Why did Lin Mo make a move?
The reasoning was simple.
Mainly, it was because of the Ancestral Dragon buff—he could clearly see if anyone was off.
The man before him, named Xie Yuwu, had a few faint wisps of black energy coiling around him. This wasn't just about the lives he'd taken; he had also done many things to harm this land.
These actions showed that this underling was deeply crooked, and naturally, the superior was bound to be corrupt as well.
Lin Mo had already figured it out. The rest, he could leave to Liu Zheng and his team to dig into.
As for this Xie Yuwu standing here now, Lin Mo could deal with him.
Lin Mo stepped forward, ignoring the terrified stares around him. He grabbed the limp Xie Yuwu off the ground like he was lifting a bag of trash.
The collar tightened around Xie Yuwu’s neck, his face turning a liverish purple.
“Are you trying to kill me?” Xie Yuwu choked out.
Lin Mo’s voice was flat, unreadable in tone.
But the next second, his fist flew.
Thud!
A dull sound of flesh hitting flesh.
The fist landed squarely on Xie Yuwu’s face, the force precise and unerring.
A few bloody teeth, mixed with saliva, clattered onto the polished tiles.
The entire venue fell into dead silence.
Everyone saw it clearly.
They all knew Jiang Yunlu, and they had naturally noticed her boyfriend just now.
But they never expected Jiang Yunlu to be such a fighter, and that boyfriend was equally ferocious.
Especially their expressions—one calm, the other burning with intensity.
Jiang Yunlu had easily taken down three burly bodyguards without even breaking a sweat or breathing hard.
And Lin Mo had punched someone’s teeth out without so much as a frown.
Were these two poets or what?
Zhou Youbai stood frozen for a moment, but she quickly snapped out of it and rushed forward.
“Lin Mo! Stop it! Don’t hit him anymore! His father is Xie Dongsheng—he knows people and has a bunch of reckless thugs under him!”
Her voice trembled; she was genuinely worried that Jiang Yunlu’s boyfriend would provoke someone dangerous.
In her eyes, Lin Mo was heading straight for his own doom.
“So what?”
Lin Mo glanced sideways at her, not pausing his movements. He landed another punch to Xie Yuwu’s stomach.
“Ugh!”
Xie Yuwu doubled over like a shrimp, but he couldn’t break free from Lin Mo’s grip.
“After tonight,”
Lin Mo’s voice was as cold as ice, “he won’t be able to afford anyone.”
Zhou Youbai’s classmates were all shocked. Why was Jiang Yunlu’s boyfriend acting so crazy?
Who was this guy?
And why had Jiang Yunlu gone crazy too? A proper heiress, actually resorting to violence?
Just as everyone was reeling in doubt, Lin Mo let go, letting Xie Yuwu slide to the ground like a pile of mud.
Xie Yuwu was now barely inhaling more than he exhaled.
Lin Mo calmly pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
Once again, it was his super reliable tools—aka Liu Zheng.
The call was picked up quickly, and a tired voice came through.
“My dear Grandpa Lin, my eyelids have been twitching all day, and I knew some trouble was coming.” Liu Zheng sounded like a lingering ghost.
Lin Mo completely ignored his complaints and cut to the chase.
“Look up someone: Xie Dongsheng. His son is Xie Yuwu. The father and son both probably have blood on their hands.”
But then Lin Mo repeated, “Send someone to check on a man named Xie Dongsheng. His son is Xie Yuwu, and they should both have lives on their hands.”
“Hey no, bro! I’m the Yan Huang Awakening! Yan! Huang! Awakening! Not the criminal investigation team!” Liu Zheng wailed on the other end.
Lin Mo held the phone away from his ear until the wailing stopped, then said calmly,
“But you know people, don’t you? And if I ask for something to be looked into, who dares to stop it?”
After all, if Lin Mo wanted to investigate something legitimate, what protector could shield it?
The higher-ups had high hopes for him.
So in his daily life, he still had to do things that helped this land.
Others couldn’t hear Liu Zheng, but they caught every word from Lin Mo.
Whether it was Zhou Youbai’s classmates or other guests at the banquet, everyone began to reassess the young man before them.
Just then, someone pushed through the crowd.
“What’s going on?”
It was a young man in his twenties who looked quite similar to Zhou Youbai.
It was easy to guess he was Zhou Youbai’s older brother.
“Second Brother!” Zhou Youbai walked over and grabbed his arm.
She had no intention of dragging the Zhou family into Jiang Yunlu and Xie Yuwu’s mess.
After all, Jiang Yunlu’s father had recently taken down one Zhou family.
She didn’t want her own Zhou family to become the next target.
Soon, Lin Mo ended the call.
Then he hoisted Xie Yuwu’s body and looked at the security guards nearby.
“Throw him outside and keep an eye on him. Someone will come for them later.”
The security guards exchanged glances, then looked at Zhou Youbai and Second Brother Zhou.
Second Brother Zhou frowned. The Zhou family had considerable wealth and wasn’t afraid of Xie Yuwu’s connections.
But even he couldn’t match Lin Mo’s casual attitude.
Still, he waved his hand, “Take him out. And call an ambulance; we can’t let someone die here.”
That reasoning was sound.
Several security guards immediately carried the man out.
They also took the three bodyguards Jiang Yunlu had knocked out.
Jiang Yunlu walked over to Zhou Youbai with an apologetic look.
“Sorry, Youbai. Don’t worry about this—Lin Mo will handle it. And I’ll pay for everything I broke here.”
She had gotten a bit carried away and had damaged quite a few things.
Zhou Youbai stepped forward and grabbed Jiang Yunlu’s hand, looking her up and down.
“Don’t sweat the small stuff. Yunlu, when did you get so tough?”
Seeing that Zhou Youbai wasn’t mad about the disruption to her birthday party for what had been ruined by the scuffle and taking from the diner, barely explained, Jiang Yunlu felt relieved.
Second Brother Zhou quickly had the area cleaned up and loudly welcomed the guests back.
Most guests treated the whole incident as entertainment.
Since the trouble wasn’t with the Zhou family, they stayed for the birthday banquet.
This little episode actually livened up the atmosphere.
Meanwhile, Ye Haoran, who had changed clothes and was now hauling supplies in the back, had no idea what was happening inside the banquet.
He was silently carrying boxes of drinks when, out of nowhere, a figure stopped in front of him.
Ye Haoran looked up and saw a sharply dressed man staring at him seriously.
“Hello, sir. Is there anything I can help you with?”
Zhou Chuxiong studied Ye Haoran, then thought for a moment and said, “I’ll give you a million. Win my sister over, and then wait for her to break up with you.”
“Whaaat?”
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