Zhai Fei's pupils shrank when he heard what Hei Long said, and he recalled so of the vague words from Boss Zhou. Hei Long was backed by a real wealthy family, possessing assets worth tens of billions, and even the mayor had to show them the utmost respect.
"Lin Mo, you should just apologize to Brother Long. No matter how good you are at fighting, Brother Long has Martial Arts Masters under him, and with the Yan Family backing him, we can't afford to offend them," said Zhai Fei, his face pale.
"The Yan Family has to bow in front of , what is he?" Lin Mo replied coldly.
Hearing Lin Mo's words, Hei Long clenched his teeth, shaking with anger, and said, "Fine, if you have the guts, just wait, I want to see just who you think you are."
"What's all the noise?" Just at that mont, a cold voice suddenly ca from the entrance of the private room.
Hei Long turned his head and saw a sharply dressed young man and an old man wearing a black jacket with centipede motifs at the door. His face imdiately changed, and he respectfully called out, "Master Wei! Master Yin!"
Zhai Fei, Liu Xuan, and others didn't know the identity of the elder, but they were well aware that the young man held an extraordinary position around here.
Upon seeing everyone in the private room, Yan Wei turned his gaze to Lin Mo, and his pupils shrank slightly. He had heard about Lin Mo in Jiangzhou and had had a chance encounter with him.
Such a big shot was not soone even their family dared to provoke, let alone a re wealthy heir like him.
Yan Wei pushed past Hei Long, walked up to Lin Mo with a bow, and respectfully greeted, "Mr. Lin."
"And you are?" Lin Mo didn't recognize him, hence the question.
"Mr. Lin, I had the fortune of seeing you once in Jiangzhou. It's normal that soone like you wouldn't rember . Hei Long is one of my n; he has caused trouble due to my lack of supervision, and for that, I apologize to you."
Yan Wei glared at Hei Long resentfully. Offending such a big shot wasn't scary because he could kill Hei Long without fear, but what was terrifying was Lin Mo's decisive nature. If it implicated the Yan Family, he would likely be kicked out and go from being a top-tier rich heir to a commoner.
Hei Long was stunned. The Yan Family was a powerful and influential family, and even the mayor had to visit the Yan Family before taking office—how could they be afraid of this seemingly ordinary young man?
As for Lu Zitao, Liu Xuan, Zhai Fei, Tang Lenglan, and others, they were already dumbstruck, their mouths agape, unable to believe what was unfolding before their eyes.
They thought the seemingly ordinary poor kid, not only had imnse Martial Power but even Master Wei of the Yan Family was highly respectful towards him.
"I'll give you the face not to kill him, but I'm taking his arm!" Lin Mo's expression was indifferent, his fingers coming together like a blade, and he made a diagonal slashing gesture from his chest. Instantly, Hei Long's entire right arm neatly fell off, blood flowing out like water.
Liu Xuan, Zhai Fei, and others in the private room showed looks of horror, and so of the won with weaker nerves started screaming in shock.
Hei Long turned pale, felt dizzy, and collapsed on the ground.
Yan Wei didn't even glance at him and imdiately commanded, "Get this idiot out of here and clean up this place. Everything everyone has had here today is on ."
After saying that, Yan Wei looked at Lin Mo, showing respect, and said, "Mr. Lin, how about you co to my private room? I'd like to invite you for a drink."
"Mhm," Lin Mo nodded indifferently.
Sister Liu ca to her senses, a respectful smile appearing on her pale face, and said, "Master Wei, Mr. Lin, I'll arrange a private room for you right away."
Xia ngdie stayed in the private room to continue chatting with Lu Zitao and others, but no one in the room dared to speak now, all of them looking at Xia ngdie with trepidation.
Although everyone did not understand why Xia ngdie's boyfriend had beco so formidable, they had seen him casually chopping off Hei Long's arm with a bladed wind, and Yan Wei treating him with great respect, many won showed envy in their eyes.
Especially Lu Zitao, when she looked at Liu Xuan beside her with his glasses, felt infuriated inside. He always boasted about his status, dining and drinking with leaders, but when it mattered, he couldn't utter a word, even pushing her to accompany other n for a drink. Where did he have the slightest hint of Lin Mo's dominance?
Sister Liu arranged another private room for Lin Mo and others, which was obviously several tis more luxurious than the one they had just left.
"Mr. Lin, I toast to you. I hope you can forgive my earlier rudeness," Yan Wei stood up with a glass in hand, speaking humbly.
Lin Mo sat on the couch, nonchalant, and nodded slightly without even picking up his glass.
Yan Wei, however, drained the glass in one gulp, feeling as if a heavy stone had been lifted from his heart.
"Mr. Lin, let introduce you, this is Master Yin," Yan Wei said to the elder beside him: "Master Yin is a powerful individual invited by our family."
The elder nodded slightly and smilingly said to Lin Mo, "It is an honor to et you, Mr. Lin."
Although Master Yin had reached the level of a Half-step Martial God, he had clearly felt the strength of Lin Mo during the earlier encounter, which was almost on par with his own.
Given Lin Mo's youth, Master Yin was quite courteous towards him.
Lin Mo gave him a glance and noticed that his strength indeed reached that of a Half-step Martial God, but his body seed to harbor a hidden illness with sowhat unstable breath.
"Have you been injured before?" Lin Mo casually asked.
Surprised, Master Yin felt he might have underestimated Lin Mo. His own hidden injury would most likely be discernible only by soone stronger than him, prompting a more respectful attitude. He nodded and said, "I was injured by an enemy a while ago. I ca to Yang City in hopes of finding so spiritual dicine to heal."
"Looking for spiritual dicine in Yang City?" Lin Mo narrowed his eyes slightly. The Northeast region was rich in famous herbs, especially known for various spirit grass and spiritual dicines.
Master Yin nodded and, with a puzzled expression, said, "Does Mr. Lin not know about the Martial Artist auction event taking place in Yang City recently?"
Lin Mo shook his head lightly, "I've just arrived in the Northeast."
"Oh, I see. There have been many martial arts masters appearing in Yang City lately, and soone has organized an auction event to sell so items. I'm going there to see if there is any good spiritual dicine to heal my injuries," Master Yin explained.
"Many martial arts masters? Could they be here because of the Flood Dragon?" Lin Mo pondered silently, recalling that Luo Yu had sent him information about the Falling Dragon through the internet to his phone yesterday. It was likely in Yinzhou.
Yinzhou was near the border of Dong province, but the photos and information sent were not comprehensive.
However, Lin Mo had deduced that it was indeed the corpse of a Flood Dragon, recently advanced into a Flood Dragon, perhaps slain in the skies and thus fallen to Earth.
"If Mr. Lin is interested, you could join tomorrow," Master Yin offered, seemingly catching on to Lin Mo's thoughts.
"Hmm, I might take a look," Lin Mo responded indifferently.
That evening, Lin Mo stayed in a hotel with Xia ngdie and told her that he had to take care of sothing tomorrow. He could only ask Xia ngdie to return to the Su Family first, and he would visit after finishing his business.
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