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

"Aaaaaah! Lin Mo! I'll curse your ancestors!"

After reading the note, Chen Chong went completely mad, like an enraged wild boar, drawing his sword and about to charge out.

"Dad! If I don't chop him into mincemeat today, I'm not a Chen!"

"stop!"

Chen Wanjin's voice carried a chilling air of authority.

The composure and calculation on his face had vanished, replaced by a bottomless, icy pool.

He finally understood.

He was wrong from the very beginning.

The opponent never considered playing defensively or countering each move.

While he was still leisurely arranging all this, the other party's knife had already pierced his heart!

What a Lin Mo!

What a useless young master.

"Dad! What are we waiting for! He's already shitting on our heads!"

Chen Chong was so anxious he was jumping up and down.

Chen Wanjin ignored him and continued questioning his confidant.

How many of them are there?

"Very many, and well-equipped!"

Chen Wanjin nodded, then turned to ask another leader.

"What's the current situation with the warehouse in the dilapidated temple west of the city?"

The leader was taken aback and quickly replied:

"Don't worry, boss, everything's fine over there. I just sent someone to check!"

"rest assured?"

Chen Wanjin let out a cold laugh, a laugh filled with self-mockery and murderous intent.

"You think they stopped after attacking just one warehouse?"

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent, a chill running down their spines.

Chen Wanjin's brain was working at lightning speed, and a series of commands came out of his mouth.

"Third brother!"

"exist!"

A burly leader with a fierce face hurriedly stepped forward.

"Take a hundred brothers and march on this dilapidated temple in the west of the city with great fanfare!"

"Remember, the bigger the commotion, the better! Let the whole town know we've gone to the ruined temple!"

Although Chen Chong was impulsive, he wasn't stupid, and he understood immediately.

This is a feint!

"Father, what about me?"

Chen Chong stepped forward and asked.

"Chong'er, take a few trusted men and go to 'Drunken Wind Pavilion' immediately. Move all the goods there out of there, leave not a single hair behind!"

"Yes!" Chen Chong accepted the order.

"As for the rest of you, come with me."

The sinister smile of an old fox reappeared on Chen Wanjin's face as he spoke, word by word.

"Lin Mo sent all the elites from his family to play with me."

"Then his stronghold is empty, isn't it?"

A murderous glint flashed in Chen Wanjin's eyes.

"So, we're not going to the warehouse, and we're not going to the casino."

"To Dingbei Prefecture!"

"Tonight, I'll wipe out the entire Lin family, leaving not a single one alive!"

……

West of the city, on the road to the ruined temple.

Qin Ruxue, accompanied by thirty elite guards, moved like a red whirlwind, stirring up a trail of dust.

They had just raided the dock's armory and made a great haul, and their morale was high.

But Qin Ruxue felt inexplicably uneasy.

She looked up at the sun that was about to sink below the horizon, and Lin Mo's parting words flashed through her mind.

"Before nightfall, you must lead your men back to Dingbei Prefecture."

"As long as there are no problems in Dingbei Prefecture, I can go all out and get things done."

This guy, though usually unserious, has never made a mistake in his judgment at crucial moments.

"Stop!"

Qin Ruxue suddenly pulled on the reins.

"Qin Tou?" The head of the guards beside him looked puzzled.

"We're not going to the ruined temple!"

A resolute look flashed across Qin Ruxue's heroic face.

"Everyone turn around and head back to Dingbei Prefecture!"

……

South of the city, Zuifeng Tower.

As one of the most prestigious restaurants in Blackwind City, it was now a bustling scene of lights coming on, people singing and dancing.

The back alley, separated from the bustling front yard by only one wall, was deathly silent.

Lin Mo was like a cheetah lurking in the darkness, concealing his aura and blending into the shadows.

His gaze was fixed on the tightly closed gate to the backyard.

The backyard of Zuifeng Tower was quiet.

But with his extraordinary hearing, Lin Mo was able to detect the deliberately lowered footsteps and furtive conversations inside the courtyard.

There's definitely something fishy going on here.

Just as he was about to climb over the wall to find out what was going on, a series of hurried footsteps approached from afar.

Lin Mo's figure flashed, disappearing completely into the deeper darkness.

A young man dressed in fine clothes, surrounded by a group of people, hurried to the back gate.

There were seven or eight people following behind him.

Their temples were bulging, and their steps were light; they were clearly skilled in martial arts.

The young man knocked rhythmically on the courtyard gate a few times.

"Squeak—"

The heavy wooden door opened a crack, and the group slipped inside.

Lin Mo's eyes turned cold.

After waiting for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

The backyard door opened again.

