Chapter 1192: Chapter 747: Geniuses and Ordinary People

At three o’clock in the afternoon, at Emperor’s Mansion Villa Number One, Chu Mo stretched a lazy waist as he descended from the third floor, and immediately noticed the visibly constrained Tang Yi in the living room.

The young boy with bushy eyebrows and big eyes, around fourteen or fifteen years old, should be at the rebellious age, yet here, he seemed exceptionally cautious, even sitting on only half of his buttocks.

Seeing Chu Mo coming down the stairs, Tang Yi, who couldn’t help trembling from top to bottom, promptly stood up and stuttered:

“Chu… Senior…!”

There were maids diligently fixing Chu Mo’s clothes by his side. He had returned to Emperor Xuan Villas last night around one o’clock, and for some reason, although he was very sleepy, when he got back to his bedroom and lay alone on the big bed, he ended up suffering from insomnia. His mind was filled with all sorts of random thoughts; one moment, he was worried about his remaining wealth value of only thirty thousand points, then he thought of the fight with the Xue family’s old ancestor, and at another point, he considered that he should keep rapidly developing–not for anything else, but just to earn more wealth points.

In short, in a daze, Chu Mo didn’t fall asleep until the sky began to lighten, and as a result, he slept right through until three in the afternoon.

Upon waking up, Chu Mo’s stomach was growling. He ordered the maids to prepare a meal, even though it was not mealtime. However, knowing that Chu Mo hadn’t eaten yet, the kitchen was always ready with warm food, so with Chu Mo’s order, a dozen maids immediately got busy.

As Chu Mo headed to the dining room, he beckoned to the young lad across from him. Tang Yi, though full of fear, didn’t dare defy Chu Mo’s command and could only follow behind Chu Mo with a bitter face.

As the maids laid out more than a dozen exquisite dishes, Chu Mo began to eat heartily, wolfing down the food.

He was indeed extremely hungry, so he didn’t care about his manners. A few minutes later, after filling his stomach with food, Chu Mo, who had slowed his pace, looked up at Tang Yi and asked:

“Where are the girls?”

Even though Chu Mo didn’t name anyone specifically, the teenager standing far away at the entrance of the dining room still replied:

“Qin Ning and Miss Xue are in the courtyard, they’re together with Yuanyuan, and Miss Qin Lan is there too.”

As the boy finished speaking, Chu Mo nodded lightly. Focusing his attention, he could faintly hear the clear voices coming from the courtyard.

While savoring the delicacies, Chu Mo casually observed the restrained-looking young lad in front of him. Now that he was at home, Chu Mo didn’t have to worry about his secrets being discovered and didn’t bother beating around the bush, instead directly asking:

“Tang Yi, right? What is your current level of strength?”

The young man in front of him didn’t hesitate at all. He lowered his head slightly, then said with a sheepish expression:

“To respond to Senior, I have just advanced to the upper tier of B-level. However, Grandpa says that at most in two years I can break through to A-level, and if I’m lucky, perhaps it won’t even take that long. It could be within a year.”

“Upper tier of B-level,” Chu Mo quietly repeated.

At this level of strength, one becomes an object of competition for many major forces. Even Chu Mo’s detective agency would offer various generous conditions to a B-level Martial Artist, striving to recruit them.

Although most of those around Chu Mo are A-level Martial Artists, in reality, there are only a few dozen A-level Martial Artists in total. With thousands of people in the entire detective agency, the real backbone is B-level.

A youngster like the one in front of him, who could reach the peak of B-level at such a young age, could certainly be said to have a limitless future. In some forces, he would definitely be an object of focused cultivation, a true prodigy.

Although Chu Mo seems to be a legendary celestial god on the surface, and everyone thinks he’s like a deity, in fact, only he knows the real situation.

If he were without the system, he would be just an ordinary person. Even the youngster before him could overwhelm him with just a finger–not an exaggeration, but a stark reality.

The standard for a B-level Martial Artist is having a body solid as a wall of copper and iron. Even if they stand still, an ordinary person with bare hands cannot break through their defense, and B-level Martial Artists have already been exposed to Innate True Qi. Although they cannot control Innate True Qi yet, their full-power strike has incredibly terrifying power.

If Chu Mo himself could reach the level of a B-level Martial Artist without relying on the system, he would be so excited he couldn’t sleep.

Of course, although the system also has items for leveling up, the cost is astronomical, and even if he spent all his wealth points, it would only get him to a meager B-level Martial Artist. But if he really did that, and faced any threats in the future, he would have no means to fight back.

Therefore, at this moment, Chu Mo could only look at the youngster before him with envy.

A moment later, having filled his stomach nine-tenths full, Chu Mo put down his bowl and chopsticks. He took a napkin from the table and wiped the corners of his mouth before addressing the teenager who simply didn’t dare to make eye contact:

“Tang Yi, what exactly about me scares you in the depths of your heart? Look, I too have a pair of eyes, a nose, a mouth, and I don’t have three heads and six arms. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

The boy cautiously looked up at Chu Mo, but in just an instant, a hint of bewilderment flashed in his eyes; the next moment, as if thinking of something terrifying, the boy couldn’t help but tremble all over, his breathing even becoming extremely heavy.