"Ah! You damn thief, you destroyed my Dantian! I'll fight you to the death!" Zhang Sheng cried miserably, trying to attack Chen Mo with both hands and feet. But with his neck gripped by Chen Mo, his entire body was limp and powerless, leaving him able to do nothing but shout futilely.
A Martial Artist's status put him above others wherever he went. Especially when he used the Zhang family's name to make money—it was incredibly convenient. Zhang Sheng might have acted like a grandson before Zhang Buhui, but before other Ordinary People, he was an uncle.
Moreover, this fellow possessed considerable assets. Though he was only at the Houtian First Layer, he was still a Martial Artist, and money had come pouring in.
Now that he had directly lost his status as a Martial Artist, the consequences were obvious. It seemed he could no longer handle the Zhang family's external affairs. He could only live as an ordinary person, killing time in one of the Zhang family's businesses and earning a wage each month.
That was only because his surname was Zhang. Otherwise, he would not even be qualified for such a job.
Then there were all the people he had offended before. They would definitely come looking for him, and he could only swallow his broken teeth and endure it. He no longer had any grounds to be arrogant.
As for earning extra money, he could forget about it. It would already be quite good if he could keep what he currently possessed.
Thinking of all this, Zhang Sheng naturally burned with rage and wanted to fight Chen Mo to the death. Without being a Martial Artist, how could he continue enjoying his current life?
Yet Chen Mo swung his hand and slapped him hard across the face,