Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

"Fine, let's not talk about the past, but I remind you to stay away from the Tang Sect, be careful lest they use you as a pawn." Su Xinhe took a deep breath and said.

"The Tang Sect using me as a pawn?" Lin Mo smiled and shook his head.

Su Xinhe frowned her willow leaf eyebrows and let out a snort, "What? Do you think the Tang Sect is some ordinary good kind, you must be aware of the saying 'when the birds are gone, the bow is stored away, when the rabbits are dead, the dogs are cooked'?"

"Of course, I know, but a mere Tang Sect, I really don't take it seriously." Lin Mo said calmly.

Su Xinhe's beautiful eyes sized him up and down, sighing, "Lin Mo, I thought you had changed a lot in the years we haven't seen each other, but I didn't expect you to still be the same, with a stubborn streak in your bones. But this is not a small place like Shu Province, this is the U.S., and the Tang Sect is not a small player like Lu Haotian."

After speaking, disappointment filled Su Xinhe's eyes. If you were really doing well, the Tang Sect wouldn't have neglected you, everything that happened in the hotel today, she saw clearly, if the Tang Sect really valued Lin Mo, how could they not even leave him a presidential suite.

Lin Mo saying such big words now is nothing more than a young boy liking to maintain face in front of a girl.

Lin Mo looked at Su Xinhe, with eyes as calm as still water.

He knew Su Xinhe was merely expressing genuine concern for him as a friend, not ridiculing him.

"Actually, now I am..." Lin Mo rubbed his nose, showing the kind of look appropriate for his age in front of an 'old friend', about to reveal his true identity to Su Xinhe.

However, Wu Yuexin already walked over from the side, her face brimming with a radiant smile, playfully sticking out her pink tongue and saying: "Xinhe, it's late, I need to go home early, or else my mom will scold me again."

"Alright, I'll accompany you home." Su Xinhe stood up and looked at Lin Mo again, saying: "My phone number hasn't changed, if you encounter any difficulties, remember to call me."

"Handsome, let's hang out next time." Wu Yuexin also waved her little hand, and the two girls stood shoulder to shoulder, walking towards the casino entrance.

"Mm."

Lin Mo furrowed his brow slightly, a faint wry smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

The next day.

Las Vegas, originally a small town at the desert's edge, became a world-famous city due to the development of the gambling industry, somewhat similar to Shenzhen in Huaxia, transforming from a small fishing village into a special economic zone, thus gaining global fame.

Seventy kilometers away from Las Vegas, in a sparsely populated desert region, lies a Firebird Canyon ahead. The massive canyon is covered with red rock layers, and aerial footage looks like a red whirlpool.

At this time, there were about a dozen black cars parked in the canyon, several dozen solemn black-clad bodyguards standing by.

"Mr. Zhu, I'll leave it to you later." Tang Ruhu respectfully said to Mr. Zhu beside him, who was wearing a purple Tang suit.

Mr. Zhu stood atop a red rock, the hem of his clothes fluttering in the wind, exuding a lonely air of a master.

As for the other elders and Tang Rulong, they stood behind him. Today was the showdown between the Tang Sect and the Mafia.

"Dad, don't worry, Mr. Lin will help." Tang Yitong stood beside her father, seeing her father seemingly aged over ten years over these two days, felt a bit distressed, gently comforting him.

Tang Rulong revealed a stiff smile looking at Tang Yitong, inwardly holding no hope for Lin Mo. If even Mr. Zhu couldn't defeat the opponent, sending Lin Mo up would just be like sending him to be cannon fodder.

"You mean Lin Mo? With his bit of skill, standing by watching the show would be fine, with Mr. Zhu taking action, the Tang Sect will surely win." Tang Yijun said, provocatively glancing at Tang Yitong, his voice cold.

"Just you wait and see." Tang Yitong clenched her white fist, glaring fiercely at Tang Yijun.

Tang Yijun turned his head, looking at Lin Mo standing behind, smiled and said: "Lin Mo, later remember to stand a bit further away, to avoid getting accidentally injured."

Lin Mo's gaze fixed on the front, seeming not to hear him at all.

Tang Yijun saw that Lin Mo ignored him, couldn't help but clench his palm, coldly snorted, this guy is acting quite high and mighty, daring to ignore him.

"Big brother, if Mr. Zhu helps the Tang Sect win today, I hope you will fulfill your promise to hand over the position of the Dragon Head of the Tang Sect to me. I believe I can surely make the Tang Sect shine again." Tang Ruhu walked to Tang Rulong's side, his face glowing with color.

"Whether you take over the Dragon Head's position, or I continue to control the Tang Sect, our goal is only one, to promote the Tang Sect." Tang Rulong straightened his body and said.

Tang Ruhu's face revealed a look of disdain, secretly thinking: "Who can't say such pretentious words?"

Just at this moment.

On another hilltop, there was also a line of black cars connected like a snake, stopping and then getting off dozens of men in black clothes and pants, among them were white and black men, each wearing an expression of coldness.

At the forefront was a white man draped in a black trench coat, his tall body covered within the coat, only revealing a slightly pale face.

Lin Mo, upon seeing him, couldn't help but frown, feeling a familiar aura emanating from his body.

Mr. Zhu also frowned, a few threads of apprehension appearing in his gaze as he looked at the opponent.

"Mr. Tang," the tall man was Francis, striding over, an eerie smile on his face as he looked at Tang Rulong.

"Who are you? Where is Jon?" Tang Rulong was taken aback, puzzlingly asked.

"Mr. Jon has retired, and I now take over as the head of the Mafia. My name is Francis."

Tang Rulong found it strange, just a week ago, he had spoken to Jon on the phone, preparing to resolve their conflict through a duel, how could Jon have retired so quickly, but this was not the thing he was concerned about now.

Francis continued, "There are some conflicts between the Tang Sect and us. If I win today, please leave the U.S. for the Tang Sect people."

"And if you lose?" Tang Ruhu suddenly asked.

"Heh heh, wait until I lose before saying." Francis's lips curled upwards, revealing an extremely eerie smile.

"Mr. Zhu, it's up to you now." Tang Ruhu said, cupping his hands towards Mr. Zhu.

Francis at this time, only then turned his gaze towards Mr. Zhu, also frowning, "An SS-Level Superpower User?"

Mr. Zhu's expression no longer as relaxed as before, the opponent could see through his strength with a single glance, indicating the opponent's power was at least on par with, if not beyond, his level.

Mr. Zhu also wasted no words, suddenly running towards the center of Firebird Canyon, stepping into the void, with each step, a block of ice crystal formed under his feet, allowing him to step on and use for advance.