Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

In the next instant, the bar manager's expression turned frantic, and he immediately thought of escaping.

Lin Mo merely smiled coldly,

"Now you think of leaving, don't you think it's too late?"

Hearing this, the bar manager's face drastically changed, and he immediately shouted,

"Stop him!!"

"Quick!!"

The bodyguards, without a second word, dashed toward Lin Mo, swinging their fists fiercely.

Lin Mo slightly raised his eyebrows and flicked his finger. Instantly, the bodyguards' bodies were pierced with bloody holes, and they fell to the ground, dead.

Seeing this, the bar manager, who had just reached the staircase, was completely terrified,

"Mr. Lin… spare my life!!"

"This has nothing to do with me. I'm just the manager of Tianya Bar. They were plotting here, and I had only just found out."

Lin Mo glanced at him, his tone indifferent,

"Do you think it has nothing to do with you just because you say so?"

"If I, Lin Mo, want to kill you, I can kill you!"

As the words fell, Lin Mo flicked his finger again, and a powerful energy instantly pierced the middle-aged man's forehead. He didn't even have a chance to scream before he died.

Meanwhile, on the fourth floor of Tianya Bar.

In an extremely luxurious private room.

There gathered forty or fifty tycoons and dignitaries from Shu Province.

Leading them were the Wang Family, the Luo Family, and the Xie Family.

Among these magnates, these three families were the most influential.

At this moment, Wang Jiarong stood up, looked at everyone with a cold expression, and said,

"This damn Lin Mo, last time at the wine party, broke my son's limbs and humiliated me in public. I've wanted to get back at him for a long time."

As soon as Wang Jiarong finished speaking, another middle-aged man stood up, his face full of rage,

"Mr. Lin killed my son and my younger brother. The feud between him and our Luo Family is irreconcilable."

As for Xie Feng of the Xie family, sitting in a wheelchair, his eyes filled with resentment,

"I also hate Lin Mo to the bone! This time, once he dies, we want to have his relatives, his women, all torn apart by horses!"

"Speaking of which, I'm not very convinced by that Mr. Lin!"

"Yes, it's said that he looks very young and is very arrogant, not taking anyone seriously!"

"In my opinion, we should unite and become the helmsmen of Shu Province. That way, all the business guilds and money veins in Shu Province will be under our control and monopoly."

"You're right, that's the kind of life we should be leading. As for that Mr. Lin, merely a teenager of seventeen or eighteen, why should we submit to him?"

Just after the Wang Family, the Luo Family, and the Xie Family spoke, they immediately gained the support of most people present.

However, some were still worried,

"Mr. Lin is capable of killing Cui Zhenyuan with a single punch. Discussing him like this behind his back, could it bring danger upon ourselves?"

Xie Feng, Wang Jiarong, and Luo Fu, however, smiled dismissively,

"A danger to our lives? Mr. Lin will meet his death tomorrow! Even he himself will die, so how can he care about us?"

"Exactly! Right now, he's probably as scared as a mouse, hiding everywhere!"

Hearing this, some uninformed people were very puzzled, "What do you mean by that?"

"Hehe! You must not know? That Mr. Lin, a few days ago, recklessly killed Zhuo Qianjun from the Emperor List!"

"Do you know who Zhuo Qianjun was? He was the sole disciple of the Sword Saint Yuan Qingtian!"

"He killed Zhuo Qianjun, Yuan Qingtian wouldn't let it go, would he? Look, Yuan Qingtian has already issued a challenge, scheduling a fight to the death with Mr. Lin tomorrow morning at eight."

"Do you think Mr. Lin is doomed?"

As the conversation ended, everyone's faces relaxed, becoming smug and unrestrained,

"Hahaha… Mr. Lin is doomed!"

"Undoubtedly dead. Who is Yuan Qingtian? He's a recent superstar who's shot to the fifth position on the Emperor List! Killing Mr. Lin will be as easy as slaughtering a chicken!"

