The middle-aged man's face sank, "What arrogance! You dare to interfere in our Zhang family's affairs. I think you're tired of living!"
A young man slowly walked in from the doorway.
The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed as he sized the other up.
However, seeing no one else behind the youth, he couldn't help but laugh disdainfully.
But upon seeing the young man's face clearly, Fang Fang froze on the spot.
Because the young man who appeared in her home was none other than Chen Mo!
"Heh, kid, I'll give you a chance. Get out of here immediately, and I'll let you off. Otherwise, don't blame me for smashing your mouth!"
Hearing the middle-aged man's threat, Chen Mo took a few steps forward, reaching the man.
"You want to smash my mouth?" Chen Mo asked.
"That's right." The middle-aged man looked at Chen Mo contemptuously, not taking him seriously at all.
"Slap!"
Suddenly, Chen Mo raised his hand and slapped the middle-aged man across the face.
This slap carried Chen Mo's anger, and he held nothing back.
"Ouch!"
With a howl, the middle-aged man was sent flying.
He knocked over two bodyguards before finally stopping.
The middle-aged man was stunned, his vision blurred, and stars danced before his eyes.
"Fourth Master!"
Seeing this, several bodyguards rushed to help the middle-aged man up.
But when they saw the middle-aged man's face, everyone was horrified.
Because half of the middle-aged man's face had caved in. It was clear that his facial bones had been broken by that single slap!
"My, my face, my face!" The middle-aged man felt half his face go numb.
It was better not to touch it, but when the middle-aged man felt half his face sunken, he panicked, his eyes filled with terror.
"You brat, you, you dare to hit me! Go, go and cripple him!"
Hearing the middle-aged man's angry roar.
The dozen or so bodyguards in the farmhouse charged towards Chen Mo.
"Be careful!"
Seeing this, Fang Fang couldn't help but exclaim.
Fang Shiliang snapped out of his shock and pointed in Chen Mo's direction, "Little sister, do you know this young man?"
When Fang Fang heard the question, her eyes became complicated.
However, at this moment, Fang Shiliang didn't have the time to probe further. Seeing that his sister wasn't speaking, he didn't ask again.
He picked up a hoe from the wall and swung it towards a bodyguard's head.
He knew he wouldn't survive now, so he decided to fight his way out, allowing his sister to take their parents and escape first.
However, Fang Shiliang wasn't good at fighting, and his movements were too large, instantly attracting the bodyguard's attention.
The bodyguard delivered a横踹 (héng chuài - side kick) directly to Fang Shiliang's chest.
"Ah!"
Fang Shiliang cried out in pain.
He fell to the ground.
As the bodyguard prepared to turn and deal with Chen Mo.
He stopped after taking just one step, his face filled with disbelief.
Because all the bodyguards who had charged at Chen Mo were now lying in disarray! Moaning on the ground, clearly seriously injured.
Chen Mo slowly walked up to the bodyguard.
He raised his leg and kicked the man in the abdomen.
"Ouch!"
The bodyguard was sent flying as if hit by a car, crashing hard into the wall behind him. Years of accumulated dust rained down from the eaves.
"You said earlier, you wanted to cripple me?" Chen Mo's gaze fell back on the middle-aged man.
At this moment, the middle-aged man was completely stunned, trembling all over.
The two bodyguards supporting him also had weak legs, nearly collapsing to their knees several times.
"You, who exactly are you?" the middle-aged man asked tremblingly, all his previous arrogance and swagger gone.
"My name is Chen Mo," Chen Mo replied.
"Chen, Chen Mo?! You, you're Chen Mo!" The middle-aged man had clearly heard the name.
But he never expected Chen Mo to be so formidable, that the dozen bodyguards trained by their Zhang family were no match for Chen Mo.
Chen Mo smiled calmly, "It seems you recognize me."
The middle-aged man remained silent. He dared not tell Chen Mo that the other party was the Zhang family's number one public enemy! Otherwise, he would die even more miserably.
"Speak, why were you looking for trouble with them?" Chen Mo gestured towards Fang Shiliang and the others.
The middle-aged man said, "They killed a junior of our Zhang family, so our Zhang family naturally cannot stand idly by. Those who provoke a noble family must pay the price."
"Oh? Is that so? Then what about me?" Chen Mo glanced at the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man trembled and fell silent again.
Chen Mo glanced around the room, then his gaze fell on Fang Fang.
At this moment, Fang Fang was also looking at Chen Mo, their eyes meeting.
Seeing Fang Fang's reddened eyes and haggard appearance, Chen Mo felt a pang of heartache. How could he not see how much pressure Fang Fang had endured during this time?
"I'm sorry, I'm late," Chen Mo murmured.
Finally, Fang Fang's reddened eyes shed tears again.
This time, she no longer cared about the eyes of the world and rushed straight towards Chen Mo, throwing herself into his arms.
As if finding solace and support, Fang Fang's seemingly strong exterior finally shed its disguise, and she wept uncontrollably in Chen Mo's embrace.
Chen Mo gently stroked Fang Fang's back, comforting her, "It's okay now, I'm here."
The middle-aged man on the side couldn't help but twitch his eye at this scene.
He wasn't an idiot. With them hugging, how could he not guess the relationship between the two!
Fang Shiliang was also dumbfounded.
First, he was shocked by Chen Mo's skill, and then he was shocked that his sister was hugging him!
At this moment, Fang Fang's emotions gradually calmed down.
Suddenly remembering something, she raised her tear-streaked face and looked at Chen Mo, saying, "You, you must go save Miss Huizi quickly. She, she was captured by the Zhang family."
Chen Mo's brows furrowed, and he looked at the middle-aged man beside him.
Sensing Chen Mo's gaze, the middle-aged man trembled, "That Japanese woman has already been locked in the dungeon by our family head. You won't be able to save her."
Chen Mo slowly released Fang Fang and walked to the middle-aged man's side, "What if it's exchanged for your life?"
The middle-aged man replied, "Chen Mo, you think too highly of me. I don't have much status in the family, and I'm ranked fourth. Otherwise, why would such dirty and tiring work fall to me?"
Chen Mo spoke again, "What if it's exchanged for the life of Zhang Yehao, a direct descendant of your Zhang family?"
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's eyes widened, "What did you say? Zhang Yehao is in your hands? How is that possible!"
Chen Mo took out his phone and found the photo that Lu Wanhua had sent him earlier.
When the middle-aged man saw the figure tied up and thrown in a corner like a dead pig, his expression drastically changed.