Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Wang Daba sensed danger.

He gripped the ghost-head knife tightly, his muscles tense, staring intently at Lin Mo.

However, in the blink of an eye...

Lin Mo has disappeared!

What about people? !

Before he could even think, Lin Mo's figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

So fast!

Wang Daba was terrified and instinctively wanted to back away.

But the body can't keep up with the speed of thought.

Lin Mo's right leg was already raised, and his qi and blood power instantly flowed into his foot.

Finished!

At that moment, Wang Daba even saw the air slightly distorted in front of Lin Mo's toes.

The target is still that familiar area.

*Snap!*

A sudden, loud cracking sound of metal breaking rang out.

Immediately following was a muffled thud.

"puff……"

Wang Daba's eyes bulged outwards instantly, as if they were about to jump out of their sockets.

He opened his mouth wide, but no sound came out; only a stream of white foam mixed with gastric juices oozed from the corner of his mouth.

The dagger in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

Then his knees buckled, and he collapsed heavily to the ground, curling up into a ball and convulsing violently.

The entire courtyard was deathly silent.

Qin Ruxue stared at Lin Mo in astonishment, her mouth slightly open but unable to utter a word.

She could accept it if Lin Mo had previously knocked Wang Erba away.

That kick that pierced through the metal plate was something she simply couldn't understand!

As for the dozens of thugs who were banging on their crotches just a second ago, they were all petrified at this moment.

"I...I'm super..."

One of the underlings spoke up, his voice trembling.

"Kicked...kicked through?"

"That's... the 'Permanent Vajra' deluxe model from Zhang the Blacksmith in Blackwind City!"

"A layer of refined iron as thick as a finger! The boss even paid extra for it to be thickened!"

"My God, what the hell is that a leg? It's a battering ram!"

Everyone's gaze subconsciously shifted from Wang Daba's miserable state to Lin Mo's seemingly ordinary leg.

Then, they all felt a chill between their legs.

"Big brother, are you alright, big brother!"

Wang Erba's shrill voice broke the silence.

He held his pinky finger up in a delicate gesture, his face full of anxiety, and his eyes conveyed a deep sense of empathy, as if saying, "I understand you."

"It must hurt a lot, brother. Just bear with it, it'll pass soon..."

"Waaaaah, I know, I know this feeling best..."

Lin Mo slowly withdrew his right foot, gently stomped the ground, and felt the surging energy of blood and qi within his body.

Breaking through a single realm brings about such earth-shattering changes!

This power, this speed, it's simply a qualitative leap!

He nodded in satisfaction, his gaze sweeping over the group of thugs who were already terrified.

To make a deeper impression on them, Lin Mo deliberately kicked his legs twice more.

call!

call!

Each kick carried a clear, piercing sound.

"Anyone else?" Lin Mo smiled like an innocent, harmless boy, "Want to try my legwork?"

"Whoosh!"

All the thugs simultaneously took a large step back, instinctively covering their groin with their hands.

Their faces were filled with fear and resistance.

Are you kidding me!

Following the big brother is for the sake of living a life of luxury and bullying honest people.

I don't want my happiness for the rest of my life to be turned into a legend by someone else!

This business deal is a total rip-off!

Wang Erba was furious when he saw his cowardly subordinates.

"Charge! All of you, charge! No matter how strong he is, he's only one person! All of you, attack him together and hack him to death!"

However, no matter how much he shouted, no one dared to move.

Some of the clever kids standing in the back row had even started to quietly, step by step, move towards the gate of the courtyard.

"Ouch..."

A thug suddenly clutched his stomach, his face contorted in pain.

"I can't take it anymore! I ate something unclean this morning, my stomach hurts, I need to go to the toilet!"

After saying that, he slipped out of the courtyard without looking back.

His actions seemed to trigger a chain reaction.

"Ouch! My stomach hurts too, big brother, hang in there, I'll be right back!"

"Mine too! There must have been something wrong with the wine last night! Brother Wang, excuse me for a moment!"

In an instant, wails filled the courtyard, and "acute gastroenteritis" seemed to have become a contagious and incurable disease.

Dozens of people disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the scene before him, Wang Erba trembled with rage and began to curse loudly.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

"What use is it for my Overlord Gang to raise a bunch of ungrateful wretches! When it really matters, you're all complete trash!"

He was cursing vehemently when suddenly he felt darkness in his vision as a figure blocked the sunlight.

He looked up and met Lin Mo's ambiguous smile.

Snapped!

