The Legend of the Condor Heroes

Xie Yuwu.

In their circle, those three words meant nothing but trouble.

His family started with the sand and gravel business—a trade stained with blood and shadows.

Later, they laundered their reputation and dove headfirst into the golden age of construction and real estate, their wealth inflating like a balloon.

With that kind of background, the son they raised naturally learned to bulldoze his way through life.

Xie Yuwu wasn’t ugly, but he’d blend into a crowd without a trace.

Even designer brands couldn’t prop up his slack flesh, and his face always carried a spoiled, restless irritation.

From middle school onward, he’d claimed Jiang Yunlu as his personal property, declaring more than once on campus that anyone who touched her would have their legs broken.

But sadly, Jiang Yunlu had never given him a second glance.

Right now, Xie Yuwu’s eyes were fixed like nails on Lin Mo’s hand wrapped around Jiang Yunlu’s waist.

The black-clad bodyguards behind him—each with bulging temples, clearly seasoned fighters—followed their master’s lead with hostile glares.

Xie Yuwu acted so arrogantly because his family was ruthless by nature.

Anyone who grew their wealth through the sand business couldn’t be a saint—let alone after venturing into construction and real estate.

Wasn’t this straight out of The Knockout?

Those bodyguards behind Xie Yuwu weren’t just for protection; they were his thugs.

To Xie Yuwu, Lin Mo’s calmness was pure contempt.

A surge of rage shot from Xie Yuwu’s soles straight to his scalp.

He lunged forward, his thick fingers grabbing directly for Lin Mo’s wrist.

“Take your hand off!”

His voice was harsh, commanding.

But Lin Mo twisted Jiang Yunlu in a backward spin, avoiding the groping hand with flair.

The move was smooth and fluid, carrying a dancer’s grace that made Xie Yuwu’s clumsiness painfully obvious.

Lin Mo halted and spoke slowly: “I don’t like men touching me. Also, don’t bother me and my girlfriend.”

The word “girlfriend” drove into Xie Yuwu’s heart like a red-hot iron poker from behind.

His face flushed to an angry purple, veins bulging on his neck, his finger pointing at Lin Mo trembling.

He stared at Jiang Yunlu in Lin Mo’s arms, then jabbed a finger back at Lin Mo.

“Yunlu! Tell him he’s full of crap, right?!”

He was almost screaming.

But Jiang Yunlu didn’t flinch. Instead, she leaned closer into Lin Mo’s chest, tilted her face up to look at his chiseled jaw, and curved her lips into a beautiful smile.

“Not at all.”

That hit harder than a slap to Xie Yuwu’s face.

Lin Mo glanced down at the girl smiling in his arms, then lifted his gaze to Xie Yuwu with a sneer.

“We’re a perfect match—when did some monster like you get a say?”

“You’re asking for it!”

Xie Yuwu completely lost it.

His pathetic patience evaporated instantly. Dignity—gone. Decorum—thrown out the window.

Like a bull seeing red, he charged headfirst at Lin Mo.

He was quicker and more volatile than Ma Chuangshi.

Even his bodyguards couldn’t react in time.

But someone moved faster—and crueler.

A dark blur flashed.

Thud!

A heavy sound of flesh colliding with flesh.

The once-aggressive Xie Yuwu flew backward like a burst sack, tracing an ugly arc through the air before smashing into a pillar three meters away.

Lin Mo’s raised leg hung in midair for a second, then he slowly lowered it.

The bodyguards snarled and charged at Lin Mo without hesitation.

If they failed to protect their boss, they’d lose their jobs and their dignity. The only way to salvage this was to beat this cocky bastard to pulp.

Five of them closed in from all sides.

Jiang Yunlu cracked her knuckles, the pops echoing.

She was itching for a fight.

Lin Mo started to raise an arm to hold her back, then thought better of it and lowered it.

Hogging all the glory was bad form. He couldn’t take all the credit for the badassery—sometimes you had to let your partner have their moment. Fairness was the foundation of relationships.

He couldn’t be selfish.

Lin Mo stepped aside decisively, jerking his chin toward the left: “Those three are yours to play with.”

That left two straight ahead.

His words hit Jiang Yunlu right in the feels.

Without even a thank-you, she lunged at the guards on the left.

Xie Yuwu, still slumped against the pillar, clutching his aching chest, bellowed uselessly: “Kill the guy! But if anyone so much as touches Yunlu’s hair, I’ll have you dead!”

A pathetic simp’s devotion—but completely misplaced.

Jiang Yunlu wasn’t grateful for his rants; she found them irritating.

The three bodyguards, wary of Xie Yuwu’s warning, tried to circle around her to get to Lin Mo.

Their divided attention left them wide open.

Jiang Yunlu swept out her long leg, kicking the closest guard square in the chest.

He flew through the air, slammed into a solid wooden dining table behind him. The table held, but the plates, bowls, cups, and dishes—along with the food—exploded everywhere, a total mess.

Shards and food littered the floor.

Another guard tried to retreat, but Jiang Yunlu grabbed his tie and yanked.

No fancy leverage tricks—she just used raw strength, single-handedly hoisting a 160–170-pound man off the ground and slamming him in an unrefined over-the-shoulder throw.

A dull crack on the tiled floor, and the guy’s eyes rolled back.

On the other side, Lin Mo’s two opponents had it even worse.

Lin Mo strolled forward casually.

The guards gave it their all, sprinting in from both sides, fists like sledgehammers aimed at Lin Mo’s temples—a dirty attack meant to cripple.

A direct hit would land your average person in the ICU.

Without lifting his eyelids, Lin Mo casually raised both hands, tracked their punching trajectories, and tapped their fists from above.

Two sharp snapping sounds.

“Ah!”

“Ahh!”

With twin screams, the two burly attackers crumpled, dropping to their knees and clutching their right arms, rolling on the ground.

Their arms were snapped backward at the joints.

Lin Mo didn’t stop there—he broke their other arms too.

For symmetry, right?

And under Lin Mo’s work, their arms could never fully recover; they’d be cripples for life.

Now for Xie Yuwu.

Lin Mo turned his head to look. Xie Yuwu’s face went pale.

He wasn’t stupid—he’d clearly bitten off more than he could chew.

“Don’t… come any closer! My dad is Xie Dongsheng—he won’t let you off!”

Lin Mo laughed.

“He won’t let me off? So why do you think I’d let you off?”