I just got divorced, and a rich and beautiful woman dragged me to get a marriage certificate.

The corridor was a mess.

Liu Xin was knocked to the ground, curled up in a corner, her face and nose covered in blood.

His clothes were torn, and his chest and shoulders were covered in vomit, making him look filthy.

A man with dyed yellow hair was kicking Liu Xin's leg.

Another man, wearing a floral shirt, was grabbing Liu Xin's hair and lifting his face upwards.

"Are you blind? Do you know who we are? How dare you push me?"

"Believe it or not, I'll have someone kill you, you piece of trash!"

Liu Xin was beaten so badly she couldn't speak; she just covered her head and curled up in a ball.

Chen Mo's blood rushed to his head, and he rushed forward in three steps, grabbed the floral shirt, and pulled it backward.

Before the man in the floral shirt could react, he was thrown out, his head hitting the corridor wall before sliding limply to the ground.

"Who the hell are you?"

Huang Mao was stunned for a moment, and Chen Mo punched him in the face.

The blond-haired man's nose was broken, blood gushed out, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

With just two punches, the blond guy and the man in the floral shirt were both knocked to the ground.

Chen Mo ignored the two of them and went over to help Liu Xin up: "Old Liu, are you alright?"

Liu Xin had blood trickling from the corner of her mouth and bruises around her eyes. When she saw Chen Mo, she managed a weak smile.

"Old Chen... you've gotten yourself into trouble again..."

Chen Mo waved his hand and glanced at Liu Xin's injury.

The injuries were superficial and not serious, but the beating was quite severe.

Chen Mo snorted and looked at the blond guy and the man in the floral shirt.

The man in the floral shirt had already gotten up, clutching the back of his head, his arrogant expression still lingering.

Pointing at Chen Mo, he was both shocked and furious: "You dare hit me? Do you know who I am?"

I don't fucking care who you are!

Chen Mo raised his hand and slapped her hard.

Snapped!

The man in the floral shirt was spun around by the fan, and two teeth flew out of his mouth and landed on the ground.

He covered his face, staring at Chen Mo with eyes full of terror: "You...you...you..."

Just then.

Hurried footsteps came from the end of the corridor, and several security guards in uniform ran over.

Upon seeing the floral shirt and blond-haired man curled up on the ground, the security guards' expressions changed repeatedly.

"What happened?"

The head of security stared at Chen Mo and shouted in a deep voice, "Who's causing trouble here?"

The man in the floral shirt covered his face, which was swollen like a pig's head, and staggered to his feet. Pointing at Chen Mo, he shouted wildly:

"You've come at the right time! Kill this bastard!"

The security captain glanced at the floral shirt, then at Chen Mo, and stood still.

The security guards behind him took a half step back.

They're not blind; they know perfectly well how the two people on the ground ended up.

These ruthless people only earn a few thousand yuan a month; they don't need to risk their lives.

Seeing that they didn't move, the man in the floral shirt stomped his feet in anger: "I'm a friend of your CEO Lin! You're not even listening to me?"

A hint of embarrassment flashed across the security captain's face.

We can't ignore Mr. Lin's face, but this person in front of us looks like someone not to be trifled with.

Letting them provide support is fine, but what about actually taking action?

That's ridiculous!

"Who's causing trouble here?"

At that moment, a middle-aged man with an earring walked over from the end of the corridor.

He glanced at the blond-haired man lying on the ground, then looked at the man in the floral shirt, his brows furrowing: "Young Master Zhao, what exactly happened?"

The man in the floral shirt, as if seeing a savior, pointed at Chen Mo and exclaimed:

"Brother Lin! This little punk dared to hit me! Look at my face, I've even lost two teeth!"

"Hurry up and have someone break both his legs, so he knows the consequences of offending me!"

The middle-aged man called Brother Lin glanced at the floral shirt, his brows furrowing even deeper.

He'd been hanging around this street for over a decade; he'd seen it all.

The young man in front of me didn't run away after hitting someone; he just stood there, neither humble nor arrogant.

Either he's an idiot.

Either they don't take these people seriously at all.

It's best to avoid offending such people before their identities are fully investigated.

Brother Lin waved his hand: "Young Master Zhao, we're all here to have fun, it wouldn't be good if blood were to be spilled."

"How about this!"

Brother Lin said, "Let them kneel down and kowtow to Young Master Zhao a few times to apologize, and we'll call it even. What do you say?"

The man in the floral shirt hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Alright, for your sake, Brother Lin, I'll let them off this time!"

As he spoke, he looked at Chen Mo, his chin held high. Although his face was swollen like a pig's head, his arrogance remained undiminished.

"Did you hear me? Kneel down and kowtow ten times, call me 'Grandpa' ten times, and I'll let this matter go!"

Lin Ge looked at Chen Mo, his voice turning cold: "What are you still standing there for? Kneel down!"

"Two idiots!"

Chen Mo ignored the two people and turned to Liu Xin, asking, "What exactly happened?"

Liu Xin wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her face full of indignation, and pointed at the floral shirt, angrily saying:

"I came out of the bathroom, and that bastard just walked in and threw up all over me!"

"I was so angry that I pushed him, and he wouldn't let it go, he even called people to beat me up!"

"Oh shit!"

"I've never seen such an arrogant person in my entire life! They threw up all over me and still think they're right!"

At this moment, Brother Lin's face darkened.

No one on this street had ever dared to disrespect him like this, and he was furious.

"I gave you a chance, but since you don't know how to cherish it, don't blame me for being impolite."

The guy in the floral shirt jumped up and down behind Chen Mo, pointing at him and yelling, "Brother Lin, why waste your breath on them! Have someone break their legs!"

This time, Brother Lin didn't say anything more, and waved his hand dismissively:

"Dashan, break both their legs!"

"Yes, boss!"

A burly man stood behind Brother Lin and stepped forward.

He was at least two meters tall, wearing a black vest, and his arms were thicker than Chen Mo's thighs.

He has a blue dragon tattooed on his left arm, with the dragon's head extending from his shoulder to his wrist.

He had a white tiger tattooed on his right arm, its mouth wide open, fangs bared, looking extremely ferocious.

Da Shan twisted his neck, making a cracking sound.

Upon seeing this guy, Liu Xin's face turned green, and he exclaimed:

"Old Chen! Don't worry about me, run! Run! Every person who can escape is a chance to get caught up in this, don't let me get you caught up in it!"

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

Chen Mo glanced at the burly man and said disdainfully, "A piece of trash like him can't scare me!"

Upon hearing this, Da Shan's face darkened, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes: "You're asking for death, kid!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Dashan strode forward, each step making a loud thud on the floor.

His right fist, brimming with power, hurtled straight toward Chen Mo's face with a whistling sound.

The punch was heavy and powerful, but Chen Mo didn't even dodge. He took half a step forward with his left foot, retracted his right fist, and then...

He swung it out fiercely!

Upon seeing this, Da Shan's face immediately revealed a ferocious smile.

With such small arms and legs, how dare they go head-to-head with him?

It's really overpowering!

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