Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

Manager Huang's face changed, showing a fawning expression, "General Manager, there's someone causing trouble here, I'll sort it out quickly."

After saying this, Manager Huang glared at Lin Mo with increased disdain and aggression. The fact that the General Manager witnessed this might lead to a bad impression of his inability to control the situation.

"Quickly arrest him, dangerous and injurious, at least sentenced for a few years." Manager Huang threatened.

Two security guards were about to take action when suddenly a middle-aged man who arrived with the General Manager strode forward and respectfully addressed Lin Mo, "Mr. Lin, you arrived a bit earlier than us."

"Just bored." Lin Mo replied.

Chen Xiaoman, Sister Liu, and Manager Huang were all stunned.

What exactly was Lin Mo's identity?

Manager Huang knew Klaus, understood he was a local tyrant, and even the General Manager treated him politely, someone he could not afford to offend. But now Klaus was showing such respect to Lin Mo? Witnessing this, Manager Huang and Sister Liu's faces turned pale!

"Mr. Klaus, who is this gentleman?" The General Manager asked cautiously upon witnessing the scene.

Klaus was not foolish; seeing the pale faces of Sister Liu and Manager Huang, he knew they might have offended Mr. Lin, and he grimly said, "Hmph, this is the esteemed Mr. Lin; your employees have offended him, so you deal with it yourself."

The General Manager's expression was ugly; although the club's background was strong, he was only a General Manager, not someone who could afford to offend Klaus, the local tyrant of New York.

"Huang, Liu, you two are to leave here immediately." The General Manager stated with a stern demeanor.

Manager Huang and Sister Liu wanted to say something, but upon seeing Klaus and others' murderous aura, they shrank back and slinked toward the door.

Manager Huang gave Sister Liu a vicious glare, already regretting internally.

Sister Liu also looked perplexed, never expecting that the poor boy she referred to actually had such a background behind him.

"Xiao Man, I have some matters to attend to, you carry on." Lin Mo said.

Klaus also nodded to Chen Xiaoman, thinking to himself that Mr. Lin liked this type of girl. Without saying much, the two of them headed toward the golf course behind the club.

Chen Xiaoman stood there, still in a daze, recalling how Lin Mo had already helped her twice with the matters from yesterday and today, yet she had only treated Lin Mo to a cup of coffee.

"Xiao Man." The General Manager suddenly approached Chen Xiaoman, smiling.

"General Manager." Chen Xiaoman snapped back to reality, placing her hands on her abdomen and greeted politely.

Ordinarily, with her humble role as a waitress, the General Manager wouldn't even speak to her.

"Don't be nervous; from today onward, you'll be the supervisor of the Café, replacing Sister Huang." The General Manager said.

Chen Xiaoman widened her eyes; the supervisor position paid double her current salary and didn't require much strenuous work. She furrowed her eyebrows, "General Manager, you know I still have classes to attend, my time available for work is limited, so..."

"I know all of this; you can arrange your courses and come to work afterwards. I'll pay you the regular salary." The General Manager replied with a smile.

The other employees, seeing this scene, all showed envy in their eyes.

Golf course rest area. Sitting here, you could see a vast expanse of green lawn stretching out like rolling green waves. The club was originally built near the suburbs, and this lawn was expensively constructed, complete with a bubbling stream and occasionally a few lush apple trees appearing in sight, even the air seemed tinged with the scent of grass.

Lin Mo sat in the rest area, holding a cup of tea, sipping slowly.

Domestic gangsters typically conduct negotiations in unfinished buildings, parks, or bars, but these foreign gangsters actually chose such upscale areas to negotiate, presumably to elevate their own status, symbolizing that they are moving into high society.

"Mr. Lin," Klaus handed over a Havana cigar.

"I haven't smoked in a long time." Lin Mo shook his head in refusal.

Klaus chuckled, took the cigar for himself, and the nearby underling immediately stepped forward, producing a silver Zippo lighter to ignite the cigar. They mimicked the movie-style image of a gang leader quite well.

"Klaus, who are your opponents?" Lin Mo asked.

"Mr. Lin, that guy is called Bernie, a French-Mexican mixed blood who just started developing in New York in recent years, right on my turf. I haven't really managed him before, but now his power is growing, and he's even competing with me for control over several entertainment venues, already encroaching too much." Klaus said fiercely.

"Oh?"

Lin Mo was uninterested.

Klaus continued, "I heard he hired a very skilled master, seems to be a martial artist, today I plan to negotiate with him."

Those following Klaus this time included not just the two who were injured by Lin Mo previously, but also a tall and burly man, two meters tall, standing like a small mountain, imposing an invisible pressure.

Another was a Caucasian with a triangular scar at the corner of his left eye, seemingly wounded by some blunt weapon, adding a bit of fierceness to his face.

From the start, both of them showed some disdain toward Lin Mo. Their boss mentioned inviting a master, but upon seeing a Huaxia person who didn't seem burly at all, naturally they didn't believe he was any kind of master.

Moreover, their boss was overly enthusiastic about him, which made both of them somewhat displeased.

"The boss made the most foolish decision, actually inviting a Huaxia person to help." The Black man muttered lowly.

"Hmph, even if Bernie hires a master, I can kill him with one punch, the boss doesn't need to invite someone else, I suspect the boss is being fooled." The Caucasian man with a scar near his eye shook his head.

Standing at a distance from Lin Mo, the two were speaking in low voices. However, these sounds didn't escape Lin Mo's hearing; he just didn't want to bother with it.

Indeed, with his age, delicate appearance, and not yet burly physique, it's hard for people to think of him as a master!

While chatting, a group entered through the left door, around fifteen or sixteen people. Leading them was a bald man, looking slightly over thirty, wearing a thick gold chain around his neck, dark sunglasses on his face, followed by a group of henchmen all clad in black outfits, exuding a formidable aura.

To the side of this leading man stood another muscular man, his developed and solid muscles almost bursting through his suit, emitting an overly confident aura, holding a gaze of arrogance and disrespect.

Lin Mo glanced at him, only at the level of a Martial Emperor.

"Mr. Klaus." Bernie took off his sunglasses, smiling as he strode over.

"Bernie, you're still alive, huh." Klaus laughed heartily, and the two spoke as they hugged each other.

Uninformed people would think the two were old friends especially happy to meet.