Trillionaire's Slice of Life

```

"Director Fang, when you put it that way… do you feel somewhat confident about persuading the other party?"

The chairman of Guangsha Bodyguard Company was none other than Fang Nianhan, and Fang Nianhan was the sole daughter of Fang Fugui. If the Guangsha Bodyguard Company greatly increased its strength, it would undoubtedly be a good thing for Fang Fugui.

This middle-aged man, possessing a scholarly demeanor, also genuinely wanted to help Chu Mo. He focused his thoughts for a moment and then spoke to Chu Mo:

"Wu Pengkun has established a martial arts academy in Dali, but with the decline of martial arts over the years, fewer and fewer people want to learn martial arts. It's said that last year his academy only recruited a little over thirty students, and several martial arts teachers resigned. His academy is merely hanging on, but given the current situation, if there isn't some sort of opportunity, his academy's downfall is just a matter of time."

"However, Wu Pengkun is a man of rigid character, and this is somewhat related to the Iron Shirt technique he's cultivated. He is the typical type who won't give up until faced with absolute failure. If you take a forceful approach, he will certainly not comply. Chairman Chu, if you want to win over this man, you might consider starting with his martial arts academy...!"

Chu Mo's gaze rested on the muscular Wu Pengkun on the stage, a man about two meters tall, roughly the height of Jiang Tao behind him, but his muscles were much more robust than Jiang Tao's. With a square face, and sweat continuously being evaporated by his inner energy due to his all-out effort, his whole body seemed to be steaming with heat.

His opponent was the agile master of Jiangnan Monkey Fist, Wu Kunpeng. Unable to match the speed of his adversary, he could hardly catch a glimpse of his opponent's shadow. Despite the Monkey Fist master's agile moves and solid hits, he couldn't break Wu Pengkun's Iron Shirt defense. The two were evenly matched, with neither able to gain the upper hand.

Thus, the competition had turned into a test of stamina, with the one making a mistake sure to be defeated immediately.

Watching Wu Kunpeng on the stage, eyes sharp as an eagle, brimming with fighting spirit, Chu Mo knew that barring any accidents, this match would likely end in his victory.

After all, he could afford countless mistakes, but his opponent could only make one.

After watching for a moment, realizing that the two might not be able to determine a winner anytime soon, Chu Mo turned to Fang Fugui and asked:

"What's the background of that Monkey Fist master?"

"He is He Guangyu, the twenty-seventh generation descendant of Jiangnan Monkey Fist!" The middle-aged man spoke with a steady voice. Although powerful, he hadn't reached the level of half-step Grandmaster. The Fang family truly relied on his younger brother, who was a half-step Grandmaster.

Thus, in his heart, Fang Fugui was quite envious of the many experts before him. Taking a deep breath, his expression solemn, the middle-aged man softly said:

"This man is out of the question. Monkey Fist has been passed down for a hundred years in Hua Country, and with He Guangyu being the twenty-seventh generation, these people take their lineage very seriously. They hold their reputation to be more important than their own lives, and with a strong sense of family honor, they would never stoop to serving under someone for money.

I heard that more than a decade ago, Li Xiaoyao, the family head of the Li family in Jiangnan, personally visited the twenty-sixth generation descendant—He Guangyu's father—and left on bad terms!"

Chu Mo nodded slightly, knowing that these true martial arts experts were all proud and uncompromising individuals, who would never sell themselves for a petty gain. If such people were so easily swayed, Chu Mo wouldn't have the chance; the eight great families and various powers in Hua Country would have divided them among themselves long ago.

Without dwelling on it further, Chu Mo shifted his attention back to the formidable practitioner of Iron Shirt.

If he wanted this man to serve him, the martial arts academy in Dali was still the key. After returning, he would have Jiang Tao thoroughly investigate.

If he could take over the entire academy, in the future, it would supply a continuous stream of reserve forces. Having bodyguards of unblemished backgrounds working for him would be reassuring, and with ample personnel, Guangsha Bodyguard Company would truly be able to establish itself in Capital City.

After a moment, Chu Mo turned his gaze back to Lei Ting by his side.

Lei Ting stood at 1.95 meters, his body rippling with explosive muscles like a human tank. He shared some resemblance in stature with Fang Lihu beside him. Although Fang Lihu, being Chu Mo's deputy bodyguard team leader and over two meters tall, was still not at the half-step Grandmaster level and could only be considered a first-class expert at best. In a match with Lei Ting, even a hundred Fang Lihus might not be a match for him.

For Chu Mo, this newly advanced Great Grandmaster was an unexpected pleasure. Of course, Chu Mo also knew that Lei Ting had chosen to serve him mainly because of the wealthiest woman in Hua Country, Liu Manli.