Seven or eight burly men pushed several carts covered with thick tarpaulins out of the back door, creaking and groaning, before quickly turning into a quieter alley.

A faint, strange smell lingered in the air.

Without saying a word, Lin Mo quietly followed.

The alleyways under the cover of night are winding and labyrinthine.

The cart convoy moved quickly, clearly intending to take advantage of the darkness to transport the goods somewhere.

The convoy turned into a narrow, deserted alley.

This is a blind spot, but also an excellent place for killing.

The burly man at the back of the group felt a chill run down his neck.

Before he could even utter a muffled groan, he was dragged into the darkness by a tremendous force.

"Click."

A faint cracking sound was perfectly masked by the rolling of the wheels.

Lin Mo's figure moved as close as a wisp of smoke.

the second.

The third.

The whole process was lightning fast and completely silent.

It wasn't until all seven or eight burly men had fallen that Chen Chong, who was walking at the front, belatedly stopped.

"Hurry up, all of you! What are you dawdling for...?"

He turned around cursing, but the rest of the words got stuck in his throat.

The alley was deserted, with only a pile of parked carts remaining.

Everyone had vanished without a trace.

"who!"

Chen Chong shouted sharply, drew the short knife from his waist, and warily scanned the surrounding darkness.

silence.

Silence as death.

Only the pale moonlight stretched his shadow long, making it twist eerily on the ground.

Fear crept up his ankles and gripped his heart.

"You charlatan! Get your ass out here!"

Chen Chong roared, his voice sharp but his heart filled with fear.

Although he was a playboy, he had been in many real fights and knew that being afraid at this moment meant he had already lost half the battle.

"I don't care who you are, you can't touch this shipment!"

"My father is Chen Wanjin!"

Chen Chong brought up his biological father's name.

This was the source of his confidence to roam freely in Blackwind City, and also his powerful talisman.

"Oh?"

A light, airy voice suddenly came from behind him.

Lin Mo, who had just been about to twist his neck, withdrew his hand.

We caught a big fish.

Holy crap!

Chen Chong felt his hair stand on end, as if a ghost was standing behind him, and he was so scared that his soul almost flew away.

Without a second thought, he turned around and swung his sword wildly behind him.

This was the fastest and most ruthless strike he had ever made in his life.

He used all his strength.

However, the sound of a blade piercing flesh, which I had imagined, did not come.

"Snapped!"

Chen Chong felt a sharp pain in his wrist!

The dagger had already flown out of his hand.

He clutched his wrist and backed away repeatedly.

“Who…who are you?”

Chen Chong's voice trembled.

He didn't recall Blackwind City having such a skilled fighter.

Who I am is not important.

"The important thing is, I know who you are now."

Lin Mo's smile grew even brighter, appearing somewhat eerie in the pale moonlight.

Chen Chong stared intently at the excessively young face before him, something flashing through his mind like lightning.

"You, you're Lin Mo!"

Chen Chong finally realized what was happening and understood his dangerous situation.

What happened today wasn't a robbery at all; it was a precise, targeted killing.

run.

Must run!

He roared and suddenly pulled a heavy money bag from his pocket, throwing it at Lin Mo's face.

"Go to hell!"

Money attack!

Lin Mo instinctively dodged to the side.

We've fallen for their trap!

The moment the money pouch flew out, something slipped out of Chen Chong's left sleeve.

It was a uniquely shaped brass object, about the size of a palm.

It was engraved with intricate patterns, and the dark muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at Lin Mo.

A hidden gun!

This thing was a life-saving artifact that Chen Wanjin acquired from a merchant in the Western Regions at a high price.

It is extremely powerful; at close range, it can penetrate iron plates.

"Bang--!"

A deafening explosion rang out in the narrow alley!

With a flash of fire, a scorching hot iron ball, carrying the aura of death, hurtled straight toward Lin Mo's face!

Too close!

At this distance, there's no way to avoid it!

Lin Mo's pupils contracted sharply, and his body reacted with lightning speed, abruptly tilting his head to one side.

"Pfft!"

The scorching iron ball grazed his cheek, leaving a trail of blood and a deep bullet hole in the wall.

A tearing pain spread from my cheek throughout my body.

"Hahahaha! Die, you bastard!"

Chen Chong was overjoyed at his successful strike.

He knew Lin Mo was exceptionally skilled, so smashing the money bag was a ruse; his real intention was to launch a sneak attack with a hidden pistol.

He suddenly took a step back to create distance, while raising his other hand.

An identical hidden pistol appeared in his right hand.

Dual-wielding!

The dark muzzle of the gun was now firmly aimed at Lin Mo's forehead.

"Useless trash! So what if you're a good fighter? You'll still die in front of my firearms!"

"Bang--!"