Tycoon War God

A voice suddenly cut through the tension, and everyone hurriedly turned to look. A slender young man with his hands in his pockets was walking slowly toward them. He was handsome, with sharp, distinct features that bore an air of extreme indifference. It seemed as though nothing in the world existed in his eyes, yet at the same time, he appeared capable of taking in the essence of everything with a single glance. One look at him was all it took to leave a lasting impression.

”Director Lin!”

Everyone from Boheng Pharma cried out in unison. Tears of relief streamed down Ren Xiaofei’s face. She rushed forward, her face a mixture of anger and elation. ”Director Lin, they…”

”I know.” Lin Mu nodded faintly, then walked directly toward Su Ke’er.

Su Ke’er was supporting Liu Zijian, her expression a mix of surprise and guilt as she looked at Lin Mu. ”President Lin, I…” She tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out, and her eyes reddened with unshed tears.

”Leave the rest to me.” Lin Mu patted Su Ke’er’s head with a faint smile.

This intimate gesture stunned Su Ke’er and caused the expressions of everyone present to shift.

Could it be… there’s something between Director Lin and President Su?

As their gazes darted between the two, some of them began to understand. The faces of others, however, turned incredibly grim. Fang Ming was one of them.

”Kid, so you’re this ’Director Lin’?” Fang Ming looked Lin Mu up and down, concluding that apart from being better-looking than him, there was nothing special about the man. The trace of surprise on his face quickly morphed into thick disdain.

Lin Mu, however, acted as if he hadn’t heard a word, ignoring him completely. His attention was on Liu Zijian, who was cradled in Su Ke’er’s arms. Liu Zijian’s face was swollen beyond recognition, a truly pitiful sight. Most critically, his breathing was growing faint.

As if sensing Lin Mu’s arrival, Liu Zijian struggled to open his eyes, but they were so swollen he could only manage a tiny slit. ”Elder… Brother Mu?”

Lin Mu gently patted Liu Zijian’s shoulder. ”Don’t talk. Just rest.”

Hearing the familiar voice, a happy smile spread across Liu Zijian’s face. If he weren’t physically unable to stand, he would have pointed a finger right at Su Ming and the others and roared, ”This is Director Lin, my brother!”

Seeing his brother’s wretched state, a chill flashed in Lin Mu’s eyes. He took a deep breath, placed his hand on Liu Zijian’s wrist, and slowly closed his eyes.

While everyone watched in confusion, they felt a strangely refreshing aura emanate from Lin Mu. In the blink of an eye, something astonishing occurred before them. The swelling and bruising on Liu Zijian’s face began to disappear at a rate visible to the naked eye, and his breathing gradually steadied. Finally, Liu Zijian’s eyes flew open, and he coughed up a mouthful of dark, clotted blood.

After expelling the stagnant blood, Liu Zijian looked immensely relieved. Apart from his disheveled appearance, he seemed completely unharmed.

This scene left everyone utterly stunned.

What just happened? Director Lin gave him a pat and held his wrist, and Liu Zijian is fine? Even a Divine Doctor couldn’t do that, could they?

Lin Mu had directly channeled his Spiritual Energy to heal Liu Zijian’s injuries. Now that his friend was safe, it was time to start cleaning house.

”Elder Brother Mu!” Liu Zijian was visibly excited to see Lin Mu again.

”Don’t talk for now. Get some more rest.” Lin Mu offered a faint smile before turning to face Fang Ming, his expression now completely devoid of emotion. ”You’re the one who hit him?”

Fang Ming was already seething from being ignored and was itching to beat Lin Mu down. Hearing the question, he sneered, ”That’s right, I did it.” He slowly pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and blew a puff of smoke in Lin Mu’s face. ”So what? What can you possibly do to me?”

Seeing Fang Ming’s blatant arrogance, the employees of Boheng Pharma clenched their fists in fury. This was going too far!

In contrast, the men Fang Ming had brought with him let out a series of jeering laughs. So, the great Director Lin of Boheng is just a paper tiger after all. The disdain on Fang Ming’s face deepened.

”Which hand did you use?” Lin Mu asked, his voice calm and unmoved by their reactions as he stared intently at Fang Ming.

Fang Ming had expected Lin Mu to back down or say something else entirely. He was caught off guard by the question and infuriated by the annoying, cold gaze fixed on him.

”I used my left hand,” Fang Ming snarled, jabbing a finger toward Lin Mu’s nose. ”What are you gonna do about it, Lin? You think you can eat me alive? Let me tell you, I’m…”

Before he could finish, a piercing agony shot through his left arm. Fang Ming let out a horrifying shriek, the pain so intense it almost made him pass out.

In the next instant, a bloody, severed hand thudded to the floor. The room plunged into a deathly silence. Everyone stared, their eyes wide with shock and terror, at the stump of Fang Ming’s shoulder, from which blood was gushing relentlessly. Even the formidable man who had been standing guard was frozen in fear.

What did we just see?

Fang Ming’s arm had been torn clean off at the shoulder, yet no one had even seen Lin Mu move. It was brutal. It was savage.

Looking down at the miserable, wailing figure of Fang Ming clutching his wound, Lin Mu suddenly grinned. ”Of course, there’s not much I can do. Except cripple you.”

The words were spoken so simply, yet they sent a chill down the spine of everyone who heard them.

”Ahhh!” Fang Ming writhed on the ground, his face twisted in a mask of pure agony. ”You bastard! You dare cut off my arm?! I’ll kill you! I swear I’ll kill you! Your family, your friends, your loved ones—they’re all going to die! The Fang Family will make you wish for death but find no release! I guarantee it!”

Lin Mu remained unmoved by the venomous threats, looking down on Fang Ming from above. ”You think this is over?” He slowly shook his head. ”If I recall correctly, you said something about trampling me under your foot?”

CRACK!

He lifted his foot and brought it down hard on Fang Ming’s knee.

Fang Ming let out an animalistic howl, his eyes bulging from the blinding pain. Lin Mu had shattered his kneecap with a single stomp. He instantly fainted, only to be kicked awake by Lin Mu a second later, the agony washing over him anew.

”Is this how you were planning to trample me?” Lin Mu’s voice was utterly devoid of emotion, as cold and sharp as ice.

Witnessing the scene, everyone felt their scalps tingle and their hearts pound in their chests. No one dared to even breathe too loudly.

”I’ll kill you… I’ll kill you with my own hands,” Fang Ming sobbed, tears of pain streaming down his face. ”My older sister… she’ll never let you get away with this…”

”Good. I’ll be waiting,” Lin Mu replied with a detached nod. His gaze then swept over the men Fang Ming had brought. At his glance, they all instinctively took a step back. In their eyes, Lin Mu was more terrifying than any monster.

Lin Mu spoke again, his tone flat. ”Take him and get out. While you’re at it, deliver a message to the Wanta Group and the Song Family for me. Tell them his father and older sister are to come here by this time tomorrow to kowtow and apologize.

”Otherwise, I’ll pay them a personal visit.”