Chen Mo could more or less guess what Wang Weili was thinking.
He understood the importance of an alchemist to a martial arts aristocratic family. If he himself had not been strong enough, the Special Affairs Administration might have locked him up long ago and made him focus solely on refining pills for them.
Even so, there were still people within the Special Affairs Administration who had their eyes on him and wanted him to refine pills. But most of the time, Chen Mo simply refused.
It was also because of his own strength that, after being refused, they had not come looking for him again. Of course, whether they would continue scheming against him later was another matter. They definitely would.
People were that realistic. For profit, they were willing to take risks. Even if there was only the slightest chance, they would seize it.
Chen Mo had confronted the Martial Arts World's aristocratic families so directly because he wanted to give all martial artists an example, to make them understand his principles. If they provoked him, they would have to bear irreparable consequences.
Therefore, he said nothing. He gestured for Wang Weili to wait, then turned and walked to the edge of the grounds. He grabbed Zhang Buhui, who was still half-prone on the ground, lifted him up, and returned to stand before Wang Weili.
He tossed Zhang Buhui at Wang Weili's feet before saying, "Clan Leader Wang, let this man explain properly what exactly your family's alchemist took from me."
By now, Chen Mo already regarded the Hundred-Year Golden Blood Wood as his own. Therefore, no matter what, he had to get it back today.
There was no longer any emotion in Zhang Buhui's heart. Instead, he had become somewhat calm.
When Chen Mo had captured him