Wei Zeyu turned his head to look at him, his pupils carrying a hint of chill and mockery, and sneered, "It seems Hall Master Ge has quite an opinion about me, huh? I told you, my father is temporarily not in headquarters, so I am the one leading everything for now!"
"Hmph, with all due respect, young master, you are far inferior to the second young master. Now you want to seize the leader's authority—who will accept you?" The Bearded Man, known for his hot temper, stood up and glared angrily.
There were a total of seven Hall Masters in the Green Dragon Gang. Among them, Liu Miao, Lin Yangbing, and Lin Yanghuo had already died at Lin Mo's hands, leaving only four Hall Masters sitting here. Each was an advanced fighter, arrogant and proud. Without real skills, it was impossible to convince the people.
Wei Rui might break through to the Half-step Martial God at thirty, and could potentially reach the Basic-level Martial God in the future.
Compared to this pleasure-seeking young master, it was like comparing clouds to mud.
Therefore, the Bearded Man was very dissatisfied with Wei Zeyu, and the others were also silent, clearly standing on the same side as the Bearded Man but just hadn't said it outright.
"Hehe, do you really take me for a waste? My father has always favored the second child the most since childhood, letting him stand out. Who knew he would be so unlucky as to end up dead!" Wei Zeyu said, picked up his wine glass, drank it in one gulp, a gleam of cold light flashed in his eyes.
Wei Zeyu raised his head and, surprisingly, a stream of black True Qi transformed into a Claw of Dragon as if it were made of solid matter, abruptly gripping Hall Master Ge's neck and forcefully lifting him up, his feet leaving the ground.
The other Hall Masters were slightly taken aback, then showed expressions of horror.
"Now, do you think I have the strength to lead you? I have always been biding my time over the years, waiting for this moment," Wei Zeyu said, with a gentle wave of his hand, the Bearded Man flew backwards and crashed to the ground seven or eight meters away.
Wei Zeyu's talents and strength were even stronger than Wei Rui's!
The shock had not yet faded from the eyes of these Hall Masters as they knelt down on one knee and said in unison,
"We are willing to serve the young master, the young master is civil and martial, and will unify the Green Dragon."
"Hehe, but no matter what, Wei Rui is my brother. Lin Mo dared to kill him, hitting the face of our Green Dragon Gang. This time I must kill him to justify my succession to the Gang Leader's position, no one in the Green Dragon Gang should object then," Wei Zeyu said softly, his voice cold as ice.
Another day.
Lin Mo was walking alone on a national highway, with vehicles passing by like flowing water.
"What bad luck," a faint female voice reached Lin Mo's ears.
A fire-red Ferrari was parked by the road, and a woman dressed in a short white down jacket and slim black leather pants stood at the side of the road, the black leather pants accentuating her long, straight, and slender legs, very eye-catching.
Beside the woman stood two men wearing army-green coats and woolen hats.
"Beauty, we rob money not beauty, just hand over the cash and we'll let you go," one of the men said with a smile.
"Do you know who I am? You dare to rob me?" The woman clenched her white fists, her pretty face turning slightly red with anger.
"I don't care who you are. If you don't give us the money, do you believe I can stab you with a knife and pull it out bloody?" another man shook the small knife in his hand, the cold light flickering.
Lin Mo only gave them a glance, knowing it was a robbery, but there was still no expression on his face. There were too many things in this world that he couldn't manage even if he wanted to.
However, as Lin Mo passed by them, it gave the robbers a scare, and one of them glared at Lin Mo, "Kid, this has nothing to do with you. Pretend you didn't see anything and beat it."
That statement might have been okay if left unsaid, but as soon as the words left the robber's mouth, Lin Mo suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at him.
What cold eyes those were when the two robbers saw Lin Mo's eyes, they froze for a moment, feeling a chill run from their tailbones to the tops of their skulls.
"Handsome, save me," the woman implored in a hushed voice, looking at Lin Mo.
"Shut up, you wench. Believe it or not, I'll kill you," the knife-wielding robber had hardly finished speaking when he was sent flying backward, crashing into the road's guardrail and curling up like a shrimp in pain.
The other robber looked at Lin Mo and clenched his fists as if to rush him, but Lin Mo lifted his leg and kicked him away, too, without using even one-thousandth of his strength on these ordinary men.
The two robbers collided and knocked each other out cold.
The woman patted her chest, relieved, and expressed her gratitude, "Handsome, thank you."
"Are you also headed to Yingchuan? How about I give you a ride?" she asked upon noticing Lin Mo's indifferent expression, slightly surprised.
She had lots of confidence in her looks. Men would drool over her and hover around her, yet all she saw in Lin Mo's eyes was indifference. He seemed to have little interest in her.
"Mm," Lin Mo nodded. He was bored anyway, and once he reached Yingchuan, he needed to do some investigating. It would be even better if he knew someone there.
Sitting in the Ferrari, the woman hit the gas, and the car shot forward like an arrow.
The woman introduced herself. Her family name was Zhang, and her first name was Yuxuan. She was from a city higher up than Yingchuan. She didn't talk much else, but judging from her clothes and car, she seemed to be the daughter of a wealthy family.
"By the way, what brings you to Yingchuan?" Zhang Yuxuan asked, curiously glancing at Lin Mo.
"Just wandering around," Lin Mo replied with closed eyes, nonchalantly.
Zhang Yuxuan seemed to have an epiphany and laughed, "I get it. You must have run away from home, right? You young kids are at that rebellious age. Did you have an argument with your parents?"
She had seen Lin Mo dressed lightly, walking alone on the road, and naturally assumed he was a youth who had run away from home after a family dispute.
"It's dangerous to run out like this, but you seemed pretty good at fighting just now. Are you a martial artist?" Zhang Yuxuan continued to inquire.
Seeing that Lin Mo didn't respond, Zhang Yuxuan pouted and stopped bothering him.
An hour later, they finally entered Yingchuan. The modest little city was stirred by the appearance of a Ferrari, immediately drawing many curious looks.
"Right, where exactly do you want to go?" Zhang Yuxuan asked, looking at Lin Mo, "I'm going to find my uncle."
At that moment, Lin Mo, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, his demeanor calm: "Quite a few people have shown up."
It turned out that as soon as they reached the Yingchuan border, Lin Mo had activated his Divine Sense. Such a small third-level city had attracted so many martial arts masters, magic users, and superpower users.
Could they all be here for the Flood Dragon?
"No need, I'll just wander around on my own." Having said that, Lin Mo got up and left the car.
"This guy is really strange," Zhang Yuxuan murmured, feeling somewhat speechless. Their meeting was a chance encounter, and she was a heavenly beauty. Why should she be the one to seek out Lin Mo?
(The excitement continues tomorrow. Good night.)