Bring Everyone Out to Me

In the dim underground parking lot, the air was filled with the damp smell of concrete, mixed with a faint scent of motor oil.

This underground parking lot was located in a suburban factory district.

It was hard to imagine why anyone would build an underground parking lot here.

Situ Ding'er skillfully pressed the remote control in his hand. A heavy rolling door of a private garage let out a dull electric hum and slowly rose.

The garage was completely empty. However, embedded in the wall at the far end was a heavy-duty safe shelter door that looked completely out of place. The door was covered in complex mechanical locks, exuding an imposing aura.

The number 111 was written in the middle.

It looked very much like a fallout shelter.

Lin Mo's divine sense had already penetrated this door ahead of time.

Behind the door, in a not-so-spacious room, several men were gathered together playing cards out of sheer boredom, cursing and complaining about how tedious it was to stand guard here.

If it weren't for the internet connection here, it would truly be unbearable torture.

Because the grotto-heaven could not directly communicate with the outside world, they could only rely on human messengers to relay information.

Therefore, the Situ family arranged liaisons here to be responsible for passing on messages.

One could only say this was somewhat old-fashioned.

Click.

Situ Ding'er turned the final lock on the door and pulled the heavy shelter door outward with force.

The noise inside the door came to an abrupt halt.

The men playing cards suddenly looked up. Seeing Situ Ding'er standing at the door, the tense expressions on their faces instantly relaxed. One of them even stood up with a smile, just about to speak and greet him.

Master Ding'er, you...

Before he could finish speaking, his gaze crossed over Situ Ding'er and saw the indifferent-looking Lin Mo standing behind him.

The smile froze on his face.

Before they could make any reaction, Situ Ding'er's figure moved.

He didn't even make any unnecessary movements; he simply took a step forward, and his figure flashed past the several men.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Dull thuds rang out one after another, accompanied by a few short, muffled groans.

The several liaisons who were alive and kicking just a moment ago didn't even have the chance to see clearly what had happened before they all slumped to the ground, completely losing consciousness.

After all, those who could only guard the door and run errands here had some strength, but not much.

Situ Ding'er expressionlessly retracted his foot, as if he had merely kicked away a few rocks blocking his path.

In reality, it was Lin Mo controlling Situ Ding'er to make the move.

Lin Mo's divine sense had already completely enveloped the entire underground space. He could clearly see that deep within the room, the space exhibited an abnormal distortion, and a rift invisible to the naked eye hung steadily in mid-air.

This rift was much more stable than the entrance to the Dragon Tiger Dojo, maintaining a constantly open state.

Seeing this, Lin Mo was almost certain that this hidden sect might not be located in the same grotto-heaven.

Or rather, this grotto-heaven had many entrances and exits.

It was just that Situ Ding'er said they only knew of this entrance and exit; they didn't even understand the special nature of spatial passages.

Go in, Lin Mo calmly spat out two words.

Situ Ding'er did not hesitate in the slightest. Taking the lead, he stepped directly into that distorted space, and his figure instantly vanished.

Only Situ Dingyi remained in place. His face was pale, and his lips trembled. Looking at his unconscious clansmen around him and then at Lin Mo, he knew he had no other choice.

I...

Lin Mo, however, didn't even have the interest to hear him finish his sentence.

He merely reached out his hand and grabbed the back of Situ Dingyi's collar, lifting him up like a little chick.

Ah!

Situ Dingyi let out a short cry of alarm as his entire body was easily lifted off the ground, and then he was unceremoniously thrown toward that spatial rift.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the passage.

This was not a crude shelter, but a heavily guarded stone hall.

Just like the Dragon Tiger Dojo, people were also dispatched to stand guard here.

It was just that more people were deployed on this side.

Sensing the spatial fluctuations, they all got ready.

Situ Ding'er's figure walked out from within.

The clashing sound of metal suddenly exploded. The dozens of guards who had been waiting in full battle array within the hall moved in perfect unison. Their gleaming weapons instantly locked onto the newcomer, the cold edges reflecting on Situ Ding'er's somewhat pale face.

A middle-aged man holding a long mace stood at the front of the formation, his brows deeply furrowed, and shouted sternly: Who goes there! Ding'er? Why are you...

Before he could finish, a figure moved faster than his voice, tumbling out of the spatial passage in a sorry state and falling to the ground, getting a mouthful of dust.

It was exactly the thrown-in Situ Dingyi.

Immediately after, Lin Mo's figure appeared at a leisurely pace. Behind him followed Xie Yuling and Ning Qingcheng, who had an invisibility spell cast upon them, though no one could detect them.

The moment he saw Lin Mo's face, the middle-aged man's pupils shrank violently, and the long mace tightly gripped in his hand trembled.

His gaze bypassed Lin Mo and fixed intently on Situ Dingyi, who was struggling to get up from the ground. His voice was filled with suppressed anger: Dingyi! Who gave you the nerve to come back? How dare you return directly without reporting?!

He abruptly raised his long mace, pointing it from afar at the calm and composed Lin Mo.

And him! Bringing an outsider into the clan grounds without an edict from the Elder Hall is a living crime punishable by crippling your cultivation and throwing you into the water dungeon!

Having said that, he wasted no more words, turned his head, and roared at the guards behind him: Form the array! Take them down!

Buzz—

The auras of all the guards in the hall suddenly connected, forming an airtight killing array. A heavy sense of oppression crushed toward Lin Mo.

The hell you will!

Lin Mo couldn't even be bothered to bat an eyelid. He simply raised his foot casually and stomped heavily on the ground.

Boom!

A muffled boom echoed, as if an ancient behemoth had beaten a war drum.

With his footstep as the center, the hard bluestone floor tiles cracked inch by inch, web-like fissures spreading madly! A visible shockwave blasted outward!

The shockwave bypassed Xie Yuling and Ning Qingcheng, sweeping outward.

Those Situ family guards who had just formed their array and looked so menacing didn't even touch the hem of Lin Mo's clothes. They were all struck as if by a heavy hammer, screaming as they were sent flying backward.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Figures crashed into the pillars in the hall and smashed against the walls, then fell to the ground like dumplings dropping into a pot. The sound of shattering weapons and the crisp cracking of bones mixed with agonized groans, instantly turning the originally solemn and majestic hall into a living hell.

In the entire hall, only Lin Mo, the few people behind him, and that middle-aged man—who was now dumbstruck like a wooden chicken—were still standing.

Lin Mo's gaze finally fell upon the middle-aged man.

He extended a finger, pointing toward the outside of the hall, his tone as casual as if he were ordering a servant to pour a cup of tea.

Go. I'll give you a chance. Call everyone in your Situ family who can fight. Don't waste my time.

Lin Mo paused, the corners of his mouth curling into a playful smile.

"By the way, if your family's old ancestor is still breathing and isn't hiding away in some obscure corner, bring him out as well. I'll be waiting."

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