A crisp, loud slap.

"You're calling for help, right?" Lin Mo waved his hand.

Snapped!

He slapped her again with his backhand.

"Can you call me one more time?"

Snapped!

The third slap was even harder.

"Shout out! Why aren't you shouting? Have you become mute?"

"Waaah...no...don't hit me..."

Wang Erba was slapped three times until he saw stars and felt dizzy. His face swelled up into a pig's head at a visible speed, and the saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth was tinged with blood.

He covered his face with his hands and pleaded in a tearful voice, "Brother, Grandpa, Grandfather! I was wrong, please don't hit me anymore, or I'll really be turned into mincemeat..."

Lin Mo's raised hand stopped in mid-air.

Wang Erba breathed a sigh of relief.

Snapped!

The fourth slap landed squarely on his face.

"You think you can just say you won't fight and then you won't?"

Lin Mo withdrew his hand, looking annoyed. "Don't I have any dignity?"

After hitting him, he was too lazy to look at the sissy anymore, so he reached out and started groping him in his arms.

"What...what are you doing...?"

Wang Erba's cheek was swollen high as he twisted and turned in a coy manner.

"Why are you touching her! In broad daylight, she's not that kind of person!"

"Holy shit! Can you please stop disgusting me?!"

Lin Mo felt a churning in his stomach and almost vomited up his dinner from the night before.

He forced himself to suppress his nausea, pulled a heavy money bag from Wang Erba's arms, and with a flick of his wrist, the money bag vanished into thin air.

"what?"

Wang Erba looked at his empty hands, rubbed his swollen eyes, and thought he was hallucinating.

"Is there any more?" Lin Mo asked fiercely.

"No... I didn't do anything..."

Wang Erba stood with his hands covering his chest, looking as if he were keeping himself pure.

"vomit!"

Lin Mo couldn't take it anymore, gagged, and decided to let go of this source of mental pollution.

He turned to Wang Daba, who was still convulsing on the ground, and skillfully squatted down to begin the "post-battle cleanup" work.

Wang Daba was in so much pain that his clothes were soaked with cold sweat. The broken pieces of the iron groin guard were deeply embedded in his flesh, and blood was flowing non-stop.

He felt his life was slipping away rapidly.

Upon seeing Lin Mo, a glimmer of hope for survival flashed in Wang Daba's eyes.

"Brother...brother..."

His lips trembled, and his voice was weak, "Quick...quick, take me to the clinic...I...I feel like I can still be saved..."

Lin Mo ignored him and took out a larger money bag and a bunch of brass keys from his body.

He weighed the money pouch in his hand, put it into his storage space with satisfaction, and then shook the key in his hand.

"What's this for?"

"The key to the... Overlord Gang's...treasure vault..."

The light in Wang Daba's eyes shone even brighter.

"Brother, listen to me, as long as you take me to the clinic... you can... pick whatever you want from the treasure vault! I'll give you half! No! Seventy percent!"

Lin Mo looked at him as if he were an idiot.

"Have you been beaten senseless?"

"If I don't take you to the clinic, isn't everything in your Overlord Gang's treasury mine?"

"you!"

Wang Daba couldn't catch his breath and rolled his eyes in anger.

"Kid! Leave yourself a way out, you might regret it later..."

"Bang!"

Lin Mo was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, so he kicked him in the stomach.

Wang Daba's next words all turned into a painful groan.

Done and that's it.

Lin Mo stood up, clapped his hands, and turned his gaze to the courtyard gate.

There, a few daring neighbors were peeking out to watch the spectacle.

"You guys!" Lin Mo shouted to them, "Come and lend a hand!"

The men were startled and turned to run away.

Watching the spectacle is one thing, but getting involved in this kind of江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the martial arts world) feud is quite another!

"run!?"

Lin Mo's voice suddenly turned cold.

"Try running one more step! I can tell exactly which company you belong to!"

"I don't have many redeeming qualities, except for a great memory and a particularly vengeful one! Don't blame me for 'visiting' each and every one of your homes later!"

Upon hearing this, several figures who had already run halfway froze instantly.

They returned with long faces and dejected heads.

Lin Mo casually took out a few pieces of silver from his spatial storage and tossed them to the group.

"I won't let you work for nothing."

He pointed to Wang Erba, who was sitting in a bamboo chair.

"Carry him up, he'll come with me in a bit."

After giving the instructions here, Lin Mo turned around and called into the house, "Sisters-in-law, let's go open the blind boxes!"