```

The Liu family's stronghold was indeed in Zhongzhou, and Zhongzhou was under the domain of Liu Peng, a titan worth over a trillion yuan. Liu Peng would never tolerate having a wealthy female tycoon like a thorn in his side.

In the past, out of respect for Liu Manli's father, Liu Peng had refrained from taking action. However, as her father's health worsened, reaching a critical point recently, Liu Peng's subtle moves became more frequent.

For this female tycoon to protect herself, there were only two options: one was to prostrate herself before Liu Peng and be at his mercy, probably surviving under his breath but stripped of power to the core, with assets possibly shrinking below a hundred billion.

The other was to collaborate with a powerful force to jointly resist Liu Peng's oppression.

Looking across the entirety of Hua Country, the only one who could disregard the presence of the eight great families and go tit-for-tat with them was Chu Mo from the Magic Capital; Chu Mo was also Liu Manli's only choice.

Lei Ting's intention to protect Liu Manli held little merit in terms of military force, given that Liu Peng represented the eight great families of Hua Country, a colossus with assets over a trillion yuan. They used means that, while unsavory, were still commonplace in business conflicts. Lei Ting, despite its formidable military force, was helpless in a commercial showdown.

Therefore, to safeguard the woman he loved, he could only seek help from Chu Mo.

On the stage, due to a momentary lapse from He Guangyu, the inheritor of the Jiangnan Monkey Fist, Wu Pengkun immediately went full throttle. Seizing the opportunity, he slammed his fist, as big as a casserole, against his opponent. The agile Monkey Fist inheritor managed to dissipate most of the force with a few deft movements, but his hands were numb, and continuing to fight was pointless, so he conceded defeat.

As the two fighters left the arena, the entire hall instantly erupted into a warm round of applause.

The clash between two half-step Grandmasters was indeed a spectacle to behold.

At that moment, just as a man of average build was about to step onto the stage, the Great Grandmaster Jiang Dingnan lightly pushed off the ground and soared into the air, landing on the arena in one leap.

With the re-appearance of a Grandmaster on stage, the whole hall fell silent, and at that moment, the slightly hunchbacked figure of Jiang Dingnan turned his gaze towards Chu Mo, speaking in a deep voice,

"Fan Gao, I still haven't had my fill from our last battle in Zhongzhou. I wonder if the young one dares to come again?"

Named by the elder, Fan Gao, the leader of the bodyguards behind Chu Mo, abruptly stood up.

Fan Gao was the second-in-command of the Fan family in the Magic Capital, a truly formidable half-step Grandmaster in his own right, who could fight Jiang Tao to a draw.

However, due to an injury inflicted by Jiang Dingnan during the underground boxing championship in Zhongzhou, he had been left with a lingering issue that greatly diminished his strength. Now he was at the top of the first class, but no longer able to reach the true level of a half-step Grandmaster.

Even though Fan Gao's strength had waned, his pride as a martial artist remained undiminished.

When the elder named him, he swiftly rose to his feet and then turned his gaze to Chu Mo.

Chu Mo focused slightly. Jiang Dingnan was now one of his own; his granddaughter Jiang Rourou was one of his own spokespersons, and moreover, the Star Technology Company, led by Jiang Rourou and her partner Ru Yu, had grown immensely, now valued at over thirty billion yuan.

Chu Mo did not believe Jiang Dingnan would make things difficult for his own people. He nodded lightly to Fan Gao, who then voluntarily stepped onto the stage.

On the stage, Fan Gao, with his robust muscles, stood alert and focused, while Jiang Dingnan, in his flowing white robes, stood with his hands behind his back.

Suddenly, the entire hall was enveloped by an invisible surge of energy. On closer inspection, a faint luminescence surrounded the white-clad elder.

It was the external manifestation of Innate True Qi!