Chapter 616: Speak Translator: Timothy_ Editor: GlobeGlotter

“Ye—Young Master Mo, we didn’t mean to offend you. Why did you come all the way here?” Xiong Qianyi got up, his face pale.

Everyone in the room stared at their boss in shock. They didn’t understand. Even if their boss saw the mayor, he wouldn’t react like this. Who was this Ye Mo? Why was their fearless boss so scared?

Others didn’t know Ye Mo, but they’d heard of him. They said the Song family’s downfall was due to a certain Ye Mo. But what frightened Xiong Qianyi most was the story of a ruthless killer who appeared at the Ghost City’s hidden sects tournament—Ye Mo.

Although he hadn’t been at the tournament, they said Ye Mo was a killing machine, daring to fight the legendary hidden sects. Hidden sect members could easily kill anyone who crossed them, yet Ye Mo effortlessly beat them. Xiong Qianyi was nothing compared to him.

No wonder he dared to kill openly and without concern. No wonder he’d dared to break Dai Heng’s leg with no repercussions. Realizing this, Xiong Qianyi’s legs trembled.

He hadn’t been this scared in years. Not even when he first faced his boss as a lowly underling.

Seeing Ye Mo approach, Xiong Qianyi no longer dared to stand. He quickly moved aside, saying, “Young Master Mo, please have a seat.”

Ye Mo sat in the head seat and scanned Xiong Qianyi. “I heard you’re looking for me?”

Xiong Qianyi’s teeth chattered. “No, no, how dare I look for you? Young Master Mo, this is a mistake, a simple mistake.”

“Shi Xiu is my friend, and I’m familiar with Lu Lin’s family. Yet, your association has been trying to harm them.” While he could easily resolve this with wind blades, Ye Mo didn’t want to.

“No, no, a misunderstanding. I regret listening to Young Master Heng,” he said, still clinging to the hope of blaming Dai Heng, even though he knew he’d offended Ye Mo.

Ye Mo knew Dai Heng had ordered it, but Xiong Qianyi wasn’t innocent either.

He looked at the policeman. “Go back and get things ready. Call Li Chunsheng; let him put you in charge of this case and eliminate the Wu Jin Association’s power in the province. Take this pill and go.”

Liu Zhun was stunned—a promotion? With Li Chunsheng’s backing, what couldn’t he do? He quickly took the pill and left.

Telling the police to investigate the Wu Jin Association at their headquarters was more than a slap in the face.

“F*ck! Who are you? You dare—” The Wu Jin Association was a large gang; many weren’t afraid to die.

But the man didn’t finish his sentence. Ye Mo shot him in the forehead.

“That’s the last bullet,” Ye Mo said, shaking his head at the gun. It didn’t require chi; it was quite convenient.

Xiong Qianyi’s expression shifted constantly. He knew Ye Mo was powerful, but this was humiliating. He’d almost knelt, yet Ye Mo had openly ordered the provincial committee to destroy their power. Should he continue to endure this? He knew he had to. He understood the power of someone who could defeat the hidden sects.

“F*ck, brothers, let’s kill this bastard!” Seeing Ye Mo about to kill them all, Xiong Qianyi was terrified, but some weren’t. The vice-leader, long unhappy with Xiong Qianyi’s rule, saw his chance.

At his call, over half of the twenty or so members drew their swords.

Xiong Qianyi watched them attack, but didn’t interfere. He held onto a sliver of hope that he’d misjudged Ye Mo.

Ye Mo smiled and unleashed wind blades. He wasn’t interested in fighting these men.

In an instant, they were all dead. While there were no dismembered bodies, Ye Mo’s wind blades had struck their hearts with deadly accuracy, creating a bloodbath. The air reeked of blood.

From uproar to massacre, it took only seconds; then, silence.

The survivors’ faces were pale. They’d seen blood before, some had even killed, but they’d never seen anything like Ye Mo—killing dozens with a flick of the wrist.

Xiong Qianyi’s fear intensified. He never thought someone who cultivated ancient martial arts could reach such a superhuman level. What shocked him most was Ye Mo’s calmness during the slaughter.

Then, silence. Ye Mo said nothing. He saw a fat man run in frantically.

The man burst through the door, unaware of the scene before him. “Brother Xiong, the higher-ups are sending people to investigate the Wu Jin Association, you—”

He stopped, realizing something was wrong. The floor was covered in bodies; everyone except the man at the head had pale faces and trembling legs.

“What’s going on?” The fat man froze, wanting to retreat.

“Who are you? Here to inform the Wu Jin Association?” Ye Mo glanced at him.

The fat man looked at Xiong Qianyi, who stared at the ground—he immediately understood. He saw the gun and didn’t dare to flee. “I’m the Jiu Tang police chief. What’s happening here?”

Ye Mo shook his head. If the fat man hadn’t come, he wouldn’t have bothered, but now he didn’t need to go anywhere. It would save Li Chunsheng trouble. Without hesitation, he threw a wind blade.

He knew killing a police chief would cause problems for Li Chunsheng, but the Dai and Qiu families already had their eyes on him. If Li Chunsheng couldn’t handle this, he was useless in the political scene.

He stared at Xiong Qianyi. “You captured Lu Lin’s family, right?”

Seeing Ye Mo kill even a police chief, Xiong Qianyi’s blood ran cold. He stammered, “Yes, but we didn’t mistreat them.”

Ye Mo continued, “She had some things in her house. Did you take them? Where are they?”

“I—I don’t know. Baosheng handled those matters,” Xiong Qianyi said, looking at his top man.

Baosheng, usually the abuser, now tasted his own medicine. He was terrified, but his eyes darted around.

“There was a colorful stone. Where is it? Speak!” Ye Mo slammed the table, his voice sharp.