Chapter 267 The Corpse is Talking

Everyone instinctively turned towards the voice and saw Ling Mo and his three companions walking in through the door.

Ling Mo, at the front, looked remarkably calm, as if he hadn’t just been insulted by Qiang Zi a moment ago.

He really wasn’t angry.

When someone possesses enough strength to match their ambitions, they tend to be indifferent to others’ slurs. It’s like a little brat provoking an adult, saying, “You definitely can’t beat me, want to compete?” Most adults would simply chuckle and ignore it.

However, this wasn’t just about his feelings; it was more crucial to the impression he made on others.

He might not care about his own reputation, but he couldn’t disregard Xinyan’s—if he was labeled as a “sugar baby,” then Xinyan’s reputation would undoubtedly suffer, and just for that reason, he had to take it seriously.

Moreover, it wasn’t particularly difficult for him.

As the four of them appeared, many in the bar had already recognized them—after all, the previous topic had been Ling Mo, so it was unlikely anyone wouldn’t know him. Their expressions ranged from excitement at the upcoming drama to fear of the impending conflict, and even confusion about the future.

Everyone except Qiang Zi.

He looked completely baffled: “Who are you?”

Ling Mo: “…”

Good question.

But before he could respond, Qiang Zi stood up from his chair and laughed, “Forget it, you don’t need to introduce yourself; you’ll soon be a dead man anyway—I admire your courage in declaring war. As a token of my appreciation, you can have some time to deliver your last words.”

At the same moment, Xinyan noticed that the bar’s door had been shut and locked by a group of thugs, trapping everyone inside.

Moreover, several thugs were subtly surrounding the two, clearly associated with Qiang Zi.

Qiang Zi then glanced at Xinyan and Monica, his smile growing more lewd: “Are these two chicks your women? Then they should stay and have some fun with us.”

Even the fat guy couldn’t help but smirk.

He wasn’t bothered by being ignored; he was more curious about how the abilities organization had become so brazen.

He had thought of himself as a law-abiding citizen all this time.

Monica ground her teeth a bit and smiled, “Ling Mo, make your move count.”

Upon hearing this, Xinyan also chimed in, “Don’t hold back.”

This guy’s life or death was irrelevant; she was simply annoyed by him.

After all, on some level, he was insulting her.

“Okay,” Ling Mo replied softly.

Xinyan’s words were orders.

Their voices were quiet, but given their current hearing capabilities, communication wasn’t difficult. However, from afar, Qiang Zi and his pals couldn’t hear them. Seeing Monica’s smile, Qiang Zi assumed it was because of his “handsome” appearance, and he puffed out his chest, trying to display more masculinity.

At this moment, Ling Mo stood in front of Qiang Zi.

“Have you thought out your last words?” Qiang Zi sneered, trying his utmost to sound cool as he slowly approached Ling Mo. However, when he realized he was half a head shorter, he inconspicuously stepped back a couple of paces, tilting his head to look down at Ling Mo, establishing a pose of absolute victory.

Ling Mo remained silent, merely making a “please” gesture.

Just that one gesture exuded much more aura than Qiang Zi’s bravado.

Even Qiang Zi had to admit that when it came to posturing, he couldn’t compare to Ling Mo.

He chuckled, “Sure! You’re impressive! I’ll see if you can keep up that attitude later!”

Saying this, he posed in a ridiculously flawed boxing stance, bending his knees to show off. To outsiders, it might have looked somewhat convincing.

Ling Mo stood still, not responding, merely watching him show off.

Seeing this, Qiang Zi thought he was intimidated and pressed on, “Are you regretting it now? Haha! I’m not unreasonable; if you’re willing to kneel and apologize, I might let you off easy.”

After all, he knew just how capable he was; putting on a show was one thing, but in a real fight, he’d definitely embarrass himself—but with a bunch of underlings around him, he was counting on their presence. Anyone who knew him wouldn’t dare to challenge him unless they wanted to die.

Yet, Ling Mo still showed no reaction.

“Wow, interesting. You really want to fight me?” Qiang Zi said, adopting a swaggering pose as he sized up Ling Mo before nodding, “Fine, I’ll grant your wish.”

It seemed this guy had either panicked or regretted his decision but didn’t want to kneel in apology, opting instead to go for a non-resisting surrender, trying to save face—something he was all too familiar with.

However… haha, someone who dared to provoke Qiang Zi and hoped to leave with some dignity?

He was thinking a bit too optimistically.

“Alright everyone, watch closely!” Qiang Zi bent slightly, getting into an offensive stance, “Let me show you what real skill looks like—”

With that, he suddenly launched a high kick, followed by a spinning sidekick, then a backflip, seamlessly culminating in a flowing fist pose—only to not even graze Ling Mo.

After performing that sequence, he stared at Ling Mo, who had an impassive expression for a second, then charged forward: “Catch this! My unique move—Heavenly Collapse…”

Bang—!

As he was about to make contact with Ling Mo, the latter threw a punch right at his face, creating a dull thud that even hinted at the sound of bones cracking, leaving Qiang Zi’s unfinished words stuck in his throat. His body was sent flying backward, crashing into the crowd of onlookers with a startled uproar.

Chaos erupted in the bar.

At the sight of Qiang Zi being beaten, the other thugs immediately grabbed their weapons and charged forward, only for Ling Mo to put on a show of unrivaled skill before everyone.

Even without using abilities, with his current physical prowess and exceptional fighting skills, bolstered by almost abnormal stamina from his powers, not to mention facing just a handful of bar thugs, even ten times their number wouldn’t stand a chance against him.

In an instant, the entire bar was filled with flying bodies; terrified spectators scrambled to escape, but the locked doors left them unable to flee, plunging the bar into a state of chaos.

Some thugs recognized that Ling Mo was no easy opponent and decided to target Xinyan and the other two instead, and—

Xinyan showed them what true hell was—

Because while Ling Mo merely knocked people down, she actually killed.

One tail, one life, never more.