Straight to the Dragon's Lair

"Then... where are we going now?" Dongfang Shuye found his voice a bit hoarse.

Lin Mo's mouth curled into an arc, a smile devoid of any warmth.

"Now? To the Chai family mansion, of course. To pay them a visit."

"I'm going to see with my own eyes exactly what kind of trash the Chai family patriarch is to have done such things."

Dongfang Shuye's heart shuddered.

He instantly understood.

Lin Mo was going to read the memories of the Chai family patriarch.

He was going to dig out the Chai family's core, their dirtiest secrets, and then, in front of everyone, thoroughly tear this behemoth to the ground.

Dongfang Shuye knew very well that Lin Mo was not a liar.

Nor would he stoop to lying about such matters.

Especially the name Dongfang Gushuo made him believe even more.

Lin Mo walked outside, tossing back a sentence, "Get people ready to take over this place. But I don't want to see these filthy things appear again. Otherwise, whoever is in charge, I will kill them. I do what I say."

After saying that, Lin Mo walked into the elevator.

Dongfang Shuye followed him in. In the cramped space, he looked at the eighteen-year-old boy in front of him.

For some reason, he felt Lin Mo's aura accumulating, stacking layer by layer.

Looking at him, there was gradually a sense of imposing might without anger.

He didn't know if it was an illusion.

Suddenly, he understood what Liu Zheng meant.

In front of Lin Mo, you would feel that everything was slowly being controlled by him; you couldn't even resist his will.

Ding!

The elevator stopped at the 24th floor, the doors slowly sliding open.

A dark crowd stood at the door, uniformly dressed in neat black suits and ties, but with unfriendly eyes.

The leader was a man with a refined hairstyle but a thick, muscular neck.

Lin Mo's eyelids twitched. He finally raised his eyes to glance over, his tone as flat as if stating a fact.

"It's full. Wait for the next one."

Saying that, he reached out and pressed the close door button.

A rough, large hand suddenly wedged into the gap, forcefully prying the closing doors back open.

The suited man squeezed in expressionlessly, and the people behind him filed in as well.

The originally spacious elevator was instantly packed like a sardine can.

The smell of sweat, smoke, and cheap perfume mixed together, making one nauseous.

Dongfang Shuye's brows knitted tightly. He wasn't bothered by the smell, but rather, he sniffed out something much more dangerous.

Killing intent.

Cold, tangible, and completely undisguised.

His fists were already clenched, muscles taut, ready to explode into action at any moment.

Lin Mo, however, acted as if nothing was wrong. He pulled out his phone, the screen's light illuminating his placid face.

"In that case, does anyone else want to get out?"

His voice was light, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

No one spoke.

The elevator doors slowly closed in silence.

Inside the metallic space, there was dead silence.

Only the numbers on the floor display ticked downward tirelessly.

Ding!

The first floor arrived.

The elevator doors opened on cue.

The sight before Dongfang Shuye's eyes made his brain freeze on the spot.

There was no expected flying flesh and blood, nor the brutal close-quarters combat.

Instead, around the elevator were piles of somewhat neatly stacked stones.

These stones were grayish-white with a rough surface, looking incredibly heavy.

Pressed one on top of the other, they formed a bizarre little mountain.

And Lin Mo simply put away his phone calmly, then walked out of the elevator.

Leaving behind Dongfang Shuye with a "seeing a ghost" expression.

What had he just seen?

That group of suited men had suddenly attacked, and he had been ready to block their assault.

But the very next second, these guys had all turned into stones.

"What... what kind of ability is this?! To actually turn people into stones?!" His voice was dry and hoarse, as if he hadn't drunk water in a long time.

He turned his head and calmly corrected.

"No, I cannot turn people into stones. I merely turn corpses into stones."

The moment his words fell, Lin Mo raised his palm.

Wisps of grayish-black mist, nearly invisible to the naked eye, rose from the pile of stones. As if drawn by an invisible force, they scrambled into his palm, eventually condensing into a murky orb of light that writhed and emitted silent wails.

By soul-searching them one by one, he could find out who had sent them to block the elevator.

Walking to the entrance of the building, the doorman had already astutely brought the car over.

Lin Mo pulled open the car door and got in. Closing his eyes, he began to rapidly flip through the freshly acquired, still-warm memories as if sorting through files.

Dongfang Shuye drove the car toward the Chai family.

Tianjing's evening rush hour hadn't completely passed, and traffic was somewhat congested. The only sound in the cabin was the low hum of the air conditioner.

He glanced at Lin Mo, who was resting with his eyes closed in the passenger seat, and still couldn't resist operating his phone with one hand to send a message to Director Long.

He was ready to report this matter to Director Long.

After all, what Lin Mo was about to do might annihilate an entire family.

That was a very dangerous thing.

But Lin Mo intended to do exactly that.

The message was sent.

Lin Mo didn't even twitch an eyelid, clearly giving tacit approval.

Let him notify them; it didn't matter.

From the moment they set out, the time left for the Chai family had started counting down by the second.

What normal person would fight to the bitter end? As long as the leaders were taken out, the rest of the Chai family wouldn't be worth mentioning.

The Chai family's old mansion wasn't located within the prime real estate of the Third Ring Road, but rather in the suburbs, nestled against mountains and rivers. It covered a vast area, and ordinary people couldn't even get close to it.

The car drove on the road for nearly an hour before a brightly lit manor finally appeared at the edge of their vision.

Bizarrely, when the car was still a hundred meters away from the main gate, the two heavy, carved iron doors slowly opened inward with a dull scraping sound.

Like a giant maw ready to devour its prey.

"Looks like they already know we're coming." Dongfang Shuye chuckled lightly, but his foot didn't let up on the gas pedal.

Before his voice faded, at the end of the headlights' beams, a figure had appeared in the middle of the road.

The man stood there quietly, carrying two long, narrow swords crossed on his back. The hilts gleamed coldly under the streetlights.

Dongfang Shuye's pupils contracted.

"The Martial Fanatic, Ye Erdao?! Heh, the Chai family is really something, to be able to hire one of the top-tier experts among independent cultivators."

As soon as this name was spoken, the air in the car chilled a few degrees.

Dongfang Shuye no longer hesitated. With a ruthless look in his eyes, he slammed the gas pedal to the floor.

The engine let out a ferocious roar, and the car violently surged forward!

The man known as Ye Erdao remained expressionless, extending his arms out to his sides.

"Hum—"

The two willow-leaf blades on his back unsheathed themselves, transforming into two streaks of silver lightning. With a shriek that tore through the air, they slashed straight at the front of the car!

Before the blades even arrived, two incredibly fierce surges of blade aura had already pressed down.

Dongfang Shuye's hands left the steering wheel with lightning speed. Striking out left and right, he slammed his palms toward both sides outside the car doors!