Hitting Someone Means Hitting Their Face

Chen Mo heard that and looked at Manager Guo, his heart already brimming with anger. It seemed his little temper really could not take it anymore.

If Manager Guo had spoken nicely, perhaps Chen Mo would have let it go. After all, Manager Guo was the manager, while he was just a deliveryman. Besides, he would not be working here much longer anyway, so there was no need to fight over such gains and losses. But he had never expected that his usual diligence and reliability would become the very reason others bullied him!

Fuck! Chen Mo felt sickened. Did they think that just because he usually kept quiet, he was easy to bully? Screw this—he was done. He would not stay here and swallow this humiliation.

"Fine, I quit. Manager, please settle my wages, and I'll leave immediately." Though anger burned in his heart, Chen Mo did not lose his temper. So be it if he quit. He had planned to resign sooner or later anyway; the only difference was whether it happened sooner or later.

"Hah! You dare throw a tantrum at me and still want wages? Not a chance! Get the hell out of here! You won't get a single cent!" Manager Guo roared.

"You must settle my wages. Otherwise, I'll report you to the President Committee!" Chen Mo said, slipping a hand into his pocket and activating his phone's quick-recording function.

"Who the hell do you think you're talking to?" Su Huaiming suddenly sprang out from the side, pointing a finger at Chen Mo's nose as he cursed.

"Can't you see who I'm talking to? If you want me gone, just say so. Don't play these underhanded tricks. And you'd better settle my wages, or I'll file a complaint!" Since he had started recording, Chen Mo deliberately repeated himself so the cause of the matter would be clear.

"Kid, if my brother-in-law tells you to get lost, then get lost! Don't stand here spouting bullshit, or you'll regret it!" Su Huaiming was nearly six foot three and powerfully built. Standing before Chen Mo, he gave off an overwhelming sense of pressure, and he was secretly pleased with himself over it.

Manager Guo stood nearby watching but said nothing, clearly believing that what Su Huaiming said was exactly what he wanted to say.

"You can make me leave, but settle my wages first!" Chen Mo refused to yield an inch, and his voice was loud enough to draw the attention of everyone who had arrived for work.

Seeing this, Su Huaiming was instantly furious. He threw a punch straight at Chen Mo's face and cursed, "Here's your damn wages!"

But Chen Mo sidestepped the blow and said, "Why are you hitting people? Do you have any sense of reason at all?"

"Haha! Reason? What I say is reason! Huaiming, beat him up good! And what are all of you looking at? Get back to work!" Manager Guo shouted from behind them.

Hearing his brother-in-law say that, Su Huaiming howled excitedly and charged at Chen Mo with his fists raised.

Well, Chen Mo had never practiced any Martial Arts. Over the past few days, he had only been cultivating True Essence. So aside from his good physical condition, he did not know many fighting techniques. When Su Huaiming rushed at him, Chen Mo swung one hand toward Su Huaiming's cheek while using the other to block the incoming punch.

"Smack!" The crisp sound rang clearly through the entire courtyard. The slap left Su Huaiming dizzy and disoriented, while Chen Mo immediately backhanded him with another slap. "Smack!" It was just as crisp.

The two slaps drew blood from the corner of Su Huaiming's mouth. He was so dazed that he no longer had the drive to attack Chen Mo.

The enormous contrast left everyone around them stunned. Su Huaiming, as burly as a bear, was getting beaten by the somewhat skinny Chen Mo. The sight was simply incomprehensible.

"Ah! Someone's being beaten! Someone's being beaten!" Manager Guo began yelling, though his drake-like voice was truly unpleasant to hear. He even pulled out his phone and trembled as he prepared to dial 110, but little of his earlier arrogance remained.

"Smack!" Chen Mo seemed to have developed a taste for slapping people. Letting go of Su Huaiming, he stepped forward and slapped Manager Guo across the face, then pulled out his phone and played the conversation from earlier.

"Tell me, when the police get here, who do you think they'll believe?" Chen Mo asked with a mocking smile.

"You... you..." Manager Guo covered his face and immediately fell silent. He knew he had completely lost face today.

"Since this place has no room for me, then I'll leave. But I hope you'll speak properly in the future. Look, this is much better now. Isn't everyone getting along peacefully?" Chen Mo smiled and patted the uncovered side of Manager Guo's face.

"Damn it, why haven't you told the Finance Department to settle my wages? Do you want another slap?" Chen Mo suddenly shouted at Manager Guo.

"Ah? Yes, yes, yes! I'll arrange it, I'll arrange it!" Manager Guo had thought Chen Mo was just a lowly part-time worker, a miserable loser. He had never expected him to turn into a tiger the moment things turned ugly.

What he had not expected even more was that this fellow was so formidable in a fight. He had beaten Su Huaiming until he was crouched on the ground and unable to get up. Manager Guo began to regret it. Was he an idiot for provoking someone like this? Chen Mo's usual behavior had simply been too deceptive.

Before ten minutes had passed, the Finance Department had calculated Chen Mo's wages, commissions, and bonuses. The total came to more than four thousand yuan, and they handed the money directly to him.

He counted it and knew that this was probably about the right amount for the month. Perhaps because Manager Guo had been slapped, they had even given him a little extra.

After taking the money, he did not linger and simply turned to leave. He was not afraid that Manager Guo would call the police. He had the recording, which counted as evidence. Su Huaiming had struck first, so he was not afraid of the police coming after him. At most, it would be excessive self-defense. But if it came out that Manager Guo had been slapped by one of his own employees in the company office because he had foolishly tried to squeeze some benefit out of him, it would do Manager Guo no good. So he definitely would not call the police. Chen Mo had considered all this before directly slapping him.

After returning home, Chen Mo did not know what to do for a while. It was still early, so he might as well buy some food and drinks, then hurry up and cultivate. Reaching Qi Refining Layer One was his most important task at the moment, and he could already sense that he was close to breaking through.

He had also become much hungrier than before. Every cultivation session not only expelled toxins but also strengthened his muscles and bones, so he needed a large amount of energy to replenish himself.

After buying food, he immediately began cultivating. He also set himself a goal: once he reached Qi Refining Layer One, he could go home and do what he longed to do. Cultivating every evening, then brewing a pot of tea under a tree during the day and swaying back and forth in a lounge chair, sleeping whenever he wanted—what a pleasant life that would be.

Well, back to reality. Chen Mo silently encouraged himself. But he also understood that haste made waste, so every day he went out for a walk, strolling along roads or narrow paths without caring about his destination or direction. It was partly to clear his mind and partly to ease his persistent thoughts. Only by slowly laying a solid foundation could he cultivate without mishap.

The Transmission Jade Talisman mentioned this as well, but he could not browse it yet. His Spiritual Sense had not been cultivated, and he would only have it after reaching Qi Refining Layer One. For now, he could only cultivate using the Cultivation Method that the Transmission Jade Talisman had transmitted to him the first time. That method was deeply imprinted in his mind and could never be forgotten. There were also some inscriptions and miscellaneous notes explaining problems that might arise during cultivation, along with introductions to Talismans, spells, and the like. But if he truly wanted to learn them, he would have to wait until he reached the Qi Refining Realm and possessed Spiritual Sense.

Over the past few days of cultivation, Chen Mo had increasingly felt that the bottleneck was within reach. With just a little more effort, he could definitely break through it. Therefore, he made himself even steadier these days—not only his mindset, but also his body and spirit. Only by keeping everything stable could he avoid mistakes during cultivation.

Today, he had followed a small path into a rather desolate area. It was already dark, and after walking for nearly an hour, he decided to turn back. He had been lost in thought just now and had wandered a little too far from home.