“Not nearly enough!” Chen Mo’s expression darkened.
“The amount of mora I gave you was much more than what that Sumeru man handed over.
How is it not enough?” “You wasted so much of our brothers’ time.
You think you can send us away with just this little bit of mora?” The leader pulled out a document from somewhere and boldly stepped closer to Chen Mo.
“Either pay up now, or sign this contract!” Chen Mo gave it a quick glance.
It was clearly a debt contract from Northland Bank.
He was almost amused out of anger.
He truly had never imagined that, in Teyvat, there would actually be people using this kind of method to force others into debt.
He took the contract and the pen.
Just as the Fatui thought he was about to sign his name and were already celebrating inwardly, Chen Mo clenched his hand and stabbed the pen straight through the paper, tearing a large hole in it.
“You—” “Muda—!” The leader had only managed to spit out one word when he vaguely saw a golden phantom rush out from Chen Mo’s body.
Before he could see it clearly, his face was struck by a heavy blow.
His entire body was sent flying several meters by an elbow strike, crashing hard into the wall of the hotel corridor.
With a muffled groan, he passed out.
“My Stand’s fists are golden too, just like mora.
So, let me ask you—do you want some?” The surrounding Fatui were dumbfounded.
How had their leader suddenly been sent flying?
That Liyue man clearly had not moved at all.
Could he be a disciple of some adeptal sect?
“What nonsense are you all spouting?
There are so many of us!
Do we really need to fear him alone!?” Someone in the crowd shouted, instantly igniting the others’ emotions.
The Fatui inside the room drew the short blades at their waists one after another and swung them toward Chen Mo.
But these people were nothing more than small fry who did not even possess Delusions.
To put it bluntly, they were no different from hilichurls.
Their blades did not even have time to cut through the air in front of Chen Mo before their arms were frozen mid-swing by an invisible force.
“Muda—!” Gold Experience twisted its waist and raised its knee, then swept out with a fierce whipping kick that struck three men in the abdomen at the same time.
Seeing this, the Fatui behind them fell into panic once again, stopping in their tracks and retreating step by step.
This was far too strange!
They had seen it very clearly.
That Liyue man had not moved at all, so why had the brothers at the front suddenly collapsed for no reason?
“It’s a ghostly shadow!
There’s a ghostly shadow beside him!” “All those strange things just now must have been done by that ghost!” Chen Mo slowly walked out of the room and swept his gaze across the surroundings.
He had not expected more than twenty Fatui to be waiting outside in the corridor to surround him.
Unfortunately, only four or five of them possessed Delusions.
“Gold Experience!” The golden Stand attacked swiftly, aiming a powerful punch at one of them.
Even though that man possessed a Delusion, his mental strength was not enough to react to Gold Experience’s speed.
He took the heavy blow head-on, his body staggering as he lost his balance.
Seizing the opportunity, Gold Experience turned sideways and kicked his wrist.
With a clang, the staff in the man’s hand flew loose into the air and shot straight toward Chen Mo.
Chen Mo caught the weapon in passing.
Treating the staff like a spear, he skillfully spun and flourished it.
As a child who had grown up in Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, he had naturally studied the secret polearm techniques passed down there.
Standing back-to-back with Gold Experience, he looked coldly at the Fatui surrounding him and provocatively curled his finger.
“Come at me.” “Go…
go!
Those who can see the ghost, hold that shadow back!
Those who can’t, go kill that brat!” The Fatui gritted their teeth and charged forward together once more.
Chen Mo crouched low and swept the staff horizontally.
The two men at the front were struck in the legs and feet, crying out in pain as they fell to the ground.
The hotel corridor was already narrow.
Once those two fell, they just happened to form a buffer zone for Chen Mo, blocking the enemies behind them.
“Muda muda muda!” Although his main body was also busy fighting, Chen Mo’s control over his Stand remained perfectly precise.
The Fatui had no time to use their elemental power before Gold Experience rapidly closed in.
Beneath each battle cry came fists like a violent storm.
Even without Star Platinum’s incomparable strength, Gold Experience was more than enough to render the Fatui completely unable to fight.
“Damn Liyue monster!” A gunshot rang out from the end of the corridor.
A Fatui wielding a Pyro Delusion had somehow obtained a firearm.
Chen Mo had no time to switch Stands and activate time stop.
He could only burn his reflexes to the limit and dodge at the last possible moment.
He forced his body sideways.
The flaming bullet grazed past his chest, burning a hole half the size of a palm through his clothes.
The burnt smell of fabric and the drifting ash did not distract him.
Without hesitation, Chen Mo threw the weapon in his hand to Gold Experience.
The Stand’s ability activated.
Golden life energy flowed into the staff and spread throughout its interior.
In the next second, the staff shot out like an arrow released from a bowstring, hurled forward by Gold Experience with tremendous force.
Just as the gunman was about to dodge successfully, the staff suddenly twisted and transformed in midair.
It turned into a large snake with its bloody mouth wide open, biting down viciously on the gunman’s arm.
“Ah—!!
Why is there a snake!?” His scream echoed throughout the entire Goth Grand Hotel.
That scream became the final straw that broke the camel’s back, causing the Fatui present to lose their will to fight one after another.
The corridor instantly descended into chaos.
The sounds of begging for mercy and fleeing footsteps rang out endlessly.
Aside from that, there was also the sudden sound of applause.
“Oh?
Quite the commotion you’ve caused here.” At the other end of the corridor stood an orange-haired young man, though no one knew when he had arrived.
The night breeze passed through the broken window and blew into the room, gently lifting the scarf over the man’s gray clothes.
It made the casual, unruly air around him stand out even more.
“Childe…
Tartaglia?” Chen Mo frowned slightly, finding the situation troublesome.
Logically speaking, the Fatui Harbinger stationed in Mondstadt should have been Rosalyne, the Fair Lady.
So why had Tartaglia appeared here instead?
At the Knights of Favonius Headquarters, the lights in Jean’s office were still bright.
On the top layer of her desk was not the cooperation document between Liyue and Mondstadt, but a secret report Eula had submitted not long ago.
“Monstrous strength capable of forcibly breaking through a Hypostasis’s defense…” “When did Liyue gain another existence suspected to be adeptal in nature…?” Jean fell into distress.
In present-day Liyue, the Geo Archon Morax still remained.
Meanwhile, Mondstadt’s own Anemo Archon, Barbatos, had disappeared for over a thousand years.
If Liyue were allowed to continue growing stronger, perhaps it would become Mondstadt’s second major potential threat.
“Did the Qixing send him to deliver these documents with some deeper meaning in mind…?” “Acting Grand Master Jean—!” “Acting Grand Master Jean, something terrible has happened!!” The sudden shout completely disrupted Jean’s thoughts.
The door was pushed open heavily, and a young knight rushed into the office, panting for breath.
“What happened?
What could make you so panicked?” The young knight supported himself against the door handle, gasping repeatedly.
“The…
the Liyue envoy…” “He’s fighting one of the Fatui Harbingers!!” “What did you say!?”