Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

”You really dare to court death!” Dan Wen curled his lip, muttering to himself.

Sikong Lianyan’s two long willow leaf eyebrows knit together, her cool gaze fixed on what was slowly becoming identifiable as a figure approaching.

Yet before that figure even took a full step, he was already closing the distance, as if shrinking the ground to mere inches.

”Old Hong, that’s the guy who hurt you, just a little brat, huh.” Kong Er’s gaze burned with intensity as he suddenly strode forward.

The person approaching was Lin Mo.

Sikong Lianyan sized up Lin Mo, finding him even younger than she had expected. His fine, flowing black hair fluttered in the wind. Dressed in a hooded casual outfit, he actually looked rather handsome, but he seemed too refined, more like a scholar than a martial artist.

”So you’re the one who hurt Old Hong, Lin Mo?” Kong Er came to a halt, his eyes filled with a cold extinguishing light staring at Lin Mo. Kong Er, over one meter eighty in height with a burly physique and a round barrel of a waist, looked like a polar bear. Lin Mo, in contrast, was properly built but much more delicate in appearance. Standing together, they provided a stark contrast—it seemed as if Kong Er could swat the delicate-looking youth in front of him out of sight with just a slap.

”I’ve said it before, no one from Hongmen is to set foot in Tengchong, did my words not matter?”

Lin Mo frowned, looking at Kong Er as he spoke.

”Ha ha, you really think you’re someone, daring to mess with Hongmen. Looks like you’re just tired of living.”

Kong Er squeezed his fist, which crackled loudly, his eyes, now squinting, shooting sharp rays of light.

”Bang!”

His punch shot out, its speed ripping through the air with a booming sound.

But in the next moment, Kong Er’s eyes widened, disbelief painted across his face.

His punch stopped short right in front of Lin Mo, unable to progress even an inch.

From an outsider’s perspective, Kong Er’s punch seemed to have struck an invisible wall.

”Gang Qi Protective Shield?” Kong Er’s mouth hung open.

”Get lost.”

Lin Mo spoke indifferently.

His body shook with True Qi, and Kong Er was suddenly sent flying backward, his feet carving two deep ravines into the ground.

”She does have some skill, daring to challenge our Hongmen,” Sikong Lianyan muttered, biting her thin lips.

Right then, Mr. Hong and the other three also stepped forward, joining Kong Er and gazing at Lin Mo with solemn eyes.

”Lin Mo, you are indeed formidable, but the five of us together, even a master of the Emperor Realm would have to weigh their chances. You’ve insulted Hongmen, and today you must die!” Mr. Hong stared at Lin Mo, shouting furiously.

”I’ve already warned you not to set foot in Tengchong. It seems you didn’t take my words to heart.” Lin Mo glanced at everyone, shaking his head in contemptuous dismissal.

”Who do you think you are? When Hongmen does something, do you think we need your approval?” Kong Er clenched his fists. He hadn’t used his full strength just before and had been a bit careless to suffer a loss.

Hearing Lin Mo’s arrogant tone, his expression grew even more fierce.

Lin Mo suddenly threw a punch, a golden radiance blooming on his fist, sending a gold Punch Mark about three zhang long streaking across like a meteor.

The five men’s faces changed instantaneously.

The power contained within the golden Punch Mark was suffocatingly strong.

Mr. Hong and Kong Er instantly opened their True Yuan wide, forming True Qi Protective Shields to block the Punch Mark.

A wild wind whipped up, and the heavens and earth changed color abruptly.

In the courtyard, ordinary people’s eyes widened, their expressions stupefied. Was this still human strength?

The green turf was torn open creating a deep trench, and the five men were sent tumbling through the air.

Besides Mr. Hong and Kong Er, the other three were flung a dozen meters away, spitting blood, their Five Internal Organs shattered.

In just one punch, the Five Tigers were reduced to just two.

Kong Er and Mr. Hong felt a chill on their scalps, only now realizing that back at the Gambling Stone site, Lin Mo had not used his full strength.

On Sikong Lianyan’s beautiful face, her expression was frozen, her clear eyes bulging in disbelief.

