Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

Li Mingjun’s only hint of a smile suddenly froze on his face, and he immediately raised his head, his eyes carrying a trace of coldness, staring at the young man standing before him.

And Lin Shanshan, who stood beside Lin Mo, had her mind tainted by Du Li and Ma Yan and knew that Li Mingjun’s family was an offshoot of the powerful Sanhe Consortium of Han Country. Seeing Lin Mo standing up for her augmented her worry.

The influence of the Sanhe Consortium in global finance was absolutely incomparable to the Lin Family, and even the Qu Family and Su Family would look small in front of Sanhe’s financial power.

Thinking of this, Lin Shanshan felt a bit sour in her heart. Her soft, pale hand gripped Lin Mo’s, giving it a tight squeeze, hoping he wouldn’t antagonize such a powerful enemy for her sake.

Lin Mo seemed to have long understood Lin Shanshan’s thoughts; he instead squeezed her small hand and gave her a sunny smile, filled with confidence and determination.

”My friend, who are you?” Li Mingjun did not rage or get angry as expected; instead, his stiffened face surprisingly showed a faint smile.

This was the difference between a wealthy second-generation and a real scion of a major family—unflustered by insult or praise, even possessing an air of having everything under control.

Most people around were seasoned business figures; seeing Li Mingjun maintaining his composure even after being insulted made them regard him more highly.

As for Lin Mo, people did not seem as surprised or astonished as one would expect.

A girlfriend marrying a rich second-generation, then the poor boyfriend stepping in to stop it—such a scenario was a common theme in dramas, novels, and movies.

However, the suit Lin Mo wore was crumpled, and he seemed quite ordinary—this boyfriend was clearly too poor, at least many pretty young women at the party showed disdain and scorn in their eyes when looking at him.

The two Han Country individuals standing behind Li Mingjun had their eyes wide and fierce, staring intensely at Lin Mo.

”I said get lost, or die here.”

Lin Mo spoke indifferently, as if he talked about something trivial.

Even though Li Mingjun had great self-control, he could not help but let the smile fade, his handsome and gentle face taking on a sharp coldness, with his sword-like eyebrows slightly raised.

”Mr. Li Mingjun…”

Right then, Du Li and Ma Yan, along with Du Feiyu, Du Jie, and others, finally rushed over.

”Mr. Du, I need an explanation from you. Who is this person?” Li Mingjun stared at Lin Mo, his slightly squinted eyes flickering with cold light.

Du Li was drenched in cold sweat, terrified out of his wits, fortunate to have arrived.

”Mr. Li Mingjun, he... he’s just Shanshan’s cousin. This is all a misunderstanding,” Du Li hurriedly bent over and said, adopting a rather humble posture.

Though the Du Family was one of the three great families of Xiazhou, they lacked the backing of Martial Arts Sects or Magic Masters. In essence, they were a paper tiger. Now, with their funds not circulating and under attack by the Wei Family and He Family, making survival difficult, the Du Family had to secure an alliance with Li Mingjun’s family through marriage.

In this way, even the Wei Family, known among Martial Arts Families, would fear the Du Family somewhat.

Such a crucial matter—how could Du Li let Lin Mo ruin it?

”Lin Mo, I can agree to any demand of yours, but you must leave now,” Du Li turned, staring at Lin Mo and whispered sternly.

Lin Mo stood there, holding Lin Shanshan, almost catching the gaze of everyone present.

Standing outside the crowd, Han Qingzi covered her mouth with both hands, her crystal-clear eyes showing a trace of disbelief. Lin Mo was Lin Shanshan’s cousin, and he had come to settle scores with Li Mingjun’s family and the Du Family.

”Wuxue, what do you think Lin Mo will do?” Han Qingzi asked He Wuxue.

Why Han Qingzi asked this was because, had it been someone else, she believed that given Lin Mo’s resolute nature, he would definitely cripple the other party right away.

But the other party was the scion of a super-major family in Han Country, backed by the massive Sanhe Consortium of Han Country. If Li Mingjun were really crippled, it would truly be stirring up big trouble.

He Wuxue shook her head.

Han Qingzi patted her chest, letting out a sigh of relief, ”I knew it, Li Mingjun’s family is so powerful. If Lin Mo isn’t foolish, he would certainly not want to offend Li Mingjun’s family lightly.”

”No, what I meant was, if he really doesn’t leave, Lin Mo might actually kill him,” He Wuxue said softly, her willow leaf eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Han Qingzi froze on the spot, remembering the incident that happened by the seaside that night. If that person was really Lin Mo, then he was like an Immortal. Would an Immortal fear mortals?

In that battle, He Wuxue was present and witnessed Lin Mo summoning fire, swinging his sword light to slash the sea, almost toppling the ocean just like a War God descended from heaven, his demeanor peerless. How could he fear a mere mortal family?

Du Li and Ma Yan both stared at Lin Mo, their eyes filled with worry, anger, hatred, and more prominently, fear and dread.

Lin Mo didn’t even glance at Du Li, directly addressing Li Mingjun, ”I’m giving you another chance, get lost.”

”Asshole!”

Despite Li Mingjun’s cultivated demeanor, he couldn’t help but get angry, stood up abruptly, and stared straight at Lin Mo, ”Boy, if you dare insult me again, I will kill you.”

Lin Mo raised his hand and fiercely aimed a strike at the top of Li Mingjun’s skull, having already given him a chance.

A cold and piercing killing aura burst forth from Lin Mo. Standing behind him, Du Li and Ma Yan were shocked to the core, having not expected Lin Mo to actually make a move.

”Stop!”

At this moment, the man standing behind Li Mingjun erupted with a radiant light from his eyes, drew his Long Blade, and with a flash of cold light, slashed at Lin Mo’s hand.

No one expected such a turn of events to occur. These high-society individuals, unaccustomed to such a display, thought Lin Mo’s hand was going to be severed when suddenly a metallic clashing sound was heard.

Lin Mo had actually used his palm to break the Long Blade of the man from Han Country. Without pausing for even a second, his hand landed directly on Li Mingjun’s head, causing him to violently hit the ground and die instantly.

Even in death, Li Mingjun couldn’t believe that Lin Mo would kill him.

The entire banquet hall was silent as winter snow, everyone staring wide-eyed in disbelief.

Han Qingzi covered her mouth, her innocent eyes wide with fear she might inadvertently scream.

Lin Mo’s slap seemed to sweep away an annoying fly, his expression as indifferent as before. However, Du Li and Ma Yan’s faces turned ashen; they were truly doomed now that Lin Mo had killed Li Mingjun.

As for Du Feiyu, Du Jie, and a group of others, they trembled uncontrollably, their minds a complete blank.

For Lin Mo to injure Wei Ya and Du Chengwen was a minor issue, but now he had killed Li Mingjun right in front of everyone. Li Mingjun’s family would undoubtedly be outraged, and things could even reach the Sanhe Group, making the situation even worse. Wei Ya and Du Chengwen combined weren’t as significant as a single finger of Li Mingjun.