After Lin Hao declined Li Qingyuan's invitation to dinner at his home, he returned to the villa with Xiao Hei.
Liu Yongchang and Lai Qingsheng also rushed back due to company matters.
Xiao Hei brewed a cup of tea for Lin Hao and himself, then looked at Lin Hao and asked, "Senior Brother, do you want me to pay Zhao Ming's family a visit?"
"No need. If they're smart, they won't bother us again," Lin Hao waved his hand, then looked at Xiao Hei and said, "If they're not smart, then they have no reason to exist."
Xiao Hei nodded, then looked at Lin Hao and said, "Senior Brother, I have a feeling that Zhou Bo won't leave Modu easily. Could he be lying to us?"
Lin Hao lit a cigarette, took a puff, and then calmly looked at Xiao Hei, saying, "Whether he's lying to us or not, it doesn't matter."
"If he takes the Zhou family members and leaves quickly, then the Zhou family's lineage can continue to be passed down."
"If they don't leave, then they're asking for it."
Xiao Hei nodded, then looked at Lin Hao, wanting to ask him why he had suddenly changed so much.
Before, he always felt that Lin Hao was very kind, so kind that he wouldn't even step on an ant.
Now, he was threatening to wipe out entire families at the drop of a hat.
However, when the words reached his lips, Xiao Hei didn't know how to say them.
Lin Hao looked at Xiao Hei and couldn't help but smile, saying, "Are you thinking about how I've suddenly become a different person?"
Xiao Hei nodded, then looked at Lin Hao in confusion and said, "Yes, Senior Brother, how did you suddenly..."
"The kind are bullied, the good are ridden," Lin Hao smiled at Xiao Hei, then said, "As a person, you can't be solely kind."
Lin Hao looked out the window while smoking.
His purpose for acting this way was very simple.
It was to firmly establish his foothold in Modu.
Lin Hao knew that if he wanted to achieve something in Modu, he would inevitably encroach upon the interests of various families and forces in Modu.
Rather than constantly being troubled by others later on,
It was better to make an example of the Zhou family now, to warn the families and forces in Modu not to provoke him.
Otherwise, the Zhou family would be their fate.
...
In a European-style villa in Modu.
Zhao Kehu, the head of the Zhao family, looked at his son Zhao Ming, who was carried back by Feng Jinlong, with a face full of rage.
Beneath the rage was endless grief.
Feng Jinlong had already embellished the entire story and told it to Zhao Kehu.
As for Zhao Ming, he was already dead.
Zhao Kehu looked at his son Zhao Ming, whose eyes were tightly closed, and his hands trembled as he lit a cigarette, closing his eyes and taking a deep drag.
Then, he beckoned to the butler, Uncle Qin, beside him, suppressed his anger, and slowly said, "Uncle Qin, make arrangements. I want to chop that dog Lin Hao into meat paste!"
Feng Jinlong heard Zhao Kehu's words and felt a slight sense of relief.
He had truly feared that Zhao Kehu, being extremely cautious, would not avenge his son Zhao Ming.
If that were the case, he would have no hope of revenge.
However, he still had to remind Zhao Kehu, as Lin Hao and that dark-skinned fellow were not to be trifled with.
What if Zhao Kehu failed? Then he would likely lose his last chance for revenge.
Thinking of these things, Feng Jinlong looked at Zhao Kehu and said, "Big Brother, that dark-skinned fellow in front of Lin Hao has considerable combat power, and Lin Hao himself is not weak."
"Shouldn't we prepare properly first?"
"Prepare?" Zhao Kehu exhaled a deep plume of smoke, then looked at Feng Jinlong and said, "Are two hundred swordsmen enough?"
"Two hundred swordsmen?" Feng Jinlong was startled.
These two hundred swordsmen might truly give Lin Hao and the other a tough fight.
Feng Jinlong hadn't expected that Zhao Kehu, who had already been whitewashing his image, would directly deploy two hundred swordsmen for his son.
If this were the case, even if they achieved revenge, the entire Zhao family would likely suffer a severe blow.
If nothing else, the pressure from the police alone would be difficult for them to withstand.
After all, it was a peaceful era now, not the Modu of the 1920s and 1930s.
Back then, Modu was known as Shanghai Bund.
Back then, all sorts of influential figures emerged in Modu, and it was the most chaotic time in the entire city.
And the current Modu would absolutely not allow such great chaos to occur.
Therefore, Zhao Kehu's deployment of swordsmen was undoubtedly putting his neck on the chopping block to fight Lin Hao to the death.
However, Zhao Kehu could no longer care about that.
Zhao Ming was his only son.
Now that his only son had been killed by Lin Hao, he would be a disgrace to his father if he didn't chop Lin Hao into meat paste.
From then on, whenever anyone in Modu's underground forces mentioned his moniker, Modu Tiger, it would only be met with sneers and disdain!
Therefore, even if it meant sacrificing the entire Zhao family, he would still chop Lin Hao into meat paste!
However, as Zhao Kehu was thinking about these things, Feng Jinlong, standing beside him, looked at Zhao Kehu and cautiously said, "Big Brother, although two hundred swordsmen are many, but... but I still think it's not quite enough."
"Not enough?"
"Then five hundred!"
Zhao Kehu slammed his palm onto the coffee table and said through gritted teeth!
Feng Jinlong breathed a sigh of relief and nodded with satisfaction.
He wasn't trying to trick Zhao Kehu; he genuinely felt that two hundred men might not be a match for Lin Hao and that dark-skinned fellow.
After all, that dark-skinned fellow had reached Great Accomplishment in Inner Strength.
While two hundred swordsmen would certainly give them trouble, what if they managed to escape?
One had to know that when dealing with someone who had reached Great Accomplishment in Inner Strength, one either struck a fatal blow and put the opponent to death,
Or one should not provoke such a person.
Otherwise, once you were targeted by a martial artist who had reached Great Accomplishment in Inner Strength, you wouldn't even know how you died.
After all, Great Accomplishment in Inner Strength was already considered a master among masters in the martial arts world.
Besides those who had reached Perfection in Inner Strength, who were invincible below the Grandmaster level, who else could be an opponent to someone who had reached Great Accomplishment in Inner Strength?
Therefore, to be safe, Feng Jinlong still felt that the more people, the better.
"Jinlong, thank you for your trouble this time. I've implicated you and caused you to be seriously injured by that dog Lin Hao," Zhao Kehu extinguished his cigarette butt, calmed his anger, and looked at Feng Jinlong.
"No... it's nothing. These are minor injuries. I'll be fine after a few months of rest," Feng Jinlong waved his hands nervously, feeling a little guilty.
"Mm, then you should go rest. I want to spend some time with Ah Ming."
Zhao Kehu waved his hand, then squatted down beside Zhao Ming's corpse.
...
Time passed quickly.
The next morning.
As soon as Lin Hao finished his closed-door cultivation, his phone rang.
It was Liu Yongchang calling. The moment Lin Hao answered, his brow furrowed.
Liu Yongchang said that Zhou Renjie's father, the head of the Zhou family, Zhou Bo, was dead!
Lin Hao hung up the phone, a sense of confusion filling his mind.
He hadn't made a move against Zhou Bo yesterday. How could Zhou Bo suddenly die when he was fine?