Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

Lin Mo set down his wine glass and slowly stood up.

”What do you think you’re doing now? This isn’t your time to step in. That’s a big shot from the Chinese Gang of Seattle. Crossing him will get you killed,” Liao Jianyu’s face turned red as he whispered loudly.

Although everyone wasn’t particularly fond of the pretty boy Lin Mo, there was no need to watch him throw his life away for nothing.

”Man, this guy actually wants to play the hero and save the beauty, tsk tsk.”

”I bet he’ll be beaten to a cripple soon.”

”Ah, everyone wants to be a hero, but you need to have the muscle to back it up.”

The other employees of Baoli Company looked at Lin Mo with pity in their eyes.

”Lin Mo?”

Huo Nan and Song Min saw Lin Mo approaching and simultaneously widened their eyes, showing a hint of surprise.

Although both girls were aware of Lin Mo’s connection with the mysterious Miss Su, like Miss Su, who was a high-level figure, Lin Mo’s association with her was quite superficial. They had just happened to meet at the party yesterday, and Miss Su had casually offered help.

Even if Lin Mo were to beg Miss Su now, she probably wouldn’t help him.

”Hmm?”

Huo Yongyue frowned in amazement, watching Lin Mo. Earlier, when Lin Mo and Song Min had entered, he had only glanced over casually, as Lin Mo was just an employee of Baoli Company and didn’t warrant his attention.

”Bullying a woman, what kind of man does that make you?” Lin Mo stood in front of Huo Yongyue, looking down on him with a cold expression.

”Who are you?” Huo Yongyue furrowed his brows tightly. Huo Nan was a Huo by name, so he gave her some face, but a mere employee daring to lecture him was out of order.

”Who I am doesn’t matter. Right now, the two of you need to apologize to Mr. Huo and Miss Song, then get the hell out of here,” Lin Mo said indifferently.

Hearing Lin Mo’s words, Huo Yongyue and Tang Zulong were taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter as if they had heard some funny joke.

”Ha ha, do you not know who I am? Daring to talk to me with that tone?” Huo Yongyue suddenly laughed out loud, his eyes showing a ruthless color.

”You’re just a man of the Huo Family, aren’t you? Even the old master of your Huo Family shows me respect, what are you in comparison?” Lin Mo’s eyebrows drew together as he spoke coldly.

Huo Yongyue, hearing this, immediately stood up from the sofa, his eyes glaring furiously, ”Kid, what the hell did you just say? What are you in my eyes, an ant?”

While Lin Mo had then been at the Huo Family in Ancient Capital, Huo Yongyue was overseas, so he had never met Lin Mo and wasn’t aware of his story.

”More or less,” Lin Mo said calmly.

Hearing this, Huo Yongyue’s anger seemed to explode, glaring viciously at Lin Mo, ”Kid, to dare say such things, you truly don’t know how you will die.”

”Huo Jiaming wouldn’t dare talk like that even in front of me,” Lin Mo said, and suddenly slapped Huo Yongyue across the face, sending him flying and crashing to the ground.

Had it not been for the Huo Family’s reputation, that slap would have shattered his skull.

Huo Yongyue lay on the ground, blood flowing from his nose and mouth corners, gasping in pain but still staring viciously at Lin Mo, his eyes full of resentment.

At that moment, Tang Zulong’s face changed completely, showing anger. Standing behind Tang Zulong, two bodyguards immediately stepped forward, glaring fiercely at Lin Mo.

”Kid, you’ve got some martial arts skills,” Tang Zulong squinted his eyes, scrutinizing Lin Mo closely.

How could an ordinary person have such enormous strength, enough to send someone flying with a slap?

”But even so, you shouldn’t cause trouble here and show me no respect,” Tang Zulong continued.

Lin Mo looked at him and said, ”What are you, that I should show you respect?”

With that statement, Tang Zulong’s face changed dramatically.

The other Baoli Company employees were also stunned, initially shocked by Lin Mo slapping Huo Yongyue flying, and now shocked again by Lin Mo’s words.

Daring to challenge Tang Zulong, who was the Dragon Head of the Underground Forces in Seattle.

”This is bad, this is bad. You know Martial Arts, but aren’t you afraid he’ll call dozens over, and those might even have guns?” Liao Jianyu sighed, shaking his head.

After all, in foreign countries, guns are not as tightly controlled as they are domestically.

The other employees were also visibly frightened, fearing that Lin Mo’s offense against Tang Zulong might implicate them as well, with some even crawling under the sofa to avoid potential harm.

Although Huo Nan and Song Min were grateful that Lin Mo stood up for them and knew he knew some Martial Arts, the man before them was still the Dragon Head of Seattle, and it was very possible that his bodyguards were carrying weapons.

”This arrogant fellow, I won’t let you get away unscathed today to show you who owns Seattle,” Tang Zulong slammed his hand on the sofa, unable to contain his anger.

No sooner had he spoken than two bodyguards charged at Lin Mo, their leg whips lashing out instantly.

”Bang bang!”

But before they realized what was happening, they were already flying backward, crashing into the coffee table, ashtrays, tissues, cigars, and champagne scattered everywhere, and the wine bottle spun around on the floor.

”How, how is this possible?” Tang Zulong’s eyes widened, unable to believe what he was seeing.

Both bodyguards, being ex-mercenaries, were agile and trained for three hours a day at the training ground, and they never skipped Martial Arts practice. Even if they faced more than a dozen hooligans, those would be no match for them.

But now, it seemed they were sent flying before even touching Lin Mo’s body, and Tang Zulong was shocked. However, as a major leader of the Chinese circle in Seattle, he quickly regained his composure, pulled a small-caliber American pistol from his jacket—known for its great close-range lethality—and aimed it at Lin Mo with a cold laugh, ”I didn’t know your Martial Arts were that good, but I wonder if you can stop my bullet.”

Seeing this, both Song Min and Huo Nan turned pale; both were scientifically educated and knew that no matter how skilled a person was, they couldn’t stop a bullet.

Baolai’s employees were so frightened they didn’t dare breathe, and some even wet their pants, their legs shaking like sieves.

”Those who offend me, always die a miserable death,” Tang Zulong’s eyes showed ruthlessness as he suddenly pulled the trigger.

”Bang!”

At that sound, everyone closed their eyes, afraid to see Lin Mo’s brain burst open.

After a moment, when everyone opened their eyes, they were stunned, mouths agape, drawing in a cool breath.

Lin Mo was still standing in his spot, but in front of him, a brass-colored bullet was suspended in mid-air, the tip of it creating ripples, as if blocked by an invisible wall.

”What, what is going on?” Tang Zulong’s eyes bulged as if he had seen a ghost, ”You are a Superpower User.”

With a ”clatter,” the bullet fell to the ground.

Just as Lin Mo was about to make his move to kill Tang Zulong, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open.

Several black-clad bodyguards entered one after another, with a stern demeanor, clearly professionally trained.

The faces of Baoli Company’s staff and Huo Nan, Song Min, and others changed again. Had Tang Zulong brought reinforcements?