Chapter 1622 - 1635: The Evil Ones Attack

Chapter 1622: Chapter 1635: The Evil Ones Attack

"Chen Peiwen, the Secretary to Secretary Zhou of the Municipal Party Committee. He told me to find someone at the Supreme International Club." It’s clear that Young Master Qi is well-versed in self-preservation and understanding where to seek refuge. Before Lin Mu could finish speaking, he had already sold out Chen Peiwen completely. "According to his description, it’s an old man, probably seventy or eighty years old, sickly, with bluish spots on his body. I’m not sure why, but Secretary Chen seems unwilling to make it public. Before coming, he repeatedly emphasized the need for strict confidentiality."

Lin Mu furrowed his brow, "Chen Peiwen? How old is he, and what does he look like?"

"Probably in his early thirties, as for his appearance, there should be a photo of him on the official website of the Pearl River Delta."

"... not Huizhi! Damn it, who the hell is that Little Monk? He even manages to command the Secretary to the Municipal Party Secretary."

Although Lin Mu is not very knowledgeable about officialdom, he understands the principle of the seven-ranking official at the door of the prime minister. The Secretary to the Municipal Party Secretary may not rank high administratively, but his potential power is considerable, given he is the leader’s confidant.

"Brother, what do we do next?"

After sending Qi Junwen away, the two returned to the car. Despite knowing that they had been unwittingly dragged into the matter, Cheng Xu was not the least bit displeased. On the contrary, he secretly rejoiced in his heart.

What’s wrong with the Secretary to the Municipal Party Secretary being great, can he be more formidable than Lin Mu? As long as he holds onto this sturdy leg, why worry about future success? Though they have not been in contact for long, Cheng Xu has developed a blind admiration for Lin Mu.

"Let’s return to the Supreme International Club first and deal with the body there."

Lin Mu was unaware that unknowingly he had gained a loyal yet fanatic admirer.

He rubbed his temples and closed his eyes.

It seems now that things may not be as simple as he thought. If Zhao Ming were just a Medicine Man, then let it be if he ran away. After all, he wouldn’t live long and no longer had any value. There was no need for Little Monk to go through so much trouble to forcibly bring him back. But from yesterday until now, two groups have already come to the Supreme International Club, both aiming to take Zhao Ming away. Such urgent actions are indeed intriguing.

"Could it be that Zhao Ming’s corpse contains some unknown secret?" Somehow, unease suddenly rose in Lin Mu’s heart, and as time passed, that unease continued to expand, expanding...

When the two returned to the Supreme International Club, business was booming, with nearly fifty private rooms almost all full.

"Damn it, where have Huang Mao and Little Ghost run off to? As soon as I’m gone, they start slacking off. Really itching for trouble." From the first to the third floor, Cheng Xu hadn’t seen his two reliable subordinates, and this made him unable to avoid some doubts. Shaking his head, he turned to look at Lin Mu, "Brother, why don’t you rest here for a bit, and I’ll go upstairs to get the keys?"

To be on the safe side, Cheng Xu had locked the keys inside the safe in his fourth-floor office, while the secret room for hiding money was set on the third floor within the private room.

"Wait, I’ll accompany you for the trip." Lin Mu pondered, furrowing his brow as he followed.

Compared to the three floors below, the fourth floor seemed much quieter. As they reached the office, Cheng Xu casually pushed open the door, about to speak when a strong scent of blood suddenly hit him, causing him to stagger and almost vomit his dinner.

The originally tidy and bright office had turned into a bloody Asura Hell. Black bloodstains solidified on the ground and walls, where faintly, bits of shattered flesh could be seen mixed within. Two people were suspended from the air by ropes, clearly Cheng Xu’s reliable subordinates, Huang Mao and Little Ghost. But at this moment, they were entirely unrecognizable. On the left, Huang Mao had his belly cut open, intestines and organs spilled all over the ground, and judging by the bluish-black face, he had clearly been dead for a while. On the right, Little Ghost still had a breath, but he was a skeleton, without an inch of intact skin.

"Ha, the main characters finally returned." The man in black with a scarred face lazily raised a wine glass, as if toasting or inviting them to admire his work.

"Damn it!" Cheng Xu’s eyes suddenly surged with scarlet. Huang Mao and Little Ghost were his brothers, and now both had been killed so cruelly in the office. How could Cheng Xu remain calm? Without thinking, he grabbed the nearby coat rack, swinging it fiercely at the man in black on the boss chair.

"Such bad manners." The man in black shook his head, as if swatting a fly, casually waving his right hand.

Bang! The iron coat rack instantly twisted and deformed. Cheng Xu felt an incredibly powerful force invade his arms, causing indescribable pain to instantly coat him in a layer of cold sweat. Just then, a large hand reached from behind, pressing against the back of Cheng Xu’s shoulder blades. The warmth that appeared like spring wind thawing snow quickly dissolved the fierce force.

This all happened so quickly that when Cheng Xu staggered back two steps, he realized his sleeves had completely burst apart, transforming into fragments scattered down. This level of power clearly had reached the Dark Force stage in Huaxia Martial Arts!

"An expert in Dark Force?"

The man in black raised an eyebrow, showing interest. Although he seemed interested, he showed no intention of getting up. Sipping his red wine, he closed his eyes, indulging for a few seconds before speaking slowly, "Although you’ll eventually die, you have the right to say your name before me."

The guy’s pretentious attitude was unbearable even for Lin Mu.

He pursed his lips, motioning Cheng Xu to retreat, not bothering to say a word more. Lin Mu’s right foot then stomped heavily on the ground. Crunch, spider-web-like cracks spread on the tiles, and his body, like a bullet shot from a chamber, fast to an unbelievable level, leaving trails in the air. The man in black’s brows twitched, his muscles tensed suddenly. Without any obvious action, his body sprang from the chair, but unfortunately, he was a beat too slow.

The heavy mahogany desk suddenly rose, striking the man in black’s body, smashing against the wall behind.

Bang, fragmented wood flew, dust billowed, and the wall made of reinforced concrete opened several visible cracks. However, the matter was far from over. Under Cheng Xu’s dazed gaze, Lin Muhu roared, jumping and swinging his arms malevolently, punching one after another into the smoke.

"Bang bang bang!"

The dull thuds of fists connecting with flesh echoed continuously in the air. God knows how great his strength was, in any case, standing on the ground, Cheng Xu felt as though he had returned to the run-down hut near the railroad from years past, with even his feet feeling faintly numb.