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

"Bang--!"

The second gunshot rang out, even more piercing than the first.

This is what Chen Chong has set his sights on this time.

It's between Lin Mo's eyebrows!

However, just as the flames were about to erupt...

Lin Mo moved.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, his figure suddenly closing in.

"puff!"

The scorching iron ball missed his forehead but instead pierced his left shoulder.

Flesh and blood torn apart.

A piercing pain, mixed with the burning sensation of gunpowder, instantly swept over my entire body.

[Resilience] operates frantically, forcibly suppressing the iron ball from penetrating deeper into the flesh.

But this pain is nothing compared to the impending rage.

Lin Mo's figure.

They had already appeared in front of Chen Chong.

Before Chen Chong's face could fully bloom with ecstasy, a cold face was reflected in his pupils.

And, a sharp pain coming from my groin.

"Groin kick!!!"

"Awooo—!!!!"

A piercing scream tore through the silent night sky.

Chen Chong curled up like a shrimp, his eyes bulging, and saliva and tears gushed out uncontrollably.

He felt it was his most precious treasure.

It was smashed.

That sense of emptiness, which transcended pain, made him feel as if he had fallen into an inescapable hell!

Lin Mo gave him no chance to catch his breath.

"Snap!"

"Snap!"

Two more crisp cracking sounds of bones breaking were heard.

He crushed both wrists with his foot.

"ah--!!"

"My hand! My hand!"

Chen Chong was in so much pain that he rolled around on the ground like a writhing maggot.

Lin Mo looked at the bloody hole in his left shoulder.

My clothes were soaked in blood, sticking to me like glue, and my shoulder burned with pain.

The iron pellet was still embedded in his flesh, and every breath he took aggravated the wound, causing him to wince in pain.

"Ouch...that really hurts."

Lin Mo squatted down, picked up the two still-warm hidden pistols from the ground, and weighed them in his hands.

Made of brass, it is exquisitely crafted and even engraved with intricate patterns.

"nice one."

Lin Mo played with the weapon, then pressed the dark muzzle against Chen Chong's forehead.

Chen Chong's howling stopped abruptly.

"No...don't kill me..."

His voice trembled and became incoherent, completely devoid of its previous arrogance.

"My father is Chen Wanjin... If you kill me, he... he won't let you get away with it!"

Even at this point, they're still moving their father.

Lin Mo was so angry he laughed.

He hadn't originally planned to kill Chen Chong now; he was an excellent bargaining chip to threaten Chen Wanjin, and killing him would be a great waste.

Besides, the hidden gun wasn't even reloaded with iron pellets, so what's the point of killing anyone?

Lin Mo nudged Chen Chong with his toe.

"I know, your dad isn't going to let me off the hook."

"What a coincidence."

"I have no intention of letting your father off the hook either."

After saying that, Lin Mo stuffed the two hidden pistols into his clothes, then ignored Chen Chong's grumbling and turned to walk towards the carts.

There were seven or eight flatbed carts, each wrapped tightly in thick tarpaulin.

Lin Mo casually tore open a corner, revealing a large wooden box neatly stacked inside.

He smashed the brass lock on a box, but there was no gold or silver jewelry, nor any fine silks or satins inside.

Instead, they were long, rectangular packages wrapped in oiled paper.

What is that?

Why make it so mysterious?

Lin Mo curiously tore open an oil paper package, and a pungent smell of sulfur and saltpeter mixed together instantly entered his nostrils.

He picked up a small pinch of black powder, rubbed it between his fingertips, and then brought it to his nose to smell it.

With his meager knowledge of chemistry from his previous life, a word suddenly exploded in his mind.

gunpowder?!

This is strictly controlled military supplies.

Lin Mo finally understood.

Chen Wanjin's business was far more complex than just salt and iron.

Salt and iron are only what is out in the open.

This gunpowder smuggling, which could cost him his life, was his real means of making huge profits!

Lin Mo no longer hesitated, and a thought arose in his mind.

System space, take it!

He walked up to the first cart and gently placed his palm on the wooden box.

The next second, the heavy wooden crate vanished into thin air.

Chen Chong, who was still groaning on the ground, happened to look up and see this moment.

He stared wide-eyed in disbelief and rubbed his eyes hard.

Something?

Where's the box?!

Is it a magic trick?

Before he could even understand what was happening, Lin Mo's hand was already on the second box.

Swish!

It's gone again!

The third one, the fourth one...

Chen Chong stared at the scene before him, which was completely beyond his comprehension, his jaw agape as if it had been dislocated.

The boxes on the cart disappeared one by one before his eyes.

What the hell is going on?!

Soon, Lin Mo had "signed for" all the boxes on the seven or eight carts.

The empty cart looked particularly desolate under the cold moonlight.

Lin Mo clapped his hands, walked to Chen Chong with satisfaction, and lifted him up from the ground.

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

Chen Chong's voice trembled violently, with a faint sob in it.

He completely broke down.

It is impossible to understand what is happening before our eyes using any common sense.

How... did the thing just disappear out of thin air?

"What are you doing?"

"Take Young Master Chen home."

Lin Mo smiled in a harmless manner.

"Go back to my home."

……

Dingbei Prefecture.

When Qin Ruxue led thirty elite guards back to Dingbei Prefecture at breakneck speed, her heart was in her throat.

Fortunately, the vermilion gate was still tightly closed.

Everything seems to be normal.

But she had just dismounted and hadn't even had a chance to catch her breath.

A flurry of footsteps came from the other end of the long street.

Firelight.

The dense array of torches bathed the entire long street in red light.

A dark mass of people, wielding gleaming steel knives, exuding murderous intent, headed straight for Dingbei Prefecture.

The man in the lead was Chen Wanjin.

A chill ran up Qin Ruxue's spine, making her limbs feel icy cold.

so close!

It really was just a tiny bit off.

If I had returned even half a minute later, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

That bastard Lin Mo...

He was right again.

"Quick! Close the door!"

"Everyone, prepare to fight!"

Without time to think, Qin Ruxue gave the order sternly.

The guards inside the mansion reacted extremely quickly. The moment Qin Ruxue and her men rushed in, they worked together to close the heavy gate again and braced it with several thick bolts.

"Manager Wang!"

Qin Ruxue looked around. In addition to the thirty elite soldiers she had brought back, there were also dozens of guards responsible for daily security.

"Second Madam!"

Manager Wang scrambled over, his old face deathly pale with fright.

"Immediately take all the servants, maids, and dozens of guards from the manor and retreat to the backyard!"

"Gather everyone together and lock the door to the backyard!"

Qin Ruxue's voice was frighteningly calm.

"No one is allowed to come out without my order! Do you understand?!"

"Understood! Understood!"

Manager Wang dared not utter a word of nonsense and immediately organized his men to evacuate to the backyard.

Soon, only Qin Ruxue and the thirty elite soldiers she brought back remained in the huge front yard.

Everyone gripped their weapons tightly, huddled together, and formed a small defensive formation.

The heavy breathing could be clearly heard in the quiet courtyard.

"boom!"

"BOOM!!"

Outside the mansion, the loud banging on the gate echoed one after another, each impact causing the entire mansion to tremble.

A clear crack had appeared between the two large doors, and wood chips were constantly flying everywhere.

at last.

"boom--!!"

With a loud crash, the two heavy doors were forcefully smashed open.

Amidst the rising dust.

Chen Wanjin led more than 300 members of the Black Tiger Gang, surging in like a flood bursting its banks.