The Ming Dynasty in Another World: People are in the Heavenly Prison, and Wuji becomes a Taoist

Lin Mo smiled slightly.

"That's not how you spoke to me just now."

Uncle Guan quickly stepped forward and said, "Mr. Lin, please don't be impulsive. Why don't we both take a step back and let this matter go!"

Du Zhicheng also nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay! Put down the gun, I will take my people away from here immediately."

Lin Mo asked back: "Uncle Guan, if I don't have enough ability, do you think he will let me go?"

"This……"

Uncle Guan was also in a difficult situation.

Although he didn't like Du Zhicheng, the other party was the son of the sect leader's sister.

No matter what, he couldn't just watch Lin Mo kill him.

"We can discuss this." Du Zhicheng said hurriedly, "I have money. I'll give you 10,000... no, 20,000 yuan. How about you let me go?"

"Is your life only worth this little money in your eyes?" Lin Mo chuckled.

"Fifty thousand! This is my limit!" Du Zhicheng almost shouted.

"Now I want your money and I want your life too. What should I do?" Lin Mo shook his head.

"You are getting even more arrogant..." Du Zhicheng was angry.

But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a slap from Lin Mo with a crisp "pa" sound.

"You hit me again? How dare you hit me again?!"

Du Zhicheng covered his red and swollen face with his hands, his eyes full of disbelief.

This is already the second time!

"Why don't I dare?"

Lin Mo sneered.

These second-generation blacks are really exactly the same.

This is the case with Mr. Cheng from the Anqing Gang.

Young Master Du from Sanhemen has the same character.

Why do you think that others will not dare to resist when faced with their bullying?

“If you dare to touch me, my uncle will not let you go!

By then, not only will you be in trouble, but all your relatives and friends, including those two children, will suffer!

Even that girl Wu Yue can't protect them!"

Du Zhicheng became furious and began to threaten.

Wu Yue was so angry that she gritted her teeth.

Uncle Guan was very disappointed with the child.

I didn't expect that this fat-bellied guy would dare to make threats.

Such an action will definitely anger the other party!

"He is indeed a straw bag."

Lin Mo smiled.

"You! What did you say!"

Du Zhicheng's eyes were wide open with anger.

"I said you are just a straw bag."

Lin Mo repeated, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

"A frog in a well doesn't know that there are always people better than you. Even if you are from Sanhe Sect, the world is very big. There are some people that even you, Sanhe Sect, can't afford to offend!"

After saying that, Lin Mo slowly put down the gun in his hand.

Just when Du Zhicheng sneered, thinking that Lin Mo was scared.

"I hate being threatened, especially by people close to me!"

Lin Mo suddenly made a move and pointed a finger at his throat.

"Click——"

A crisp sound of breaking bones was heard, and Du Zhicheng's face instantly twisted in extreme pain.

However, he covered his throat and couldn't speak at all.

Only vague syllables can be uttered.

"save……"

Uncle Guan was shocked when he saw this.

Lin Mo said calmly: "If we send him to the hospital now, he may be able to save his life, but he probably won't be able to speak anymore."

"You...why are you so impulsive?!"

Uncle Guan sighed heavily in helplessness.

He then hurriedly directed people to send Du Zhicheng to the hospital.

He looked at Lin Mo with a complicated expression.

To be honest, he was very grateful to Lin Mo for helping him today.

He even admired Lin Mo's every word and action.

But now, he felt helpless and worried about Lin Mo's blind impulse for the sake of pride.

Things have come to this point and even he doesn't know what to do.

Seeing Lin Mo's nonchalant expression, Uncle Guan couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you afraid of revenge from Sanhemen?"

Lin Mo said calmly: "Why should I be afraid?"

"The Sanhe Sect is much more powerful than you think. It has five major branches in Kyoto City and thousands of disciples. If they really want to retaliate against you, even if you are a martial arts expert, you won't be able to escape. After all, it's easier to dodge an open attack than to defend against an arrow from the dark."

Uncle Guan reminded worriedly.

"For Xiaoyue's sake, I can let you go. You should leave here immediately, leave Kyoto City, the farther the better, and never come back!"

Lin Mo shook his head.

"I appreciate your kindness, but if I leave, it will be difficult for you. Just go and inform them. I will wait here for them to come."

"You...oh!"

Uncle Guan shook his head and sighed.

With mixed feelings, Uncle Guan turned and left.

"Brother, Uncle Guan is right, let's get out of here!"

Wu Yue advised anxiously.

"Wherever Brother Xiaomo goes, I'll go!"

Zhong Ling tightly grasped the corner of Lin Mo's clothes, with determination written all over her little face.

Zhong Xiu clenched his fists and nodded heavily.

"At worst, we can join forces to carve out a bloody path!"

"It's not as serious as you think."

Lin Mo raised the corner of his mouth, looking quite relaxed.

Upon hearing this, the staff members who were watching in the casino looked at each other and muttered in their hearts.

"You've injured Young Master Du so badly, isn't that serious?"

They all thought that Lin Mo was just pretending to be calm.

Suddenly, Lin Mo asked, "Xiao Yue, is there a phone here?"

Although he had enough confidence to handle the matter.

But once he makes a move, there will be a river of blood here.

He didn't want Wu Yue to be caught in the middle.

So he decided to find another way to solve the problem.

"Well, it's in the suite over there." Wu Yue pointed in the direction.

The two walked into the suite and saw a black rotary phone lying quietly on a large desk.

Lin Mo picked up the receiver and dialed a number skillfully.

"Hello, is this the Secret Service? I'm looking for Taoist Jiuling..."

……

Not long after Lin Mo hung up the phone.

A car horn sounded downstairs.

Then, a group of people got out of the car in a menacing manner.

The leader was none other than Du Jinrong, the leader of the Sanhe Sect!

As soon as Du Jinrong entered the room, Uncle Fu beside him stepped forward and bowed to the gamblers present, saying, "Everyone, Sanhemen has something important to deal with tonight, so the casino will close early. Please give me some face and leave first. Thank you very much."

The crowd, who were in high spirits, originally had some complaints about this.

But when they saw Du Jinrong standing aside with a bad look on his face.

They thought that this was probably not a good thing, so they all got up and left tactfully.

Soon, only the people from Sanhemen were left in the restaurant.

Du Jinrong walked straight to the second floor with a gloomy face.

When I opened the door, I saw Lin Mo sitting leisurely by the window.

Holding the teacup lightly in his hand, he savors the aroma of tea, as if everything around him has nothing to do with him.

"Boy, you are quite courageous, aren't you? How dare you stay here?"

"Why should I run away?"

Lin Mo smiled slightly and raised his glass to indicate, "I have to say, the tea here is really good."

"If you like, I can give you some later."

Du Jinrong said with a wry smile, "But it depends on whether you can walk out of this door upright today!"

Lin Mo gently put down the teacup and said confidently: "I think I should be able to do it."

Seeing how calm he was, it didn't seem like he was pretending.

Even Du Jinrong, who was full of anger, couldn't help but nod secretly in his heart.

This kid is quite interesting.

"Good, young man, you have courage!" Du Jinrong laughed instead of being angry and emphasized his tone.

"Bow your head and apologize to the leader. Maybe there is still room for improvement!" Uncle Guan at the side quickly advised.

Lin Mo shook his head, with a somewhat unruly smile.

"I have a stiff waist and can't bend it."

"Ugh!"

Uncle Guan didn't reply, but just sighed deeply.

Young man, if you are too rigid, you will break easily!

Why don’t you understand this principle?