Tycoon War God

The owner of the Xin Yuan Club was Fang Yonglong, a cousin of Steward Fang, who held considerable sway in River City.

Thus, Lin Mu’s remark had directly offended the entire Xin Yuan Club.

”What arrogance!”

The patrolling security guard scoffed and spoke into his walkie-talkie.

”Boys, we’ve got a troublemaker. Grab your weapons!”

Instantly, a cacophony of curses erupted from the device, and the atmosphere in the parking lot grew heavy.

”Elder Brother Mu, we...”

Liu Zijian was visibly nervous. He’d lived an honest life for many years, never getting involved in this sort of trouble, so his fear was understandable.

Lin Mu patted his shoulder. ”Got a smoke? Give me one.”

”Huh?” Liu Zijian was taken aback. ”Elder Brother Mu, you don’t smoke either.”

But Liu Zijian still took out his pack, handed a cigarette to Lin Mu, and lit it for him.

Lin Mu took a deep drag and exhaled a perfect smoke ring. ”Four minutes left,” he said.

”COUGH, COUGH!”

Liu Zijian, who was in the middle of a puff, choked on his cigarette.

”Elder Brother Mu, you can’t be serious?” Liu Zijian stared at Lin Mu in shock, his heart pounding with apprehension.

Lin Mu said coolly, ”What? Did you think I came here to play?”

Liu Zijian’s mouth hung open. He was so stunned that the cigarette butt fell onto his chest, unnoticed until the sound of approaching footsteps made him cry out and frantically pat his shirt.

He looked up, his face paling.

Before them stood at least twenty men, each holding steel pipes and rubber clubs, all looking at them with cold sneers.

”Which blind bastard dares to stir up trouble on Second Master Fang’s turf?” a bulky, stout man growled as he slowly approached, slapping a steel pipe against his palm, his face a mask of cruelty.

”Well, well, if it isn’t Liu Zijian, the loser. What, did you come to deliver something to Second Master Fang?”

This was the same man who had gone to the Liu Family’s home and mercilessly beaten Liu Zijian.

Liu Zijian shivered, but a firm hand gripped his shoulder.

”You know him, Zijian?” Lin Mu asked, casually smoking as he observed the brawny man.

In a low voice, Liu Zijian explained, ”Elder Brother Mu, that’s Yang Xiaojin. He’s a notorious thug in River City.”

”Oh,” Lin Mu said, ”I see.”

From the look in Yang Xiaojin’s eyes, he could tell this man had given his brother a hard time. That was all he needed to know.

”Kid, what crew are you with? Don’t you know where you are? Came here looking to die?” Yang Xiaojin regarded Lin Mu with a predatory gaze.

Lin Mu replied calmly, ”You’re asking a lot of questions. Which one should I answer first?”

Shaking his head, Lin Mu flicked his finger, sending the cigarette butt flying.

”Five minutes are up. Time to get to work!”

The glowing tip struck Yang Xiaojin squarely in the face. He screamed, clutching his scalded skin, and pointed at Lin Mu, bellowing, ”Brothers, get him!”

”Yes!”

The other bodyguards and thugs charged as one, rushing toward Lin Mu.

Lin Mu stepped aside, raised his hand, clenched his fist, and punched.

BANG!

A thug clutching his stomach was sent flying backward, landing on the ground and vomiting uncontrollably.

After felling one man, Lin Mu took a half-step back, raised his arm, and drove his elbow backward.

OOF!

Another man cried out, his body doubling over like a cooked shrimp. He tried to retreat, but Lin Mu grabbed him by the collar.

Lin Mu then lifted a foot, bent down, and delivered a knee strike!

”Argh!”

The man’s face twisted in agony.

With a shove, Lin Mu sent him to the ground, where he lay wailing.

Lin Mu’s movements were clean and decisive, with no wasted motion. Every single strike sent another man to the ground, unable to get back up.

He was like a movie protagonist. His skill was extraordinary, the sight of it breathtaking.

Liu Zijian stared at the figure, filled not just with shock, but profound gratitude.

Elder Brother Mu is doing all of this for me.

At this thought, Liu Zijian took a deep breath, his gaze turning resolute. In that moment, he truly understood that Lin Mu considered him his best brother, so asking a brother for help was nothing to be ashamed of.

Yang Xiaojin’s eyes widened as he watched Lin Mu display such overwhelming power, temporarily stunned.

”A bunch of losers! So many of you can’t even take down one guy? What’s the point of keeping you around?” Yang Xiaojin’s expression turned ugly. He cracked his neck and, clutching his steel pipe, suddenly charged.

WHOOSH!

Yang Xiaojin moved with the speed and power of a leopard. He had been at the Xin Yuan Club for many years and had fought in many underground bouts, winning some and losing some. But his strength was undeniable; otherwise, the club’s owner wouldn’t have put him in charge of security.

”Elder Brother Mu, watch out!” Liu Zijian cried out, only to feel his warning was redundant. Just how strong is Elder Brother Mu? He probably doesn’t even know himself.

Lin Mu smiled faintly. Though his back was to Yang Xiaojin, it was as if he had eyes there. Instead of dodging, he took two quick steps backward.

”You’re asking to die!”

Yang Xiaojin’s face twisted into a cruel grin as he swung the steel pipe directly at Lin Mu’s head. Today, I’m going to see if your head is harder than my steel pipe!

BANG!

In the next instant, however, Yang Xiaojin felt the steel pipe stop dead. It wouldn’t drop another inch. Lin Mu had caught it.

Yang Xiaojin had plenty of combat experience. He immediately let go of the pipe, clenched his fists, and swung them furiously at Lin Mu’s head.

Lin Mu, his back still turned, suddenly slammed backward with a sharp, powerful bump.

”Hmph!”

Yang Xiaojin grunted and stumbled back several steps.

”Boss Jin!” A few of his underlings rushed to support him, their faces etched with shock.

Yang Xiaojin was the best fighter among them, but he had been defeated in a single move. This kid is unbelievably strong.

”Again!”

Yang Xiaojin rubbed his chest, his face looking unnatural. Lin Mu’s strike had fractured his sternum, and he was in agonizing pain. Gritting his teeth, he charged at Lin Mu again.

Watching Yang Xiaojin’s thunderous charge, Lin Mu shook his head slightly. As his opponent closed in, he raised the captured steel pipe and brought it crashing down.

Yang Xiaojin scoffed, his expression disdainful. That’s not nearly fast enough!

He tilted his head, intending to dodge the blow.

Then, to his utter shock, the steel pipe was suddenly arcing down right where he was dodging.

THUD!

With no time to react, Yang Xiaojin took the full force of the blow to his head. His eyes rolled back and he collapsed, unconscious and twitching on the ground.

”Boss Jin!”

The others stared at Lin Mu in shock, fear finally creeping onto their faces.

Even Liu Zijian watched with his mouth agape, looking at Lin Mu in disbelief. Elder Brother Mu is incredible!

”Anyone else want a try?” Lin Mu asked, his gaze sweeping over the remaining thugs. ”But this time, I can’t guarantee I’ll hold back.”

No one dared to move. No one dared to speak.