Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

”This order came from above, and planning Chinatown benefits everyone,” Long Hao said slowly. ”If you forcibly obstruct it, aren’t you afraid of offending the police department?”

As he spoke, Long Jianfeng, Jiang Wei, Nie Ping, and others looked straight at Lin Mo.

Long Hao also straightened up slightly, backed by the government of Han Country.

No matter how strong Lin Mo was, how cruel his methods, fighting hooligans and thugs, if he offended the government of Han Country, he was clearly opposing it. How could a single person, no matter how powerful, not fear the police, not fear the military?

With this thought, Long Hao’s fear slightly dissipated from his face, replaced instead by a trace of pride.

Even Long Jianfeng, Jiang Wei, and Nie Ping appeared more composed, eager to see how Lin Mo would handle the situation. This wasn’t just some underground force coming in; Zhang Zhunji represented an order from the higher-ups.

Huang Haoran and Liu Yanlan, the husband and wife, also showed a bitter expression. Liu Yanlan knew Lin Mo’s capabilities and tactics, but as Long Hao said, Zhang Zhunji represented Han Country’s government. Publicly opposing the government, the military wouldn’t be advantageous in any way.

Thinking this, the couple sighed together. Huang Haoran tightly grasped his wife’s hand. They couldn’t involve Lin Mo in their issue and put him in a perilous situation.

Liu Jing lowered her head and sighed. About a month ago, Lin Mo came to find her at school, accompanying her to Jiang Wei’s birthday party, which coincidentally got disrupted by those people. Lin Mo had stepped forward, looking like a hero to her.

Even over this month, whether studying or helping at home in the restaurant, she would sometimes be distracted, her mind occasionally flashing with a resolute and handsome young man.

Although Lin Mo wasn’t afraid of the underground forces of Han Country, openly opposing the upper echelons brought no benefits.

”Brother Xiao Mo, let it go,” whispered Liu Jing, unable to restrain lifting her head with her innocent eyes clouded with a hint of mist.

Lin Mo seemed not to hear her. He turned his head and stared at Long Hao, his gaze chilling,

”I don’t want to have to repeat myself.”

Seeing the chill in Lin Mo’s eyes, Long Hao involuntarily stepped back, his pupils dilating, feeling a breath of death. He clearly sensed if he spoke more nonsense, Lin Mo would actually kill him.

”Damn it, who do you think you are, daring to obstruct our plans?” Zhang Zhunji finally burst out, frowning as he cursed.

”Scram.” Lin Mo spat out the word and immediately summoned a Wind Blade, severing Zhang Zhunji’s hand precisely. Due to the speed, Zhang Zhunji didn’t feel pain initially; a second later, he suddenly howled, clutching his wrist, his face instantly as white as paper.

”Brother Ji...”

Long Hao, Long Jianfeng, and the others’ faces turned pale.

Those who followed Zhang Zhunji hurried to support him.

”Do you want to die? Brother Ji is equivalent to a national official here; by chopping off his hand, do you realize what you’ve triggered?” Long Jianfeng’s voice was fierce as he glared at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo glanced at him, and Long Jianfeng suddenly shuddered. He swiftly realized that this man before him was someone who didn’t blink at the concept of killing, having even dared to slay the leader of Bloodthirsty Society. Zhang Zhunji’s status meant little in comparison; after all, Long Jianfeng was just an ordinary university student, merely a rich second generation. How could he dare to question Lin Mo?

Huang Haoran and Liu Yanlan’s faces showed shock; Lin Mo dared to harm even Zhang Zhunji. Wasn’t this openly opposing Han Country?

Liu Jing clasped her hands tightly, her palms already covered in sweat from nervousness.

Only Yingzi and Xiao Zhu remained calm from start to end; Lin Mo had even killed Liu Zhengming, what was such a minor character in comparison?

”Liu Jing, your family has caused a great disaster,” said Nie Ping, her face pale, looking at Liu Jing.

Jiang Wei shook her head, her eyes filled with pity as she looked at Liu Jing. In this modern society, even though strange people exist, an individual’s strength, however strong, wouldn’t dare directly clash with a country.

Zhang Zhunji, after all, held no ordinary identity.

”I just knew it; someone with that kind of character would sooner or later cause huge trouble,” Jiang Wei thought to herself.

But just then, the sound of cars came from outside the restaurant on the street. Several Toyota sedans stopped at the entrance soon after. The Toyotas weren’t eye-catching, the key was that none of them had license plates, and all were models not sold in regular markets.

Even more shocking, hundreds of police officers appeared almost blocking the entire street.

Long Hao, Long Jianfeng, Jiang Wei, Nie Ping, and others were momentarily stunned. ”They came so quickly?” Liu Yanlan’s heart tightened.

This conflict with Zhang Zhunji had just occurred, and the police department had already deployed.

Liu Yanlan, gripping her husband Huang Haoran’s arm, bit her lower lip hard, just ordinary people incapable of managing such sudden events.

But Long Hao, as the president of Chinatown Chamber of Commerce, knew far more broadly. These cars were bulletproof automobiles customized for Han Country’s high-ranking officials, even resistant to bombs.

The magnitude of the entourage suggested that those able to ride in such vehicles were definitely members of Han Country’s upper echelons.

