More Handsome Than a Pig's Head

Of course, compared to what happened next, all of that was nothing.

After his parents passed away in an accident, the relatives gathered in front of the mourning hall, all seemingly immersed in grief.

But right in the midst of this sorrowful atmosphere, Lin Shulan pulled out a crumpled IOU and threw it directly in front of the then-underage Lin Mo.

Black and white, fifty thousand yuan.

The signature at the bottom belonged to Lin Mo's father.

At that moment, the atmosphere was shattered, and everyone's eyes gathered on them.

Others might not know, but Lin Mo was very clear that his uncle-in-law Liu Feng was just an ordinary office worker whose monthly salary could be counted on one hand.

Lin Shulan was a housewife with barely any income. Usually, she was the one constantly coming to his father to borrow money to get by, and she rarely paid it back. How could his father possibly borrow money from her?

This IOU was as fake as it could get!

Yet she did exactly that, forcing a child who had just lost his parents to pay back money in front of all their relatives.

Although the surrounding relatives whispered among themselves and had their complaints about Lin Shulan's actions, not a single person stood up to say a word for Lin Mo.

At that time, Lin Mo was just a half-grown teenager. He was completely stunned by this sudden turn of events, his mind a blank slate, knowing nothing else but to cry.

In the end, the money was given.

Using the inheritance his parents left behind, every single cent was given to her.

If it were now, spit!

From the moment those fifty thousand yuan were handed to her, Lin Mo knew very well that he had cut ties with his aunt's family.

But he never expected that this person, whom he had long crossed off his list of relatives, would not only show up at his door today but also be arrogant enough to get someone to pick the lock to his house!

Fine then.

Truly, there is a road to heaven but you refuse to take it; there is no door to hell, yet you barge right in.

That old debt from back then, today is the perfect day to settle it, principal and interest included!

Under the smug gazes of Lin Shulan and her son, Lin Mo slowly reached out his hand and slipped it into his pocket.

The two thought he was going to pull out his keys and yield.

The next second, however, what Lin Mo pulled out was a smartphone.

He unlocked the screen in front of everyone, then looked up at the bewildered locksmith, his tone calm.

"Sir, don't be in a rush to leave. You can serve as a witness. I'm calling the police to report an attempted illegal lock-picking and attempted burglary. I recognize you, after all, you are the one picking the lock to my house."

Very good, the locksmith's weak spot was firmly grasped.

He had no choice but to cooperate.

Lin Mo had barely pressed two buttons when hurried footsteps echoed from the top of the stairs. Lin Shulan rushed down, taking the steps two at a time, her face plastered with a hypocritical smile.

"Oh my, Little Mo, we are all family. Let's talk things out nicely, what's there to call the police for!"

"Family?"

Lin Mo raised his eyes, his gaze as cold as ice. "What kind of family picks the lock to my house? Speak, what exactly are you trying to come in and take!"

The moment his words fell, deep within Lin Mo's eyes, a flash of purple light—imperceptible to ordinary people—flickered and vanished.

Soul Capture!

The fake smile on Lin Shulan's face instantly froze. Her eyes became somewhat hollow, and the corners of her mouth curled up uncontrollably, revealing a greedy sneer.

"Of course it's to go into your house and take the gold jewelry your mother left behind. She told me exactly where she hid everything."

Just like that, she blankly poured out all her innermost thoughts.

So that was it.

Lin Mo consequently released the Soul Capture. Although Soul Capture was useful, the person under its effect wouldn't feel anything, and Lin Mo didn't plan on letting Lin Shulan off that easily.

A few overlooked memories instantly flashed through his mind.

In his previous life, before he sold this house, he had cleaned it inside and out, and indeed, he hadn't found any gold jewelry.

Now, being reminded like this, he suddenly remembered that his mother did indeed have a set of gold jewelry when she was alive, which she always kept carefully hidden.

His divine sense silently spread out, instantly piercing through the walls and enveloping the entire house.

Sure enough, beneath the bottom partition of the wardrobe in the master bedroom, a set of gold jewelry wrapped in red cloth lay there quietly.

At the thought that this set of his mother's relics in his previous life was very likely stolen by Lin Shulan just like this, the anger in Lin Mo's heart flared up instantly.

He withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the completely dumbfounded locksmith. His voice was not loud, but it made everyone present hear it clearly.

"Sir, you heard her."

Saying that, Lin Mo directly dialed the police.

His cousin Liu Zihao, who had been standing at the top of the stairs watching the show, finally reacted at this moment. His face changed drastically as he let out a roar, lunging down to snatch Lin Mo's phone.

"You dare call the cops!"

However, just as his hand touched the edge of the phone.

Lin Mo abruptly raised his volume and shouted into the stairwell with a booming voice: "He's snatching my phone! Someone is robbing me!"

Before his shout even ended, his other hand had already balled into a fist. Without any flashy movements, he threw a clean, crisp punch that landed solidly on Liu Zihao's face.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud echoed.

Liu Zihao looked as if he had been hit by a speeding car. Before he could even let out a scream, his body flew backward and crashed heavily onto the stairs, producing a series of sounds of bones colliding with the concrete floor.

He rolled down the steps a few times, finally stopping right at Lin Mo's feet like a bag of trash. He curled up his body, his face already swollen like a pig's head.

This sudden turn of events happened in a flash.

Lin Shulan was scared out of her wits. She froze for a full two seconds before letting out a shrill, miserable shriek.

"My son! My son!!!"

She instinctively wanted to lunge forward and fight Lin Mo to the death, but seeing her son, who weighed over 160 pounds, knocked flat with a single punch, she withdrew her outstretched hand in terror.

Unable to beat him, she could only throw a tantrum.

"Murder! You little beast, how dare you hit my son! I'm calling the police! Yes, I'm going to call the police and have you arrested! I'll make you go to jail! I'll have you beaten to death in prison!"

"No need to trouble yourself, I already called them."

Lin Mo raised his phone and explained the situation to the operator on the line.

He paused, glanced at the pale locksmith beside him, and added a sentence.

"Yes, they brought a locksmith over to pick the lock of my house, but the locksmith was tricked into coming by them."

Just this one sentence was enough to make the locksmith stand on his side.

Liu Zihao on the ground wasn't severely injured, but his entire face had already turned into a pig's head.

He hadn't fainted either. He grabbed the stair railing and stood up, pointing at Lin Mo and saying, "Lin Mo, I am still your cousin after all."

"Where did this pig's head come from?" Lin Mo smiled towards Xie Yuling.

Xie Yuling graciously covered her mouth and giggled.

"You are really amazing."

This conversation almost gave Liu Zihao a brain aneurysm. Seeing a pretty girl following behind Lin Mo, he immediately pointed at Lin Mo and said, "Little girl, don't be fooled by this guy Lin Mo, he's a terrible person."

"Oh? Is that so? But I think he's great. At the very least, he's more handsome than a pig's head."

Xie Yuling was, of course, standing on Lin Mo's side.

Liu Zihao was instantly so furious that he wanted to lunge forward again, but the burning pain on his face reminded him not to act recklessly.