Chapter 92: Only the Fierce Dragon Crosses the River!

He spent five pleasant days in Paris.

Song Mo could be considered to have enjoyed a pleasant vacation.

He boarded a plane bound for the United States.

Before departure.

Song Mo waved from afar to Sheldon and Adelin.

That counted as a farewell.

He had discussed it with Adelin.

Once he finished his business in the United States, Adelin would travel to Huaguo to see him; when the time came, Song Mo was to show her the hospitality of a host, just as Adelin had welcomed him.

Song Mo agreed.

Just as Song Mo's plane had taken off for the United States.

Little did he know, two women had traveled thousands of miles, all the way from Huaguo to France.

They had just barely missed each other perfectly.

So Song Mo's luck really wasn't bad sometimes…

……

While Song Mo was still up in the sky.

Paris airport.

A woman wearing sunglasses, accompanied by another woman wearing the same kind of sunglasses, the two of them huddled together whispering about something after getting off the plane.

"Xiao Wan, do you think we can find Song Mo?"

An Yinuo was a little nervous.

Tang Xiaowan said with full confidence:

"Don't worry."

"Didn't you see Song Mo's Moments? He's been checking in at scenic spots in Paris these past few days. Based on my deduction, the next check-in spot is definitely the Palace of Versailles!"

"What if it isn't?"

Tang Xiaowan's face stiffened.

"Uh, if it isn't, then we'll just have to look around a bit more."

An Yinuo: "…"

She always felt her best friend was a bit unreliable.

But there was nothing to be done; the foreign girl by Song Mo's side really put too much pressure on An Yinuo, so much so that she had turned to her good best friend for help.

Tang Xiaowan truly was a good best friend.

A woman of action, she did what she said and immediately brought An Yinuo to France.

She even bragged that she was on a sacred mission…

An Yinuo felt it was unreliable, but in fact it wasn't really anything, because there was also a lady named Lin Weiwei who had likewise been entangled all the way to France.

Bearing the same mission as hers, she had come to find Song Mo.

None of them knew that Song Mo had already boarded a plane to the United States, until that evening, when Song Mo used his phone to take a photo of the night sky.

And casually posted it on his Moments.

An Yinuo: …

Lin Weiwei: …

Two women of only ordinary acquaintance, at this moment, suddenly felt a sense of kinship, and a wave of speechless emotion welled up in both their hearts.

……

Newly arrived in the United States.

First stop, Chinatown.

Song Mo was, after all, Chinese.

He was going to set up an arena in the United States and widely invite experts from all walks of life to duel; how could he not first pay his respects to his compatriots?

The Chinese forces within Chinatown were not to be underestimated.

Among them were no shortage of hidden talents.

If he could earn their approval.

Song Mo could also set up his challenge arena in the United States in peace.

But one thing truly surprised Song Mo: his eldest disciple had brought him to a martial arts hall and was greeting the people there with great familiarity.

It looked like… they actually knew each other?

And they were quite familiar at that!

"Hey! Jack Li!"

"Hey! Bruce!"

"Bruce, you finally came back to see your brothers! This time I'm going to have a good match with you! Let's see if you've improved at all!"

After the greetings.

Perhaps noticing Song Mo's surprised look.

Bruce explained:

"Master, I used to learn martial arts at this hall."

Before Bruce had become Song Mo's disciple, this fellow had indeed been running all over the world; wherever there was a hint of real skill, his shadow was never absent.

And this is the modern era.

If it were ancient times, he would have been beaten to death as a turncoat serving three houses.

Song Mo nodded slightly.

He didn't really care about these things either.

Bruce had also explained the reason to him clearly.

His opinion was:

If Song Mo wanted to set up a challenge arena, getting the official connections to handle the specifics would take a long time, but Zhenwu Martial Arts Hall had connections—find the hall master to help, and it could be arranged within three days.

However, Bruce didn't think he had that much face, so to obtain the hall master's help, everything still depended on Song Mo to persuade him.

Song Mo nodded.

He naturally understood.

The so-called persuasion was nothing more than laying out one's chips and seeing whether the other party accepted.

"Bruce, what are you planning to do this time you came back?"

"I came back to see the brothers."

"By the way, why isn't the hall master here?"

"The hall master is drinking tea in the back courtyard!"

"I'll take you there!"

……

The martial arts hall was called Zhenwu Martial Arts Hall.

The name did have quite a Daoist flair.

But who would have thought that the hall master of Zhenwu Martial Arts Hall was not a long-haired Daoist priest, but a bald-headed old donkey.

The bald old donkey lay casually on the sofa.

He saw his disciple bringing a guest in.

He had absolutely no intention of getting up.

"Heh! Bruce, you still remember to come to me—aren't you afraid I'll beat you up?"

"You studied at my martial arts hall for a year, then turned around and went to study at someone else's hall. For a piece of work like you, in ancient Huaguo, they'd have to drag you out and cripple you!"

"No one visits the hall without a reason."

"Speak up, what is it this time you've come to find old me for?"

In the past, Bruce would surely have worn a bitter smile.

Apologizing while handing over money.

One very important reason he hadn't been beaten was that he'd paid enough.

But now Song Mo was by his side.

He knew he couldn't lower his posture.

"Hall Master Zhao, the reason I've come this time is that I want to introduce my master to you."

Bruce spoke in Chinese.

To appear especially solemn.

Hall Master Zhao was still listless.

He didn't even lift his head.

"Oh, you brat took on another master?"

"Which fool took you as a disciple?"

Bruce: "……"

He looked at Song Mo, his expression slightly ashamed.

Song Mo didn't mind either; he was addressing Hall Master Zhao:

"Hall Master Zhao, I am Bruce's master."

"This time I've come to the United States because I want to set up an arena to challenge all the experts of the Martial Dao."

"Whoever wins will receive my reward of five million US dollars."

Hall Master Zhao was stunned, his eyelids lifting to size Song Mo up and down with a glance, then suddenly turning solemn; his previously casual demeanor grew serious as well.

Song Mo's breathing was very steady, indicating he was a practitioner of martial arts.

That alone didn't reveal much.

But he had an inexplicable feeling.

The person before him didn't seem human, but rather some kind of world-shaking fierce beast.

His heart couldn't help but give a jolt.

Hall Master Zhao sat up straight and probed:

"May I have your honored name, sir?"

"My name is Song Mo, from Huaguo."

"Come to the United States to challenge all the experts? To make a name for yourself?"

"Yes."

"Sign a contract?"

"Yes."

Hall Master Zhao's heart suddenly jolted.

A premonition rose within him.

Only a fierce dragon crosses the river.

This young man who looked very young was probably no easy mark!

Sign the Life and Death Contract!

Which useless one dares to sign?

Song Mo took out a check and handed it to Hall Master Zhao.

"This is one million US dollars."

"I'd trouble Hall Master Zhao to help me make the arrangements. I wish to hold the challenge arena within three days."

"It will last for seven days."

"I also ask Hall Master Zhao to help me verify the authenticity of this matter."

(End of this chapter)