I am the Holy Poisoner, the Empress advised me to calm down

"Chen Mo, what exactly is your identity?" Liu Ying asked curiously, "Why are those people so afraid of you?"

"I don't have any special identity." Chen Mo said calmly, "It's just that they know they can't afford to offend me."

Liu Ying wanted to ask more, but seeing that Chen Mo didn't want to say more, she didn't continue asking.

As the car was driving back to the city, Chen Mo's phone rang.

"Brother Chen, this is bad!" Wang Zihao's hurried voice came from the phone, "The Muay Thai champion has arrived. Fang Shuwen said he wants to duel with you tonight!"

"I see." Chen Mo said calmly, "Where is the location?"

"It's in an abandoned factory in the suburbs. Brother Chen, do you want me to find someone to help?"

"No need, I can go alone." Chen Mo hung up the phone.

"What happened?" Liu Ying asked worriedly.

"It's nothing serious. Someone wants to compete with me." Chen Mo said lightly.

But Liu Ying heard something unusual in his tone, and she knew that Chen Mo was going to face danger.

As night fell, a lot of people gathered outside the abandoned factory. These were the thugs and onlookers called by Fang Shuwen.

Chen Mo appeared at the factory gate on time, alone, with his hands in his pockets and a calm expression.

"Chen Mo, you really dare to come." Fang Shuwen walked out of the crowd with a smug smile on his face.

"How can I deal with you if I don't come?" Chen Mo asked back.

"Take care of me?" Fang Shuwen laughed. "If you can leave here alive today, you'll be considered very capable."

As he spoke, he clapped his hands, and a tall foreigner walked out of the factory.

This man was nearly two meters tall, with well-developed muscles and many scars on his arms. He looked like a tough guy who had been through many battles.

"This is Jin Tae-eun, the Muay Thai champion of Silla. He's undefeated in 38 fights, 35 of which were knockouts," Fang Shuwen introduced. "Today he wants to have a good sparring match with you."

Jin Taien looked at Chen Mo with disdain in his eyes. In his eyes, Chen Mo was just a child in front of him.

"You want to challenge me?" Kim Tae-eun asked in broken Chinese.

"It's not a challenge, I'm here to kill you." Chen Mo's tone was terrifyingly calm.

Jin Tae-eun was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Interesting, it's been a long time since I met such a courageous opponent."

"Stop talking nonsense and get started." Chen Mo moved his neck.

The onlookers consciously stepped back a distance to give the two people enough space.

Kim Tae-eun assumed a classic Muay Thai stance, his fists clenched and his eyes sharp as an eagle.

Chen Mo stood there casually, looking defenseless.

"Be careful." Jin Tae-in growled and punched Chen Mo in the face.

The punch was accompanied by a whistling sound and was full of power. The onlookers could feel the ferocious momentum.

But Chen Mo just slightly turned sideways and easily avoided the punch.

Kim Tae-eun's punch missed and he immediately followed up with a knee strike.

Chen Mo took a step back and his knee brushed against his clothes.

After two consecutive attacks failed, Jin Tae-eun began to take it seriously. He knew that this ordinary-looking Chinese man in front of him was not simple.

"Interesting." Jin Tae-eun said in a deep voice.

He adjusted his rhythm and stopped attacking blindly. Instead, he began to test Chen Mo's background.

Chen Mo was not in a hurry to attack and let Jin Tae-en move around him.

"Is all you can do is hide?" Jin Tae-eun was a little impatient.

"Hide?" Chen Mo smiled, "I'm just waiting for you to use your full strength."

"Then you get what you wish for." Jin Tae-en shouted loudly and pounced on Chen Mo like a beast.

This attack was more ferocious than before, using both fists and feet, and each blow carried a deadly threat.

But Chen Mo still dodged with ease, and occasionally fought back, but only briefly.

The onlookers were stunned. This was not a fight, it was simply an art performance.

Fang Shuwen's face became more and more ugly. He thought that Jin Tae-en could easily deal with Chen Mo, but he didn't expect that Chen Mo's strength was so strong.

"Jin Tae-eun, what are you doing? Get rid of him quickly!" Fang Shuwen shouted.

Jin Tae-en was also very frustrated. He had tried his best but couldn't touch Chen Mo at all.

"That's enough." Chen Mo suddenly stopped, "The game is over."

Jin Tae-en thought Chen Mo was going to surrender and was about to speak when he suddenly felt dizzy.

The next second, he found himself flying in the air.

"boom!"

Kim Tae-in hit the wall hard, then slid to the ground and couldn't get up again.

The whole process took less than a second, and no one could see clearly how Chen Mo made his move.

There was silence at the scene, and everyone was shocked by this scene.

The Muay Thai champion who claimed to have won all 38 fights was killed in one move?

Chen Mo clapped his hands and walked towards Fang Shuwen.

"Now it is your turn."

Fang Shuwen turned pale with fear and backed away repeatedly: "Mr. Chen...Mr. Chen, we have something to talk about."

"What are you talking about?" Chen Mo pressed on. "Why do you keep causing trouble for me?"

"I...I know I was wrong." Fang Shuwen begged for mercy, "I won't dare to do it again."

"It's too late." Chen Mo stretched out his hand and grabbed Fang Shuwen's neck.

Fang Shuwen felt the threat of death. He had never been so close to death.

"Mr. Chen, please let me go." Fang Shuwen almost cried for mercy.

"Give me a reason not to kill you." Chen Mo's voice was as cold as a knife.

Fang Shuwen racked his brains for an excuse, then suddenly remembered something and said quickly, "I...I can give you money, a lot of money!"

"I'm not short of money." Chen Mo continued to tighten his grip.

"I... I know a lot of business secrets and can help you make money!" Fang Shuwen struggled desperately.

"I'm not interested in making money." Chen Mo's patience was almost running out.

Just then, his phone rang.

"Chen Mo, where are you?" It was Liu Ying's voice. "Grandpa said he wanted to see you. He has something important to tell you."

Chen Mo looked at Fang Shuwen and finally let go of his hand.

"You're lucky today," he said coldly, "but if you give me trouble next time, I'll kill you."

Fang Shuwen nodded quickly as if he had been granted amnesty: "There won't be a next time, absolutely not."

Chen Mo ignored him and turned to leave the factory.

The crowd of onlookers automatically made way for them and no one dared to stop them.

When we returned to the Liu family, Mr. Liu was waiting in the living room.

"Doctor Chen, you're here." The old man stood up to greet him.

"Mr. Liu, what do you want to talk to me about?" Chen Mo asked.

"Well, I heard you went to the herbal medicine market today?"

"Yes, I have bought the necessary herbs." Chen Mo nodded.

"That's good." Old Master Liu said with a smile, "Actually, I have another matter to discuss with you. I'd like you to consider whether you would be willing to stay with our Liu family and be our family doctor."