"Xiao Huan, is this Lin Mo really that impressive?" asked a middle-aged man with a square face and a stubbly beard.
"Dad, Lin Mo is very impressive, he will definitely help us solve the problem." A long-lost radiant smile appeared on Zhang Huan's pure face.
This middle-aged man was Zhang Huan's father, Zhang Lesheng, who had always studied martial arts abroad but unfortunately had no talent for it, always remaining in the realm of Dark Energy. Next to him was a well-appearing lady, Zhang Huan's mother, Zeng He.
Zhang Jun was Zhang Liang's father, and now, relying on Shen Qiran's father's connections, he was also rising steadily, but compared to the Luo family, he was still too insignificant. At Zhen Guan Garden, many forces gathered, with undercurrents surging. Today's conversation between Lin Mo and Luo Shaozhou could change the entire Jiangnan structure.
Noon, eleven o'clock.
A group of bodyguards in black suits with strict demeanor entered Zhen Guan Garden, and the big shots around quickly made way.
And among those guarded by the bodyguards was a young man in a suit adorned with purple patterns.
The young man appeared to be about twenty-five or six, with slightly sinister pale skin, exuding a crafty and sinister aura.
"Mr. Luo!"
"Mr. Luo"
"Mr. Luo"
The big shots around all wore humble smiles, greeting the young man.
Beside Luo Shaozhou were two particularly burly bodyguards, both about 1.8 meters tall. The tight muscles seemed about to burst through the suits, their eyes scanning the surroundings with a chilling aura that made people dare not to look directly.
"Mr. Luo, it seems all the big shots of Jiangnan have come to Zhen Guan Garden today." A man in his fifties, slightly bowing with a smile, was beside Luo Shaozhou.
Mrs. Zhang and the Zhang family saw this man, with eyes seemingly ablaze with endless anger.
Xu Haiping was highly skilled, having followed the Commander of Nine Gates in his youth, nearly second in command, even holding high status within the Zhang family.
But who would have expected that after the Commander of Nine Gates died, the first to defect was Xu Haiping.
"Oh? What about that Lin Mo, hasn't arrived yet?"
Luo Shaozhou's eyes slightly squinted, emanating a chilling gleam.
"Shouldn't be here yet," Xu Haiping glanced around and softly said.
"Ha, such high status, making me wait." Luo Shaozhou huffed lightly, his gaze as venomous as a poison snake.
"Mr. Luo, please this way!"
Xu Haiping led a group of bodyguards, and people around parted like water. In the back garden of Zhen Guan Garden was a large wooden chair carved with a Sima head.
Luo Shaozhou sat grandly on the wooden chair, a cold arc on his lips, his gaze sweeping over everyone. "Everyone here is a prominent figure in Jiangnan. Coming to Zhen Guan Garden today, I think you all know, there's a guy named Lin Mo back. I don't care if he's the Sima head of Jiangnan, now that I, Luo Shaozhou, am here, if he's a Sima, he must present himself, if a tiger, he must crouch, as for Lin Mo
Heh heh, today I want him to kneel before me."
Luo Shaozhou's tone was calm, but carried an unparalleled assertiveness and confidence.
"Indeed, the descendant of the first family of Huaxia, the Luo family, exudes an extraordinary aura."
"Yes, only he would dare to say such words."
"I wonder if Lin Mo can subdue him?"
"I doubt it, Lin Mo's been away from Jiangnan for so long, and Luo Shaozhou comes with the power of the first family, what can Lin Mo do against him?"
The low conversations within Zhen Guan Garden were not optimistic about Lin Mo.
Located at the northeast corner of Zhen Guan Garden, there was a pavilion.
In the pavilion sat seven or eight people, with the Qin family's leader Qin Yuanshan, Qin Wei, Qin Mo among them, gazing distantly in Luo Shaozhou's direction.
"Even a non-core member of the Luo family has such presence; indeed, the Luo family is not to be underestimated." Qin Wei said lightly, even though he was an official sealing the border. Last time he visited Luo Shaozhou, he was turned away by the bodyguards and didn't even get to meet Luo Shaozhou.
"Lin Mo pressed my Qin family to bow; it's always been a disgrace to us. Today, while my Qin family cannot personally wash away this disgrace, seeing Lin Mo stumble would still be a delight." Qin Mo clenched his fists, occasionally flashing a cold glint in his eyes.
"Mr. Lin has arrived!"
Suddenly, an unknown voice shouted, and everyone immediately stopped discussing.
They all turned and looked down the stone path linking Zhen Guan Garden and the outside.
Sure enough, they saw a young man with black hair and black eyes walking, accompanied by an alluring woman with her hair tied up and wearing a red cheongsam, followed by two young men in suits.
"Mr. Yu"
"Mr. Guo"
"Sister Qiu"
Many familiar big shots showed respectful smiles and greeted them.
The lady with an elegant appearance and a cheongsam outlining her graceful figure was Chou Jinse.
The two young men in suits behind were Yu Fei and Guo Hu.
The strength of these three, placed in Jiangzhou, could shake Jiangzhou with just a stomp.
At this moment, the three were following an unremarkable young man, indicating that this unremarkable youth was the legend Lin Mo.
The fame of young king Lin Mo of Jiangnan had spread throughout Jiangnan two years ago, but few had actually seen him, much like ordinary people knowing the mayor's name but hardly any having seen him.
Many youths and young ladies accompanying their elders, having never seen Lin Mo, curiously observed the calm young man walking at the forefront.
"Mr. Lin."
"Mr. Lin."
"Mr. Lin."
Zhong Shousong, Nie Chengrong, and Chu Feiyun all stood respectfully, leading their descendants in front of Lin Mo.
"Mm." Lin Mo nodded slightly, standing still with his hands behind his back.
Zhong Yilan, Chu Xin, and Chu Lingding also stood behind their elders, eyes locked on Lin Mo.
After years of not seeing, the beauty remained, but Lin Mo had shed his sharpness and immaturity, becoming more steadfast, calm, and determined, a Heavy Sword without Edge!
Shen Qiran and Zhang Jiaoli stood together, seeing Lin Mo with equally complex expressions. Three years ago, Lin Mo challenged in Shu Province, and a year later challenged Jiangnan. Now, two years later returning to Jiangnan, he faced the strong general Luo Shaozhou. Who is mightier?
"Xiao Mo." Zhang Xiaocui brought Zhang Huan and others over as well.
"Mrs. Zhang, Zhang Huan." Lin Mo's face showed a slight smile.
Zhang Jun, Zhang Liang, and others looked at Lin Mo with some reverence.
The Zhang family was in crisis, and only Lin Mo could help them. Even if it was just a sliver of hope, it was the Zhang family's hope.
"Mrs. Zhang, Mr. Zhang and I are old acquaintances; today, I will surely get an explanation for the Zhang family."
Lin Mo spoke calmly.
"Mm, Xiao Mo, do what you can." Zhang Xiaocui advised.
After all, facing the descendant of the first family of Huaxia, Luo Shaozhou not only represented himself but also the dignity of the Luo family.
"Hmph, Lin Mo has finally arrived."