When Manager An Chasing saw that Lin Mo was planning to fight hard, his face changed dramatically.
“General Mo, they are from the Knife Sect, we can’t afford to mess with them!”
Those Daoists were all unblinking existences that killed people.
If we offended them, we wouldn’t know when we would die across the street.
“So we’ll just let others sh*t and P*ss on our heads?”
Lin Mo asked a rhetorical question that directly rendered the manager speechless.
“They’re all going to be cleaned up anyway, it’s not as bad as one more of their sword teachings.”
The manager had yet to react to the meaning of the latter statement.
Lin Mo had already walked into the lobby.
“Little yellow hair, do you know that cutting off people’s money is like killing their parents!”
As Matthews’ lapdog, anyone who met in these three districts had to call out to Young Huang or Brother Mao.
This kid dared to call himself Little Yellow Hair.
“I’ll break you, scrap him for me!”
The hitman smiled and turned his gun, aiming it directly at Lin Mo.
“Pop!”
Without the slightest bit of defense, a crisp slap sounded.
The hitman was directly blinded by the slap!
He was the one holding the gun, and this kid even dared to slap himself.
“I’m f*cking ……”
The words didn’t finish, another slap.
“I’m going to get you killed!”
“Slap!”
The batterer: “……”
Holy sh*t!
The hitter’s eyes glared and he pulled the trigger straight away.
In such a move, it scared Gila so much that she screamed straight away.
“Boss!”
Chief Mo was out for himself.
If he died under the enemy’s snatch, he would be guilty of a great sin.
Yellow Hair, on the other hand, was full of glee at this point.
If he killed this boss, wouldn’t Mo’s hotel be dedicated to Young Master Matthews.
It would be a great achievement.
The trigger was pulled!
Bang!
The expected, bloody scene did not appear.
The hitman stared blankly at the blown pistol in his hand and the blackened palm of his hand.
The look of fear in his eyes coalesced instantly.
This …… is still human!
With the slightest squeeze of two fingers, the pistol deflated straight away!
Pop!
Without waiting for the hitman to react, another slap landed on his face.
This time, Lin Mo did not hold back his hand.
The tremendous force slapped the batterer out of the way.
It smashed heavily against the wall, forming a shocking dent.
The flip that caught him off guard stunned Yellow Hair.
This was a master!
Lin Mo didn’t say a word as his gaze swept past.
Several of the originally arrogant fighters instantly showed their fear.
After only a glance with Lin Mo, they were scared and withdrew their pistols.
“What do you …… you want!”
Yellow Hair stammered as he watched Lin Mo approach.
“Our Young Master Matthews is still upstairs, if you dare to move me you are slapping our Young Master in the face.”
He knew that he had kicked the iron plate, and at this point, he didn’t have the arrogance he had before.
Since Lin Mo could easily crush a pistol, he could naturally crush his own neck easily too.
Lin Mo didn’t bother to talk nonsense to him.
With a grip, he squeezed Yellow Hair’s neck and lifted him into mid-air.
The fighters on the side, even though they were holding firearms, could only watch as their boss desperately struggled.
“We …… Knife Cult …… will not spare …… you!”
Yellow Hair made a final struggle in an attempt to deter Lin Mo with the Knife Cult behind him.
Unfortunately, Lin Mo simply wouldn’t eat this.
“Then I will try!”
He said with a cold gaze and increased the strength in his hands by a few points.
Since his opponent had already dealt a death blow, there was no need for him to be soft-hearted.
Seeing that Yellow Hair was about to perish.
The door to the box on the first floor finally opened.
“Stop it!”
Beside the parapet, a cloaked Matthews stood silently.
Lin Mo tilted his head and examined the teenager in front of him.
Not a single emotion fluctuated could be seen on this man’s face.
Even if his man, Huang, was about to perish.
“Come up for a drink?”
Matthews lifted the tall gla*s in his hand and extended an invitation.
Lin Mo nodded, and with a casual flip of his hand, he threw Huang a long way away.