mo and Tian Mengyao to the private kitchen that Wu Zongcheng had mentioned.
It was an ancient Siheyuan-style building, with the words "Feng Yue Fang" written on the plaque at the entrance.
"Sir, excuse me, please show your membership card." Just as Chen Mo and Tian Mengyao were about to enter the main gate, they were suddenly stopped by a young waiter at the entrance.
"Membership card? We don't have one," Chen Mo replied with a slight frown.
Upon hearing that Chen Mo didn't have a membership card, the young man's attitude immediately changed. "Our Feng Yue Fang is a membership-based restaurant. Without a membership card, you cannot enter. So, sir, please leave."
Tian Mengyao's delicate eyebrows furrowed. "Do you need a membership card just to eat?"
"Naturally. This is not an ordinary restaurant outside. The ancestors of our chefs were imperial chefs!" the young man said with an air of arrogance.
Seeing that Chen Mo and Tian Mengyao had not left, the young man added, "If you don't have a membership card, then leave quickly. Those who dine here are all high-ranking officials and dignitaries."
"Let's go, his attitude is making me uncomfortable," Tian Mengyao tugged at Chen Mo's arm.
However, Chen Mo did not leave. He looked at Tian Mengyao and said, "It's fine, I like to see people like this grovel and apologize to us later."
"Heh heh, apologize to you? You think you're worthy?" the young man sneered softly.
Although the other party's voice was very low, Chen Mo's hearing was sharp enough to hear it clearly.
At this moment, Wu Zongcheng, who had just parked his car in the distance, was walking quickly towards them.
Seeing Wu Zongcheng, the young man at the entrance, whose face had been filled with disdain, suddenly displayed a fawning smile.
This rapid change in demeanor surprised both Chen Mo and Tian Mengyao.
"Mr. Wu, what brings you here today? Please come in quickly!" The young man quickly greeted Wu Zongcheng and led him towards the entrance of Feng Yue Fang.
Wu Zongcheng nodded slightly, saying nothing. He wasn't here to dine, but to deliver a card to Chen Mo.
"What are you two still standing here for? Get lost! Do you know who this boss is? If you offend Mr. Wu, you'll be in trouble!" Seeing that the two had not left, the young man became somewhat angry.
Wu Zongcheng was instantly startled, his foot slipped, and he almost fell to the ground.
Chen Mo smiled upon hearing this. "Is that so? Ask this Mr. Wu if he just told me to get lost?"
The young man let out a cold laugh. "Heh heh, who do you think you are! You still want to..."
"You idiot, shut up!" Before the young man could finish speaking, Wu Zongcheng reprimanded him sharply.
The young man was stunned and looked at Wu Zongcheng with some confusion.
Wu Zongcheng quickly walked up to Chen Mo, his face filled with apprehension. "Mr. Chen, the traffic light was red at the intersection, which is why I was a little late. I didn't expect this scoundrel to offend you. I'll have him apologize to you right away!"