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

"Be bold!"

In an instant, everyone in Sanhemen reacted.

With an angry shout, they all pounced towards Lin Mo.

"Be careful, senior brother!" Wu Yue said anxiously.

Between Sanhemen and Lin Mo, she chose the latter without hesitation.

Lin Mo smiled at her and shook his head gently, indicating that she didn't need to worry.

Immediately afterwards, his figure flashed like a ghost and appeared in front of those people in an instant.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

A punch was thrown and the wind whistled.

A palm was slapped out, and the air exploded.

He kicked out with unstoppable force.

With one elbow thrust, he was invincible...

In just a few seconds, Lin Mo's movements were dazzlingly fast.

An incredible number of moves were made in an instant.

In just a few seconds, he performed several actions that were difficult for ordinary people to understand.

Those people who rushed over from Sanhemen flew backwards like kites with their strings cut.

The tables and chairs were smashed to pieces and the fence was shattered.

They fell heavily to the ground, rolling over and wailing, with screams coming one after another.

Lin Mo calmly returned to his chair.

He picked up the teacup and took a sip.

There wasn't even a drop of sweat on my body.

Looking at the people wailing on the ground and the mess on the ground.

Du Hanzhi opened her eyes wide, her face full of disbelief.

This... is he still a human?

So many people attacking him together, yet they are no match for him?

And just now, I actually wanted to hit him?

She felt like she had been through the gates of hell.

I couldn't help but feel a little scared, and I felt cold from head to toe.

The handsome young man who had been slightly hostile towards Lin Mo before was now dumbfounded and could not utter a word.

He tried hard to recall whether he had shown any disrespect when he picked up Lin Mo.

For a moment, he felt very nervous and uneasy.

Uncle Guan also opened his mouth wide, his face full of shock, looking at the scene in disbelief.

He knew that this young man was no ordinary person, but he didn't expect him to be so powerful.

With his own strength, he knocked everyone to the ground.

Even a master like Uncle Fu couldn't survive a single move in his hands.

After doing all this, the other party still looked calm and composed.

Obviously, his strength far exceeds that of everyone present!

In fact, Uncle Guan had no doubt at all.

If this young man wanted, I'm afraid none of these people would survive!

Wu Yue and the Zhong siblings were equally shocked.

Although they knew that Lin Mo usually kept a low profile.

He must be an unfathomable master.

But I actually witnessed the moment when Lin Mo took action.

Only then did they deeply realize how terrifying he was!

Enough to fight ten with one, and a hundred with one!

Just like the legendary martial arts master!

At this moment, their hearts were full of doubts.

At this moment, they all had only one question in their minds.

What is the strength of Senior Brother (Mo Ge)? !

Could it be that he has become a martial arts master?

But such a young master, isn't it too unbelievable?

On the other side, Du Jinrong was furious. He had never suffered such humiliation.

His right hand unconsciously reached for his waist, wanting to pull out the gun.

"If you don't want to die, don't take the things out."

A cold voice suddenly sounded.

Du Jinrong's movements froze instantly.

"If you take it out, today's matter won't be so easy."

Lin Mo turned his back to him and spoke coldly.

A drop of cold sweat slid down Du Jinrong's forehead.

These words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the anger in his heart.

He slowly let go of his hand.

When he raised his head again, the expression on his face when he looked at Lin Mo had changed.

His eyes were filled with undisguised shock.

This boy looks so young, why does he have such high martial arts skills?

Not to mention myself, even Uncle Fu, who is a master of Hua Jin, is no match for the other party!

If he wanted to kill me, wouldn't it be easy?

It's ridiculous. I just threatened the other party.

He really doesn't know whether to live or die!

He is not a young man like Du Zhicheng who only cares about revenge.

He knows when to be tough and when to bow his head.

If the strength of both sides is equal, then they can naturally regroup and look for opportunities for revenge.

But if the power disparity is too great, then it is not shameful to bow your head, admit your mistake, or even kneel down and beg for mercy.

After all, how can face be more important than life?

This is the way of survival he has summed up after years of struggling in the world.

So Du Jinrong hurriedly stood up, suppressed his anger, and said with a folded hand: "I am Du, I didn't recognize the great man, I hope you will forgive me!"

"If it weren't for Xiaoyue, you wouldn't be alive today."

Lin Mo's tone was very calm.

But when Du Jinrong heard it, it sent a chill down his spine.

Because he had no doubt about the truth of this statement.

"Yes! This is all Du's fault. It's my fault for not disciplining my family well and offending you!

When I return, I promise to discipline him strictly and never let such a thing happen again!"

Lin Mo didn't expect Du Jinrong to be so straightforward.

Be able to bend and stretch, and know how to judge the situation.

I couldn't help but look up to him.

It turns out that those who can sit in high positions are not ordinary people.

"In that case, how should today's matter be resolved? Master Du will at least give me an explanation, right?"

Lin Mo smiled slightly.

The corner of Du Jinrong's mouth twitched.

You gave all of us a beating today.

Are you still asking me for explanation now?

Who can I go to for justice in this matter?

However, nowadays, people have to bow their heads under the eaves.

He could only walk to the table, take out a check from his lapel, write it, and hand it to Lin Mo, saying with an apologetic smile: "This is fifty thousand dollars. Take it to Citibank and you can exchange it for cash later. Just consider it as Mr. Du's apology to you."

Lin Mo glanced at it and handed it to Zhong Xiu beside him.

"This is the money that Lord Du paid me as compensation. Ah Xiu, you have to help me keep it."

Where had Zhong Xiu ever seen so much money?

When I saw the number above, my eyes widened instantly.

"Don't think about taking revenge on me. I don't want to kill anyone." Lin Mo did not forget to remind Du Jinrong.

Du Jinrong seemed to have his thoughts exposed, his face changed slightly: "What are you talking about? Why would I want to take revenge on you!"

"It's better not to." Lin Mo didn't comment, and then said, "Also, if Xiaoyue is wronged again, I will come to you again."

As he said this, he looked at Du Hanzhi in the corner.

When Du Hanzhi saw Lin Mo looking at her, she was frightened as if she had seen a ghost. She quickly lowered her head, not daring to look him in the face.

Hearing Lin Mo's threat, Du Jinrong's expression changed again.

He quickly stated: "Xiaoyue is my niece, how could I let her suffer any injustice?"

"I hope so." Lin Mo snorted softly, "Okay, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first. Master Du doesn't need to see me off."

Du Jinrong's mouth twitched again, and he thought: Who the hell wants to give it to you!

Who the hell wants to give it to you?

"Let's go." Lin Mo said to Zhong Ling and the others.

Wu Yue glanced at Du Jinrong and hesitated.

"Go!"

Du Jinrong smiled bitterly.

Wu Yue said "I'm sorry" and followed Lin Mo.

The middle-aged gambler, Fan Qing, had been hiding in the corner pretending to be dead.

Now seeing Lin Mo was about to leave, he quickly got up and followed him out.

"By the way, Master Du."

Lin Mo, who was about to go out, suddenly turned around.

Du Jinrong was so frightened that his heart was trembling, fearing that he would do something weird again.

"what happened?"

He forced a smile on his face.

"Didn't you say before that you would give me some tea? I don't want much, just three or five bags. Please send it to my home. Uncle Fu knows the place."

Lin Mo smiled slightly.

He completely ignored Du Jinrong's ugly expression and left with Wu Yue and his group.