Transmigrating as the Villain Father, Forcing the Protagonist’s Mother to Have Children

Chapter 25: The Short-Lived Glory of the Hero! The Hero’s Tragic Fate

Out of the entire group that came storming in, only three people remained standing: Liu Fei and two women.

Step by step, Chen Mo advanced toward Liu Fei, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

He had waited a long time for this moment. Seeing the mastermind behind his framing trembling before him filled him with satisfaction.

“What… what are you doing? Don’t come any closer!”

As Chen Mo approached, Liu Fei retreated, his face pale with terror.

Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that the naive young man from three years ago would become so formidable.

His hired thugs lay incapacitated, groaning on the ground.

The words from Xiang Yu echoed in his mind—Chen Mo was out for revenge, planning to kill his entire family and make him suffer a fate worse than death.

Fear overtook Liu Fei. His body trembled uncontrollably.

With every step Chen Mo took forward, Liu Fei took one step back until his back pressed against the wall.

Cornered, he was at a complete loss under Chen Mo’s overwhelming aura.

A cold sensation in his pants betrayed him—he had wet himself in fear.

Chen Mo sneered at the sight, his disdain growing.

He reached out and grabbed Liu Fei by the throat with a ferocious grip.

“Weren’t you acting tough just now? Go on, show me how tough you are!”

Smack!

A resounding slap landed on Liu Fei’s face.

Then another, with the back of Chen Mo’s hand.

Liu Fei’s cheeks swelled rapidly, turning crimson.

As Chen Mo saw the fear and pleas in Liu Fei’s eyes, he let out a manic laugh, teetering on the edge of insanity.

“Three years! Do you even know how I survived those three years?”

“I thought about killing you every single day!”

Liu Fei’s eyes bulged, his legs flailed, and he gasped for air as Chen Mo’s grip tightened.

Just when Liu Fei thought he would die, Chen Mo released him.

Liu Fei crumpled to the ground, gasping for breath.

Though Chen Mo desperately wanted to end Liu Fei’s life, he refrained.

This was a society governed by law, and murder would mean a death sentence for him.

It wasn’t worth sacrificing his life for this scumbag. There would be other opportunities.

Chen Mo turned his gaze toward the two women, particularly Xiang Yu.

This woman had betrayed him after he had saved her. She had twisted the knife and played a key role in his downfall.

Fear filled Xiang Yu’s heart. She regretted ever getting involved in this mess.

Even though she was terrified, she chose not to reveal that others had orchestrated the plan.

The gangsters who had sent her were far scarier than the man in front of her.

They were ruthless and capable of murder without hesitation.

“You’re lucky I don’t hit women. But don’t think this is over. I’ll settle the score with you later.”

“Now… get lost.”

Having vented his anger on Liu Fei, Chen Mo waved his hand dismissively, a hint of swagger in his gesture.

Before Chen Mo could revel in his moment of victory, the sound of footsteps filled the air.

A squad of police officers stormed in.

Someone had called the cops after witnessing the fight.

“What’s going on here? Everyone on the ground—don’t move!”

The middle-aged officer leading the group scanned the scene, frowning deeply.

Chen Mo’s expression darkened.

He had barely enjoyed his triumph, and trouble had already come knocking.

To make matters worse, Liu Fei, his face swollen like a pig’s, began shouting.

“Uncle Hu! Arrest him! He almost killed me!”

Liu Fei’s eyes lit up when he saw the lead officer and pointed at Chen Mo with a trembling finger.

This man was too dangerous. He had to be locked away, preferably forever.

The officer, whom Liu Fei had addressed as “Uncle Hu,” nodded subtly and gave the order.

“Take him in.”

Two officers stepped forward and cuffed Chen Mo.

Chen Mo didn’t resist.

His eyes burned with defiance, but there was nothing he could do.

“They attacked me first! I was only defending myself. On what grounds are you arresting me?”

“We’ll investigate thoroughly to determine who’s at fault. Everyone is coming with us,” the officer replied coldly.

Chen Mo gritted his teeth in frustration but had no choice.

Resistance wasn’t an option. If he fought back, they might just pull their guns on him.

As Chen Mo was being led to the police car, Liu Fei, his face still swollen and grotesque, approached.

Leaning in close, he whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear:

“You’ll rot in there, Chen Mo. This time, you won’t be getting out.”

“You’re done for, kid,” Liu Fei spat venomously.

“From childhood until now, no one has dared to hit me—you’re the first.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you off easily. I’ll make your life worse than death.”

His eyes burned with malice.

Chen Mo’s heart tightened, sensing an ominous turn of events.

Both were shoved into the police car shortly afterward.

“Can I borrow a phone? I need to make a call,” Chen Mo asked, attempting to find a solution.

Regret gnawed at him. He realized he had acted too impulsively earlier.

If they took him to the station, Liu Fei’s family connections could easily turn him into a helpless victim, completely at their mercy.

At that moment, he thought of the Brotherhood Gang.

The gang wielded significant influence in South City and had a vast network of connections. Surely, they could find a way to get him out of this mess.

He kicked himself for not reaching out to the underworld’s Brotherhood gang the moment he was released. Now, they didn’t even know he was back.

“You’re still thinking about calling someone?” one officer scoffed.

“After what you did to Young Master Liu, you should be praying for your life instead.”

Chen Mo’s heart sank further.

These officers clearly worked under Officer Hu, who was in cahoots with Liu Fei.

Chen Mo’s unease deepened.

Back at the police station, the group was separated.

Chen Mo was taken straight to the interrogation room, while Liu Fei walked away unscathed.

Taking advantage of Chen Mo’s helplessness, Liu Fei savagely beat him, inflicting torturous pain.

The blows were relentless, designed to repay Chen Mo a hundredfold for the humiliation he had endured earlier.

[Ding… Chen Mo’s fury surges. Emotional Value +666…]

[Ding… Chen Mo is filled with grief and indignation. Emotional Value +888…]