Several men in suits emerged from the car, each looking ordinary, yet they radiated an aura only those accustomed to power could possess.

The man leading the group appeared to be around sixty years old, his hair graying but meticulously groomed, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses rested on his nose, his demeanor exuding depth and solidity as he strode forward.

Long Hao and the palm-severed Zhang Zhunji, upon seeing the newcomer, lost color in their faces.

Even ordinary citizens and Liu Yanlan found the elderly man somewhat familiar, as if they had often seen him on television.

”Jin Dongwan!” Zhang Zhunji, clutching his wrist, showed a shocked expression and respectfully bowed as he spoke.

Long Jianfeng, Nie Ping, and Jiang Wei also suddenly recognized the man, he was the third-ranked individual within the upper echelons of Han Country, a true Big Shot.

Jin Dongwan glanced at Zhang Zhunji’s severed palm, his eyelid twitching slightly.

Long Jianfeng and others were incredibly shocked; this was a real Big Shot, ranking just below the top, why would he personally come for such a trivial matter in Chinatown? It seemed impossible.

Just when Liu Yanlan and her family were also shocked, this group of people slowly made their way in front of Lin Mo under the astonished stares of the crowd.

Lin Mo appeared indifferent, simply watching the old man before him.

Jin Dongwan slightly bowed, his attitude respectful, ”Mr. Lin, can we put an end to this matter now?”

Lin Mo’s lips curled into a cold smirk, realizing that the President of Han Country had personally sent someone to reconcile with him indicated that Han Country was now afraid.

”As long as you don’t come looking for me, I naturally won’t come looking for you,” Lin Mo stated indifferently.

Jin Dongwan and his entourage felt relieved upon hearing Lin Mo’s response, knowing that if Lin Mo really caused trouble, it would be their biggest headache.

After the conversation, Jin Dongwan led his people away, pausing briefly at the entrance of the restaurant, his gaze sweeping over Zhang Zhunji, ”Handle the situation here well, make sure not to offend Mr. Lin.”

After that, the group returned to the car and left.

Still unable to come to terms with what had happened, Zhang Zhunji, Long Hao, Long Jianfeng, Jiang Wei, and Nie Ping were left in disbelief.

Liu Yanlan and her family stood in a daze.

The Big Shot of Han Country had just shown immense respect and seemingly fear towards Lin Mo.

Clenching his teeth through the pain of his broken arm, Zhang Zhunji incredulously watched Lin Mo, suddenly thinking of terrifying possibilities.

Zhang Zhunji, unable to access high-level secrets but occasionally hearing things from his teacher, recently learned of a Huaxia Martial Artist causing major headaches for the upper echelons of Han Country.

Could it be that this young man from Huaxia is that person!

Long Hao and Long Jianfeng found it hard to believe; in just a month, Lin Mo had earned the credentials to speak to Jin Dongwan, and it seemed the latter was actually fearful of him. Had the world gone mad?

Long Jianfeng’s eyes were lifeless, his clenched fists slowly relaxed beside his extinguishing inner fury, pondering his misconception. He had thought Lin Mo was merely skilled in Martial Arts—a trait trivial in modern society governed by law and social norms.

Moreover, being about the same age as Lin Mo and seeing Lin Mo’s proud demeanor had sparked a competitive spirit within him, thinking he could suppress Lin Mo with the support of Han Country’s elite.

But now, it seemed he was gravely mistaken.

He and Lin Mo were not on the same level at all. If even Jin Dongwan respected him so greatly, what was he in comparison? Almost more insignificant than dust.

He had previously scorned Lin Mo, and Lin Mo had not retaliated, indicating he didn’t even qualify to provoke a response from Lin Mo.

Lin Mo left, likely never to return to the restaurant. With Jin Dongwan coming personally to seek peace, Liu Yanlan’s family would face no trouble in Han Country with his deterrence.

”He’s gone?” Liu Jing stood at the door, blankly watching the direction Lin Mo and Yingzi had left.

Liu Yanlan lowered her head, her eyes on her daughter as she sighed softly, knowing full well the mind of her teenage daughter. Unfortunately, Lin Mo’s world was far too removed from theirs.

Meanwhile, the news of Lin Mo sweeping over the Martial Arts World of Han Country, slaying the Sword Saint, and forcing high-ranking officials to bow, had reached home.

The Huaxia Martial Arts World was in uproar, one man against a nation.

The name Lin Tanyu was known to all!

After settling all affairs, Lin Mo’s past month in Han Country had been immensely fruitful, most notably the advancement of the Xuanyuan Sword, a monumental boon for him.

Back in Huaxia, stepping out of the airport, Lin Mo took a deep breath, a sun-like smile gradually spreading across his somewhat delicate face, ”It’s good to be back in one’s own country.”

(7th update, more excitement to continue tomorrow. Then, if you feel the plot is similar to another book, you can choose not to read or skip it. I have written over 1,500 characters in novels, so much that I forgot how many exactly. Some you might have seen on other sites, those are just my old books or others. Recently checked my input statistics, nearly reaching 1.7 million characters—meaning I have written at least six novels of over three million characters each. Thinking about it, I admire my own endurance.)