Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

At this moment, Lin Mo had reverted to the appearance of an ordinary man, but the contours of his facial features had not changed at all. After watching for a while, Tang Yitong finally recognized him as the acquaintance she had met half a year ago when she returned to Huaxia. It was he who had saved her at that time.

"Lin Mo, is that you?" Tang Yitong tried hard to recall and finally remembered his name.

"Miss Tang, I did not expect to meet you again," Lin Mo replied with an indifferent nod of his head.

The Bald Man showed a look of alertness on his face and said to Lin Mo, "Who are you, sir? Are you trying to meddle in our Mafia's affairs?"

"Mafia?"

Lin Mo furrowed his brows. In Western countries, underground forces were all claimed to be the Mafia, though there were different sects and organizations among them. The most famous globally was the godfather from Cococili, but other countries had also gradually seen the emergence of underground forces claiming to be the Mafia.

"I don't know any Mafia, but these two are my old acquaintances. Leave now, and I won't kill you."

Lin Mo spoke in a tone so indifferent it seemed as if he were discussing a trivial matter.

The Bald Man's gaze was as sharp as lightning, tightly fixed on Lin Mo, while the others quietly rested their fingers on the triggers, ready to pull them at any sign of a sudden move from Lin Mo.

Hearing Lin Mo's words and tone, which were not suggestive of negotiation but rather commanding—a tone one could not resist—came from individuals who stood at the peak or held immense power, who naturally exuded such strong confidence.

"Sir, are you putting me in a difficult position? Today, I must take Miss Tang. If you want to stop me, please show your full strength," the Bald Man said, his eyes turning a deep blue and twinkling with a strange blue light.

Lin Mo stood where he was, feeling a powerful spiritual power strike his mind amidst the void.

In the void, the Bald Man's blue spiritual power surged into him like a sharp bolt of lightning. Just as it entered Lin Mo's spiritual world, the Bald Man suddenly froze on the spot, his face showing an expression of disbelief as if he had seen a demon.

In Lin Mo's Divine Sense world, there were planets larger than Earth, battleships traversing the starry sky, unimaginably grand palaces, Divine Beasts in the clouds comparable to aircraft carriers, and mighty beings who could shatter stars with a single punch and swallow the sun.

It's important to understand that each person's spiritual world is unique, mainly determined by what they have seen or experienced. Clearly, the scenes before him couldn't simply have been imagined; they were real.

The Bald Man was stunned beyond any capacity for recovery.

He instantly understood that the man before him might very well be a 'God'.

Just as the Bald Man was about to withdraw his spiritual power, suddenly in the void, a Demon Blade shining with an eerie red luster appeared out of nowhere, slashing rapidly.

The blue spiritual lightning, before the Demon Blade, crumbled easily like thin paper.

The tall figure of the Bald Man trembled slightly, then the blue light in his pupils gradually faded and gave way to a dead gray, losing all of its luster.

At the same time, inside the Bald Man's head, a blue ice crystal the size of a thumb suddenly cracked.

"Lord Grass?"

Someone noticed the Bald Man's anomaly and called out with a frown.

"Boom!"

The body of the Bald Man crumbled like rotting wood, turning into inches of ash, which then dispersed with the wind into the vastness of the sky and earth.

The rest of the Mafia members saw this and immediately started firing their guns at Lin Mo.

It seemed that the bullets, upon reaching one meter in front of Lin Mo, encountered an invisible barrier and froze mid-air.

Soon after, the bullets reflected back and riddled more than a dozen Mafia members like hornet nests.

After everything was settled, Lin Mo's expression remained calm and indifferent.

Norman was completely stunned. "Oh my God, Coco was an S level Spiritual Superpower User. How did he die suddenly? How did you kill him?"

You see, half a year ago, although Norman had met Lin Mo, he only thought of Lin Mo as a Huaxia Martial Artist, and Lin Mo didn't seem this powerful. But now, without even moving a finger, Lin Mo had slain an S level Superpower User, which was truly horrifying.

An S level Superpower User is equivalent to a Martial God in Huaxia. But what level is Lin Mo at now? The strongest under the heavens. Besides, wasn't it suicidal for Bald Man to attempt to probe his spiritual world?

Tang Yitong, similarly astonished, covered her lips. Lin Mo had saved her again, and the power he displayed was truly shocking.

"Mr. Lin, thank you for saving my life. I didn't get a chance to thank you properly last time, and I can't believe you saved me again upon this meeting," Tang Yitong said, her cheeks slightly red.

"Maybe it's fate. For me, it was just lending a hand," Lin Mo said indifferently.

To ordinary women, maybe a rich and handsome man could attract them, but for someone like Tang Yitong, who possessed surprising wealth and beautiful looks, only the strong could attract her.

"I really don't know how to thank you. How come you are in Seattle?" Tang Yitong asked in confusion.

She had given Lin Mo her phone number, but he hadn't called her in half a year, which made her feel quite disappointed for a long time.

"I work at Baolai Company in Seattle," Lin Mo said.

"Now's not the time to chat..." Norman, clutching his shoulder, nodded at Lin Mo and gratefully said, "Mr. Lin, thank you for saving our lives again."

Tang Yitong, looking at the injured Norman, quickly said, "Mr. Lin, we need to leave here first. I will come find you tomorrow."

"Okay."

Lin Mo nodded and walked away from the suburb.

After all, these matters weren't of much concern to him, and helping Tang Yitong was just convenient.

However, organizations like the Mafia and Tang Sect clearly possessed Superpower Users, Martial Artists, or Magic Users. Otherwise, they wouldn't have become globally renowned super underground forces.

Lin Mo left the suburb and returned directly to the five-star hotel. With his current wealth, it was rare for him to rent a place; staying in hotels sufficed.

The next day. Song Min and Huo Nan indeed found him first thing to inquire about his relationship with Su Xinhe.

"Lin Mo, what is your relationship with Miss Su? How do you know her?" Huo Nan asked with a complicated look in his eyes.

"Yeah, what exactly is your relationship with her?" Song Min also looked at Lin Mo curiously.

The events of last night's banquet seemed vivid in their minds. From their heavy makeup, it was clear they hadn't slept well, relying on cosmetics to hide their dark circles and eye bags.