Having dealt with the affairs of the Yang Group, it was nearly 7:30 p.m.
And with an appointment with Mr. Sima set for eight o'clock, there was less than an hour left.
Lin Mo had planned to go there directly when the time came, but now there were bloodstains on his clothes, and he needed to change.
After leaving the Yang Group, Lin Mo scanned the nearby area and found that most of the clothing stores had exorbitant prices—twice as expensive as in Imperial City.
Generally, clothing stores do not deliberately mark their prices this high.
Instead, it's because the cost of living in this city is at this level!
From this perspective, Shanghai's development indeed seemed to surpass that of Imperial City.
This further solidified Lin Mo's determination to ascend to the peak of Shanghai.
Leaving Earth was a matter of time, but not all of his family could depart with him. Thus, he had to consolidate his family's position on Earth, at the very least, to secure an unrivaled dominance within Huaxia!
Entering a men's clothing store named dzx, the sales associate was extremely enthusiastic,
"Sir, what style of clothing would you prefer?"
"Something casual, and with a sunny vibe."
"Yes, sir, please follow me."
Quickly, the sales associate presented a piece of clothing that was not only visually appealing but also trendy and eye-pleasing.
"Sir, this item is a new addition to our store today, designed by the very famous Master An Rui from Italy. Currently, there is only one piece available throughout Huaxia."
The sales associate carefully introduced it, knowing well that this piece was quite pricey, and if she didn't explain clearly, she believed the customer wouldn't purchase it on a whim.
"Swipe my card."
The sales associate paused slightly, not the first time she had encountered such a forthright buyer, but Lin Mo did surprise her, "Okay... Alright, sir, please wait a moment!"
The associate quickly prepared to package the clothing and take it to the counter for payment.
However, at that moment, a wealthy young man dressed in designer brands walked in.
The moment he entered, his eyes fell on the clothing in the hands of the sales associate, and he strode over, demanding almost authoritatively,
"I want that piece of clothing!"
"Sorry, sir, but this gentleman has already purchased it," the sales associate replied with a smile.
Seeing the situation turn sour, the store manager immediately approached the wealthy young man, saying very politely, "Hello, sir, this item now belongs to that gentleman. You can leave your phone number, and if we have it in stock, we'll notify you right away."
But the wealthy young man snorted coldly and said indifferently, "Are you deaf? I said I want that piece of clothing!"
The manager frowned and spoke somewhat sternly, "Sir, if you intend to cause trouble, think it through. Our store has been in Shanghai for eight years."
"Pfft, eight years is nothing! Do you believe that in a single sentence, I could make your store shut down in minutes?"
"Do you know who I am? Ever heard of Sima Yifei?"
Hiss!
Upon hearing this, the faces of the sales staff and the manager drastically changed.
"It's the young master of the Sima Family!"
"We can't afford to offend the Sima Family!"
Seeing the look in their eyes, Sima Yifei's face showed a touch of arrogance, and he sneered, "How about it? Aren't you going to hurry up and give me the clothing?"
"This..." The manager's face was full of embarrassment as he glanced at Lin Mo and then at Sima Yifei.
Lin Mo cast a look at the sales guide and said indifferently, "Go settle the bill for me; this has nothing to do with you."
"Stop right there!"
Sima Yifei barked coldly, staring at Lin Mo, "Kid, did you not hear what I just said?"
"I heard it."
"Since you heard it, why aren't you giving me the clothes voluntarily?"
Lin Mo glanced at him, his gaze somewhat indifferent, and gestured with his hand, "Come here, come over to me."
"Figured it's time to apologize to me?"
Sima Yifei scoffed and strutted over to Lin Mo.
Slap!
However, as soon as he came close to Lin Mo, Lin Mo smacked him across the face.
Taken completely by surprise, Sima Yifei was struck seeing stars, and his face even bore the clear, bloody imprint of five fingers.
"You..." Sima Yifei stared at Lin Mo, completely dumbfounded; this was certainly the first time he had been hit, especially in Shanghai!
The rest of the people were dumbstruck, but Lin Mo simply said indifferently, "Go and pay for the clothes and pack them up!"
"Okay..." The sales guide, utterly subdued by Lin Mo's powerful and indifferent aura, rushed to the counter to process the payment as if compelled by a ghost.
Then, the guide handed over the clothes to Lin Mo with utmost respect, "Sir, your clothes come to a total of 680,000."
Lin Mo nodded, and just as he was about to leave, Sima Yifei's face turned crimson with rage, staring intensely at Lin Mo, "Young man, you're finished!"
Immediately after, Sima Yifei beckoned to the dozen or so police officers passing by outside and yelled, "Come quickly! The young master has been assaulted!"
Hearing this, the dozen police officers outside surged into the store like a tide.
When the officers walked in, Sima Yifei saw a middle-aged man among the crowd and immediately exclaimed with joy, "Li Jun? Perfect timing! Quick, arrest this scoundrel for me!"
Li Jun frowned slightly but waved his hand, and immediately the officers surrounded Lin Mo.
Li Jun walked up to Lin Mo, and as he got close, he felt a sense of familiarity with the face.
He took a closer look, and the next second, an epiphany struck him, and his voice changed as he chuckled sheepishly, "Lin... Mr. Lin, what a coincidence."
"Li Jun, what are you chatting with him for? Slap him to death for me!"
Sima Yifei bellowed from behind.
With so many officers surrounding Lin Mo, Sima Yifei wasn't about to pass up this excellent chance for revenge.
But, to everyone's surprise, Li Jun walked over to Sima Yifei and, under the gaze of all, raised his hand and slapped Sima Yifei squarely across the face.
With a loud smack, the other side of Sima Yifei's face swelled up as well.
Sima Yifei cried out in pain, "F**k, Li Jun, have you lost your mind? How dare you hit me?"
Slap! Without another word, Li Jun delivered another slap to his face.
What was happening? Why was Li Jun hitting Sima Yifei? Everyone present, except for the police officers, was completely bewildered.
"Damn it, you're hitting the wrong person, I told you to hit that guy over there!"
Sima Yifei was furious, even beginning to suspect Li Jun might be on drugs.
However, Li Jun's expression didn't waver as he replied, "Even your family's patriarch gives way to him, so a few slaps from me are already going easy on you, alright?"