Thud, thud! Two Martial Artists leaped into Chen Mo's courtyard.
From the way they had jumped in, both were clearly highly skilled. After sweeping them with his Spiritual Sense, Chen Mo could tell from the Blood Qi coursing through their bodies that they were both Houtian Layer Six Martial Artists.
At that moment, Chen Mo slowly finished his exercise, turned, and walked out of the underground Practice Room.
"Gentlemen, on such a windy, moonlit night, what brings you to my humble home?" Chen Mo stood before the villa and asked the two uninvited fellows.
He grumbled inwardly, Damn it, tonight is really damn lively. I just sent off one fellow who wanted to discuss business with me, and now two more have come. What the hell is going on with my home? It is practically becoming public property. Can people just come whenever they want?
The two did not conceal themselves or attempt to hide anything. Both wore training uniforms, the rather old-fashioned kind, and appeared to be in their forties. Neither tall nor short, they had quite ordinary-looking faces.
As soon as they entered the courtyard, they saw Chen Mo emerge from beside the villa. They immediately exchanged glances, neither having expected him to know they were coming, much less appear so promptly.
Did Chen Mo know the two of them were coming, or was it merely a coincidence?
"You have quite the nerve," said the man in the green training uniform. Both wore loose-fitting uniforms, one green and one black.
"Oh? Why do you say I have nerve?" Chen Mo was in no hurry. Since these two had entered his courtyard, they were already fish meat on the chopping board. It would not hurt to tease them a little and ask why they had come.
"Heh heh! Did