Chapter 13: Now I Have Space

After Gang Sheng entered the lounge, Chen Mo sat back in his boss chair and opened the system interface.

Name: Chen Mo

Wealth Points:

Physique: 18

Strength: 18

Speed: 18

Spirit: 18

Storage Space: None (available for purchase)

Skills: Form-Intent Fist (Advanced); Edge-Breaking Eight Blades (Advanced); Driving (Beginner); English (Beginner)

Chen Mo saw his wealth points reach five digits for the first time, and instantly felt like he could never spend it all.

After thinking, he first raised all attributes to 20.

"Damn!"

Seeing that increasing an attribute above 20 actually required 5000 wealth points per point, Chen Mo suddenly felt that 15,000 wealth points wasn't that much.

From 18 to 20, each attribute point cost Chen Mo 500 wealth points, and maxing all four attributes cost 40,000 wealth points.

As a result, after 20, each attribute point became ten times more expensive.

This motherfucking system, a profiteer!

However, after raising his attributes to twenty, Chen Mo clearly felt his body become much stronger.

Chen Mo now feels he could beat Captain America to death.

Looking at his remaining wealth points, Chen Mo didn't even think twice and immediately decided to buy storage space.

Does a transmigrator without space even deserve to call himself a transmigrator?

Upon seeing the price, Chen Mo felt an urge to uninstall the system.

The first cubic costs 1000 wealth points, the second 3000, the third 5000, and so on.

That is to say, with his current wealth points, Chen Mo can at most buy three cubic units.

Gritting his teeth, Chen Mo still bought three cubic units.

It's small, but it's better than nothing.

Finally, Chen Mo spent another 1000 wealth points to upgrade Form-Intent Fist by one level.

There's no way; his martial art is currently only at the same level as Gao Jin's Eight Trigrams Palm.

This won't do; if he ever runs into something like Wolf Warrior and can't beat it, how will he ever recruit lackeys?

As the level of Form-Intent Fist rose, Chen Mo instantly felt a large amount of its knowledge and theory flood into his mind, his muscles twitching uncontrollably, slowly turning into muscle memory.

In the next instant, everything returned to normal.

Chen Mo looked at the system panel again.

Name: Chen Mo

Wealth Points: 1878

Physique: 20

Strength: 20

Speed: 20

Spirit: 20

Storage Space: 3m³

Skills: Form-Intent Fist (Initial Dark Energy); Edge-Breaking Eight Blades (Advanced); Driving (Beginner); English (Beginner)

The level of Form-Intent Fist became Initial Dark Energy, and it can still be upgraded further.

Chen Mo glanced at the price: 3000 wealth points.

Chen Mo angrily shut the system and refused to look.

He decided to keep the remaining wealth points for future needs.

After all, such a haul isn't always possible.

After testing the storage space for a while, storing his Tang knife inside and putting some money in, Chen Mo pushed open the lounge door.

This Tang knife was also exchanged by Chen Mo from the system, can be called a divine weapon, and he's used it for years without nicking the blade.

As soon as Chen Mo entered the lounge, the almost-asleep Gang Sheng instantly woke up, alert.

"What are you doing?"

Gang Sheng pulled the blanket tight over himself, tightly covering his chest.

Chen Mo took off his clothes, directly grabbed the blanket, and dove into the bed.

"This is my room; of course I'm here to sleep."

"Get out!" Gang Sheng clung to the blanket, still trying to kick Chen Mo off the bed.

"Hey, you're giving me face, huh?"

Chen Mo grabbed Gang Sheng in one motion and, from behind, pulled her into his arms.

"What are you doing! Let go of me!" Gang Sheng covered his chest with his hands, legs kicking wildly.

Chen Mo clamped her with his legs, reached out, and twisted her waist.

"Behave and sleep with me, or I'll execute you on the spot!"

Chen Mo had eaten his fill at Ruby's yesterday, and now he isn't that hungry.

Moreover, Gang Sheng will never escape his palm, so there's no rush.

Chen Mo merely held Gang Sheng, with no intention of doing anything to her.

Gang Sheng felt Chen Mo had no more action, and she too gradually grew quiet.

Today's events had tossed her emotions about; now that she had quieted down, fatigue instantly filled her entire body.

At this moment, lying in Chen Mo's embrace, she actually felt a bit reassured.

The two fell asleep just like that, but the entire Gangdao martial world stirred up a huge commotion.

At noon, the news that Bolan Street and Hong Tai had a falling out at the teahouse had just spread; by evening, Hong Tai's Nüren Jie had its flag torn down.

Even more shocking, Hong Tai's Dragon Head and Prince went missing, and two hall masters were killed outright.

All of Hong Tai was left leaderless, like dragons without a head.

Anyone with a bit of sense in the martial world could see that Hong Tai's situation was inseparable from Chen Mo.

The next morning, Gang Sheng had shifted position, her whole body turning from facing away from Chen Mo to facing him, clinging to him like an octopus.

Ah—

As soon as Gang Sheng opened her eyes, she saw Chen Mo's big face, screamed in fright, and shrank to one side.

She had just clearly felt something poking her.

What are you yelling for!

Chen Mo, woken by Gang Sheng's noise, shouted at her.

"I'm so handsome, you got to hold me all night—consider yourself lucky."

Chen Mo got up irritably to change clothes.

"You bastard!"

Gang Sheng curled up in the blankets and cursed.

After a night, she no longer feared Chen Mo as much.

To Chen Mo, Gang Sheng's scolding sounded like playful petulance.

Sooner or later she'll be my woman, so I ought to pamper her a bit.

"Tch, hurry up and get up—I'll have someone send you to find your aunt!"

After Chen Mo left the lounge, Gang Sheng crawled out from under the covers.

She had slept in her clothes last night, so she didn't need to change; after tidying up, she followed him out.

Chen Mo opened the drawer, pulled out a few hundred‑dollar Hong Kong bills and a business card.

"Take this; if you can't stay with your aunt, give me a call—the offer I gave you yesterday still stands."

"I... I will repay you..."

Chen Mo gave her a sideways glance: "You said it—if you can't pay, just use yourself to settle the debt."

Chen Mo shouted toward the door, and a lackey came in.

"Mo Ge, what's up?"

Chen Mo looked at the newcomer and recognized him as one of the lackeys who had tied up the guy's buttocks with Gao Jin last night.

It was too dark last night to see his face clearly; now he looks awfully familiar.

"What's your name?"

"I'm Da Dou, Mo Ge!" the lackey replied.

"Da Dou, aren't you the second young master of Bolan Street?"

"I thought you were with Mafubao—how did you end up here?"

"Mo Ge, Yaobao hooked up with my second sister and hit on my girl—I've cut ties with him."

Da Dou said resentfully.

"Alright, keep doing your work properly and you'll get ahead."

Chen Mo tossed the car keys to Da Dou, pointed at Gang Sheng, and said, "Drive my car, take her somewhere—just ask her for the address."

Da Dou happily took the keys: "Okay, Mo Ge, I'll definitely get the sister‑in‑law home safely."

"Eye‑catching!"

Gang Sheng, standing nearby, heard Da Dou call her "big sister‑in‑law" and blushed all over.