"He's better off dead! Once he's gone, our lives will be carefree and joyous."

Seeing everyone extremely joyful, Wang Jiarong clapped his hands, and following that, forty to fifty bikini-clad beauties appeared from nowhere and walked toward the crowd.

In an instant, the tycoons, so overwhelmed, drooled as their eyes heated up.

Seeing this, Wang Jiarong holding a glass of red wine, downed it in one gulp and laughed,

"Gentlemen, this is the surprise I've prepared for you tonight!"

"Enjoy it while you can, Mr. Lin is going to die tomorrow."

"Why don't we take this opportunity to have a good party?"

The rich and powerful all rubbed their hands with eager anticipation.

However, just then, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Following that, Lin Mo entered with an indifferent expression, looking at the forty or fifty affluent figures, and chuckled,

"It looks like you're celebrating early, isn't that right?"

"Can't wait for me to die?"

Everyone's face changed dramatically; shock, horror, fear—countless emotions of fright were clearly visible on their faces.

Thump!

Thump!

What followed was the sound of numerous knees hitting the ground:

"Mr. Lin, spare our lives!"

"We... we were just joking."

"Yes, we were joking."

Lin Mo glanced at those people and said indifferently,

"I also have a joke for you, but it's one that will kill people. Starting now, if you can't come out within twenty seconds after I leave the bar, you can report to Hell."

With that, Lin Mo walked toward the stairs.

Although Lin Mo's steps were clearly slow, he was at the door in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, all the wealthy and powerful went mad!

They knew that Lin Mo was not joking with them, definitely not.

Everyone frantically rushed towards the door, sprinting like they were running a hundred-meter sprint or hurdle race, using every bit of strength they had.

They were joking; if they were late, they would really die!

As for Xie Feng, who was sitting in a wheelchair, he completely broke down: "Damn it!! Wait for me! Wait for me..."

In the face of life and death, those rich and powerful didn't care about a trivial Xie Feng at all; they all desperately ran toward the door.

However, that door could only fit two or three people; with so many people, how could they all get out?

In the face of this life and death decision, everyone's eyes turned red. They looked at each other and without saying another word, they started to fight violently.

Daggers! Guns! They pulled them out, and as for those without weapons, they were scared to the point of peeing themselves, not expecting these guys to carry weapons.

Bang! Pugh!

Gunshots sounded, blood splattered everywhere. The whole scene looked gruesome, like a hellish battlefield.

In the end, three middle-aged men, covered in blood and with fierce expressions yet looks of triumph on their faces,

even though they had killed all the others, they showed no pity, self-blame, or guilt but instead were full of the smiles of victors.

They quickly crawled out, faces full of gratitude, and looked up at Lin Mo:

"Thank you, Mr. Lin, thank you, Mr. Lin, for sparing our lives."

Lin Mo gave them a glance and smiled lightly:

"When did I say I would not kill you?"

Upon hearing this, the three men's eyes bulged in fury:

"Bastard! You don't keep your word!"

"You said that as long as we kill them, you would let us go!"

Lin Mo nodded his head, his gaze still cold:

"I did say that, but unfortunately, you took twenty-one seconds."

"What?"

The three men's faces changed drastically, terrified; just as they tried to escape, Lin Mo slightly lifted his hand, and a powerful unseen energy sent the three men flying seven or eight meters, smashing directly onto a Lamborghini. The Lamborghini was instantly wrecked, and the three men turned into several pools of flesh.

Standing by, Long San couldn't help but snort coldly:

"A bunch of damned fools, still thinking about saving their lives?"

"The moment you crossed Mr. Lin, your fate was sealed."

Afterward, Long San respectfully opened the car door for Lin Mo.

Inside the car, Long San respectfully asked:

"Mr. Lin, where to now?"

"Home, to sleep. Tomorrow morning at eight, I'm taking the life of Sword Saint Yuan Qingtian!"

"Got it, boss."