"Someone killed my brother, and I came for revenge, should Chairman Long also interfere?" Quanzhou City turned his head and stared at him, a fierce light flashing in his eyes.
The people who had originally been standing behind Long Hao, including Long Jianfeng, Jiang Wei, and Nie Ping, all showed surprised expressions when they saw Lin Mo and Yingzi unscathed. Just yesterday in the KTV, Quan Dongyi had pulled out a gun, yet these two were perfectly fine.
Now, hearing Quanzhou City's words, the three were dumbstruck. Had Lin Mo and Yingzi really killed Quan Dongyi?
Long Hao was stunned on the spot too. As the chairman of the Chinatown, he had to step forward and say a few polite words in such a situation; otherwise, he couldn't continue as chairman. However, he hadn't expected the situation to be so serious that it was beyond his mediation—Quan Dongyi was actually killed.
The merchants gathered around also showed shocked expressions, but under their shocked faces, there was a layer of joy. Quan Dongyi had bullied them in Chinatown, and now that he was dead, how could they not feel elated?
"How could this have happened?" Long Hao showed a surprised expression and said, "I am also very saddened by the death of Mr. Quan Dongyi."
Quanzhou City coldly snorted without even looking at him, instead turning his gaze to Lin Mo. He asked, "Did you kill my brother Quan Dongyi?"
"Yes, I killed him, so what?" Lin Mo stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze steady and his face calm like an ancient well. This serenity, which shouldn't appear on a young man's face, caused Quanzhou City's expression to tighten slightly.
Quan Xiangyu looked at Lin Mo with a trace of fear in his eyes, and then whispered in Quanzhou City's ear.
"The president, they are not ordinary people. Yesterday that girl caught a bullet with her hand."
Fear had already covered the faces of Liu Yanlan and Liu Jing. Quan Dongyi was dead, and he had died at the hands of Lin Mo.
Liu Jing hadn't had the chance to ask about the events of the previous day and thought Lin Mo and Yingzi had fled back here. She hadn't expected that they had actually killed Quan Dongyi, no wonder Quanzhou City had come with such significant force to seek justice.
The other merchants and the likes of Long Jianfeng were shocked again!
That cool and composed young man with black hair and black eyes had actually killed Quan Dongyi.
Even though everyone felt delighted, they couldn't help but worry for the young man. Quanzhou City brought so many people just for revenge.
Long Hao suddenly said, "Liu Yanlan, this matter doesn't involve your family, you should go back now."
"I…" Liu Yanlan's face showed a troubled expression. Even though it wasn't her who had killed Quan Dongyi, the origin of the matter was because of her; how could she just shrink away now?
"One should take responsibility for their own actions; since it was him who killed Mr. Quan Dongyi, it has nothing to do with you," Long Hao said, frowning.
Liu Yanlan was, after all, a member of the merchant association, and Lin Mo and Yingzi were outsiders. As long as he could protect Liu Yanlan, he would be fulfilling his duty as chairman.
"But the matter started because of me; I cannot leave," Liu Yanlan struggled internally for a moment and then her face showed a resolute expression.
Hearing her words, Long Hao's face showed anger. He snorted coldly and decided not to bother anymore.
Quanzhou City squinted at Lin Mo and said, "Catch him for me."
As soon as he finished speaking, several thugs rushed toward Lin Mo. Before Lin Mo could make a move, Yingzi's figure flashed, and immediately the thugs were sent flying, crashing into other thugs in the back row. The powerful impact rolled them all on the ground, wailing in pain.
"Damn it." Quanzhou City cursed fiercely, followed by members of the Bloodthirsty Society who drew their weapons and charged towards Lin Mo and Yingzi again.
To avoid injuring others, Lin Mo and Yingzi moved the battle to the main street, handling the thugs armed with choppers and steel spikes as if they were swatting flies, sending them flying through the air.
Lin Mo, with one hand behind his back, flicked his fingers. Transparent streams of Finger Strength shot out, creating arrow-like streaks in the air.
Each streak of air resulted in a Bloodthirsty Society member falling to the ground with a bloody hole in the forehead.
Seeing their comrades continuously falling with bloody holes in their foreheads, those Bloodthirsty Society members were no fools—they started to retreat.
Quanzhou City clenched his fist, staring intently at Lin Mo, "A Martial Arts Master from Huaxia?"
"Damn it, you dare to kill in Han Country," Quanzhou City said furiously.
Seeing that Lin Mo was taking lives with each movement, the remaining Bloodthirsty Society members no longer held back. Originally, Chinatown was a busy area, and though the Bloodthirsty Society was powerful, they wouldn't blatantly ignore the police's presence. But Lin Mo's prowess forced them to resort to firearms.
Instantly, dozens of gunshots rang out on the street, sending nearby merchants scrambling for cover. Long Hao, Long Jianfeng, Jiang Wei, and Nie Ping quickly ducked to avoid accidentally being hit by bullets.
The faces of Long Jianfeng, Jiang Wei, and Nie Ping turned pale, their eyes filled with shock and fear.
Just yesterday, they had looked down on Lin Mo with disdain and scorn. Now, seeing Lin Mo effortlessly kill from a distance like an Immortal, they were utterly shocked.
Liu Yanlan and Liu Jing ducked back into the restaurant, covering their mouths and widening their eyes, too scared to make a sound.
The bullets that sped toward Lin Mo suddenly froze in mid-air about a foot in front of him, as if there was an invisible barrier. Members of the Bloodthirsty Society and Quanzhou City, along with Xiang Yu, were all stunned.
Quanzhou City, who had encountered people from the Martial Arts World, knew that some experts could withstand bullets from a handgun, but blocking an anti-martial bullet in an instant was something else. He suddenly felt a chill in his heart, thinking that if he had known Lin Mo was this formidable, he might not have rashly brought people here.
"Thousand Machine Net!"
Lin Mo's body suddenly released wisps of mist-like threads that spread and entangled around everyone, each individual wrapped with an almost transparent thread. Countless threads combined into a massive fishing net.
All these threads were condensed from True Yuan, seemingly as soft as silk spit by spring silkworms, but in reality, each thread was stronger than steel.
"Collect."
Lin Mo extended his right palm, fingers clenching together. The spread-out threads suddenly contracted, like a fisherman casting a net in the river to capture plump fish. Those threads sliced through each person's body, the unlucky ones were cut in half, and those slightly luckier ones lost an arm. The air filled with the stench of blood, and the street turned crimson.