This was Lin Mo’s strength?

Sikong Lianyan’s clear eyes widened in shock, her body stiff as if someone had cast an immobilization spell, rooting her to the spot.

”Brother Two, let’s go all out.” Mr. Hong wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, glanced at Kong Er, and with a surge of True Yuan, his bulging veins relaxed, each patch of muscle solidifying as if made of steel.

Kong Er nodded, gritting his teeth, and similarly clenched his fists, his muscles joining together, resembling the Iron Man from foreign lands.

With a stomp, the two men shot up like arrows from a bow.

But no sooner had they flown up than they were smashed back down, directly forming two deep craters in the ground.

Dust billowed!

In less than three minutes since Lin Mo had appeared, all Five Tigers had perished in battle!

The entire courtyard fell into a silence as cold as ice.

The Liao Family’s members stood with their mouths agape, shocked once again by Lin Mo.

His medical skills were like a descent into the divine, he triumphed in stone gambling, and he was even a Martial Arts deity!

Shan Xiongjie and Dan Wen and the others turned pale.

Only the members of the Bai Family showed a look of joy on their faces; Lin Mo never disappointed anyone.

”Brother Xiao Mo.” Bai Rui threw herself into Lin Mo’s embrace, affectionately rubbing her head against his chest.

”It’s okay now.”

Lin Mo patted her little head, then slowly turned toward Sikong Lianyan. ”What, what do you want to do?”

Sikong Lianyan looked at this ordinary-looking young man, but deep inside she felt entrapped in endless darkness, overcome with a sense of powerlessness.

”What did you just say?”

Lin Mo looked at her indifferently.

”I…” Sikong Lianyan bit her thin lips, fists clenched.

”Weren’t you the one who said you were going to annihilate our Bai Family and cut my face a few times?” Bai Rui hmphed softly, displaying a young girl’s demeanor.

”Are you the young mistress of the Hongmen?” Lin Mo continued to stare at her.

Sikong Lianyan took a deep breath. Lin Mo’s killing of the Five Tigers had indeed stunned her, but she was, after all, the daughter of the Sect Leader of the Hongmen’s Huaxia Branch, and quickly recovered her wits.

”So what if I am? You killed my subordinates, and the people of the Hongmen won’t let you off,” Sikong Lianyan said angrily, glaring at Lin Mo.

”You still don’t seem to understand your situation. You are the fish on the chopping block, and I am the knife. All your subordinates have been killed by me; do you really not believe I would kill you as well?”

Lin Mo’s eyes narrowed slightly, a chill gleaming between his lashes.

”If you kill me, my dad is…”

Sikong Lianyan’s pupils dilated in disbelief.

But as she locked eyes with Lin Mo, she could clearly feel the coldness within his gaze, which swiftly spread throughout her body, sending a chill down her spine.

Sikong Lianyan had been born with a crown on her head, was accustomed to life and death from an early age, but she had never imagined that one day someone would seek her life.

”Do you think I wouldn’t dare to kill you because your father is a big shot in the Hongmen? Don’t talk about just you; even if the entire Hongmen came after me, what would I fear?” Lin Mo said with a cold laugh.

”You dare to kill me, my dad will definitely not let you go, and do you think the Hongmen only has that much strength? With just you, you have no way to resist the Hongmen.”

Sikong Lianyan, finally unable to bear the fear, collapsed limply on a wooden chair, her eyes red and teary.

Bai Rui couldn’t help but laugh out loud. The young mistress of the Hongmen had arrived with a domineering presence, like an underground queen, but now she was scared to the point of tears, which naturally filled Bai Rui with great satisfaction.

”I won’t kill you for the time being, you still have your uses, but from today on, you will be my servant,” Lin Mo suddenly declared.

”Servant?” Sikong Lianyan’s eyes went wide as she stared at Lin Mo.

She, the distinguished young mistress of the Hongmen, was to become Lin Mo’s servant.

After Lin Mo spoke, he formed a spell with his hands and forcefully injected it into Sikong Lianyan’s body.