Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

As he spoke, a large number of bodyguards rushed in, surrounding Lin Mo tightly, directly pulling out guns aimed at his head.

"No matter how powerful you are, can you be more powerful than a gun?"

Ma Guoyang squinted slightly, his face revealing an extremely cold expression.

Wu Yuexin's pretty face had turned pale. She hadn't expected that because of her momentary thought, the situation had reached an irreversible point.

"Dad, help me... I will listen to you from now on." Wu Yuexin cried, her eyes red, pleading as she looked at Wu Qingyun.

Wu Qingyun looked at his daughter, finally sighing and shaking his head.

Now that things have escalated to such a state, Lin Mo killed Ma Wenliang. It is like trampling the Ma Family underfoot. What can he say now?

Moreover, the Ma Family might hold a grudge against the Wu Family because of this, and in the future, the Wu Family wouldn't be able to gain a foothold in Las Vegas.

At this moment, a strange voice suddenly sounded in the crowd, "Mr. Ma, what happened here?"

Ma Guoyang and the others turned their heads, only to see a slightly bald foreign man with curly brown eyes walking towards them. Beside him was a middle-aged Huaxia man dressed in a Tang suit. The two walked one after the other, clearly indicating that the Huaxia man held a higher status.

"Mr. Balot, you're here." Upon seeing the foreign man, Ma Guoyang immediately showed a respectful expression, slightly bending over and respectfully calling out.

Everyone else in the banquet hall was also stunned.

This foreign man was Amos Balot, a senior figure in the Amos Family, who controlled over thirty percent of the industries in Las Vegas, possessing great influence and wealth.

Following behind him were also a group of strictly disciplined bodyguards.

"Mr. Ma, what happened here?" Balot asked with a frown.

"Someone killed my son at the banquet." Ma Guoyang gritted his teeth and said.

Balot tightly knit his brows. The Ma Family is the leader among the Chinese community in Las Vegas, and they depended on the Amos Family. Killing Ma Wenliang at the birthday party was not only a slap to the Ma Family's face but also disregarded the Amos Family.

Just as Balot frowned, the Huaxia middle-aged man who accompanied him suddenly strode towards Lin Mo.

Everyone who saw this scene thought the middle-aged man was going to attack Lin Mo, but to their surprise, the man walked in front of Lin Mo and actually bowed slightly and said, "Mr. Lin, you're here too."

Lin Mo looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, the corners of his mouth curled into a faint smile, "Mr. Zhu, didn't you also come?"

"I just came to play with a friend," Zhu Erniu said, a glint of brilliance flashing in his eyes.

Everyone at the scene was stunned.

Wu Yuexin, Jing Jin, and Liu Huwen slightly opened their mouths, their faces expressionless.

This middle-aged Huaxia man came with Balot, and Balot seemed particularly respectful to him, clearly indicating his higher status. How could he be so respectful to Lin Mo?

Others at the banquet were also dumbfounded; things had taken a dramatic turn.

"Who on earth is he?" Wu Qingyun's face also showed a look of surprise as he looked at Lin Mo, his eyes becoming somewhat complicated.

He clearly had realized that from the beginning, he had underestimated Lin Mo's identity.

Ma Guoyang also froze for a moment upon seeing this scene, "Mr. Balot, who is he?"

"A big shot, even I have to accompany carefully." The smile on Balot's face faded, revealing a serious expression.

Ma Guoyang's heart skipped a beat, suddenly sensing that things were amiss.

If even Mr. Balot had to be so polite to that middle-aged man, yet the other party was so respectful to Lin Mo, doesn't that mean Lin Mo's identity and status are even higher?

Balot said this, also wanting to give Ma Guoyang a heads-up.

"Quickly put your guns down." Ma Guoyang suddenly shouted.

The bodyguards looked at each other but still put their guns away.

The pained expression on Ma Guoyang's face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a fawning smile. He walked up to Lin Mo and said, "Mr. Lin, there was a misunderstanding earlier, please don't mind. It was my son who offended you, which led to this outcome."

Lin Mo frowned, revealing a hint of disdain. How high-class the so-called high society is, just as low-class it is.

After speaking, Ma Guoyang immediately ordered people to carry Ma Wenliang's body out.

Ma Guoyang had nearly ten women around him, and several sons outside; he wasn't sad about losing one Ma Wenliang. If Ma Wenliang's actions caused him to lose his current wealth, status, or even life, he would rather kill Ma Wenliang himself.

Jing Jin, Liu Huwen, and others were pale as paper, fearing that because they had offended Lin Mo earlier, Lin Mo would directly kill them.

Lin Mo's background was too strong, even the Amos Family didn't dare to offend him.

"Mr. Zhu, there are certain things that you should tell me the truth about, right now?"

Lin Mo didn't even glance at Ma Guoyang.

Such trivial matters, he didn't care about at all, but instead, he focused his gaze on Mr. Zhu, his eyes shooting out an extremely fierce gleam.

"Mr. Lin, what do you mean, I don't quite understand?"

Mr. Zhu hung his head, his eyes flashing an indiscernible eerie glow.

"Lin Mo, who exactly are you?"

Wu Qingyun frowned tightly, his face filled with deep confusion.

At this moment, Lin Mo suddenly extended his hand, a white sphere forming in his palm, exuding an oppressive power, lightly pressing it against Mr. Zhu's chest.

"Bang!"

Mr. Zhu was blasted away like a cannonball, coincidentally crashing into Jing Jin and Liu Huwen, directly knocking them unconscious.

Wu Qingyun, Ma Guoyang, and other guests and bodyguards in the banquet hall saw the milky white light in Lin Mo's palm.

"What was that just now?"

"Oh my god, is it the legendary Huaxia Qigong?"

"Is he a martial arts master?"

Mr. Zhu pulled himself up from the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his face revealing a look of terror as he looked at Lin Mo and said, "Mr. Lin, what did I do wrong that you..."

"It seems you're unwilling to tell me the truth?"

Lin Mo squinted slightly, a sharp gleam flashing through his pupils, his hand swinging down, a Wind Blade slashing straight at Mr. Zhu, the Gang Wind like a blade, arriving in an instant.

"Mr. Lin."

Seeing that Lin Mo gave him no chance to speak, Zhu Erniu immediately clasped his hands together, forming an Ice Shield in front of him.

The Wind Blade slashed at the Ice Shield, ice shards flying everywhere.

Zhu Erniu, with the shield in front, slid his feet along the ground making two deep tracks, high-grade wooden boards flying from the floor, sliding nearly ten meters before gradually coming to a stop.

At the same time, the Ice Shield in Zhu Erniu's hands disappeared as well.

Witnessing this magical scene, everyone present was dumbfounded.