"What is going on here?"
Suddenly, Huang Ling stopped in her tracks, looking around at the many men wearing black clothes, marked with strange symbols on their bodies.
Chen Li furrowed his brow and said in a deep voice, "It must be Dan Sen's men who have arrived, but with Uncle Wang here, there shouldn't be any problems."
"Right." Huang Ling nodded and, taking Lin Mo with her, headed towards the crowd, and then affectionately called out to a middle-aged man, "Second Uncle."
Standing among the crowd was Huang Ling's Second Uncle, the helmsman of this gold mining factory, Huang Haoxuan.
Beside Huang Haoxuan was another middle-aged man in black traditional Chinese clothes, sporting a beard and lean figure, but standing with a straight back. He was just a Martial Venerate Level master, but Lin Mo glanced at him and immediately lost interest.
Opposite the crowd stood a dark-skinned man, confronting the group with his entourage.
Huang Haoxuan nodded as he saw Huang Ling and Chen Li return, and with a puzzled look in his eyes, he asked about Lin Mo, "Xiao Ling, who is this young friend?"
"Um... He's a friend I just met. We're both from Huaxia. He's preparing to return to the country, and I thought I could lend him a hand," Huang Ling said with a shy look as she explained to Huang Haoxuan.
Huang Haoxuan was obviously very authoritative in her heart, so she was somewhat scared.
"Second Uncle, I already told Ling Mei not to bring any strangers here. In the middle of nowhere like this, someone showing up suddenly is bound to have ulterior motives," Chen Li said coldly from the side.
Huang Ling glared at him, and Chen Li bowed his head slightly, no longer speaking.
At this moment, Huang Haoxuan didn't concern himself with Lin Mo's origins and looked at the dark-skinned man standing before him. His gaze turned solemn as he said, "Dan Sen, our two families have always lived in peace, not encroaching on each other's turf. Why are you stirring up trouble again? What exactly do you want?"
"I don't want to do much, just that this place belongs to us Russians, and you, a Huaxia person, should roll back to where you came from. Let's follow our usual rules this time. If you lose, you'll have to hand over this gold mining factory's territory to me," the dark-skinned man snorted coldly, his voice brimming with confidence.
"Didn't you bring a black market boxer last time who was beaten down by my men? Are you looking for death again?" Huang Haoxuan also snorted coldly, but there was a hint of unease in his heart.
"This time it's different. I've invited the new expert, Lucas," Dan Sen said, shifting his gaze quickly to a young man standing by.
The young man was about 1.78 meters tall, sporting dreadlocks, his hands behind his back, the corners of his mouth turned up in a cold arc, as if he had no regard for anyone else.
Squinting, Huang Haoxuan said, "Fine, if you lose this time, just get out of here. Brother Wang, I'm counting on you."
"Uh-huh, isn't that why I came here, to help you out?" the man in traditional Chinese clothes stepped forward and spoke calmly.
Chen Li sneered from the side, "Uncle Wang is a Martial Arts Master, he even runs two martial arts gyms back home. A successor of Baji Fist, his strength is terrifying, this Lucas is clearly courting death."
Lin Mo stood by, one hand in his pocket, showing little interest.
Uncle Wang's strength had reached Intermediate Martial Venerate Level; indeed, he was a master.
But to Lin Mo at present, he really wasn't much to look at.
"Take this!" As Uncle Wang spoke, he clenched his fist, stepping forward as swiftly as the wind and launched an attack.
There's Tai Chi to bring peace to the land, and Baji to shake the universe. Uncle Wang's movements were simple and unpretentious, yet incredibly fast and ferociously aggressive. With a stomp of his foot, all his strength gathered into his fist, creating a white Gang Wind.
The young man named Lucas, originally an underground boxing practitioner from the nearby city of Willi, was widely known for his skill. Seeing Uncle Wang's attack coming, he calmly clenched his fists, his eyes blazing with a sharp light, and suddenly a purple and green light flickered around his body, leaving the crowd stunned for a moment.
Even Huang Haoxuan was taken aback, feeling a bad premonition.
The Baji Fist was known for its fierceness, and usually, opponents would use the opponent's strength against them, employing softness to overcome hardness, not daring to face its sharpness head-on. But Lucas, with fists clenched, struck head-on like a meteor.
Boom!!
Their fists collided, kicking up dust and stones, the energy waves rippling across the sky.
But in the next moment, Uncle Wang's body was forced to retreat dozens of steps before he stopped, his chest heaving with turbulent breaths, a mouthful of fresh blood spilling out.
"Uncle Wang!"
Huang Ling and Chen Li both showed shockingly terrified expressions, crying out in alarm.
Dan Sen had always been Huang Haoxuan's opponent, and the two had been competing for control over the local gold-digging rights. Uncle Wang and others had come to support Huang Haoxuan, but they did not expect the Martial Arts Master sent by Dan Sen could defeat Uncle Wang with just one punch.
Huang Haoxuan's face was ashen, his fists clenched in reluctant acceptance.
"Haha, is this the strength of your Huaxia's Martial Venerate? So easily defeated! Huang Haoxuan, as you Huaxia people say, 'you have to accept the loss after gambling,' now leave this place immediately," Dan Sen said arrogantly, sneering continuously.
Huang Haoxuan, Huang Ling, Chen Li, and many employees looked as though they were mourning the dead, their faces deathly pale.
"Your strength is somewhat interesting?"
Suddenly, at this moment, a figure stepped out.
Huang Ling was briefly stunned; the person who walked out was Lin Mo, who had been standing beside her all along.
"Lin Mo, what are you doing..." Huang Ling's face showed urgency.
"Good heavens, what's he doing up there? Uncle Wang couldn't beat him; is he going up to seek death?" Chen Li looked stunned, then dismissed the idea disdainfully.
All along the way, he had taken a dislike to Lin Mo, jealous of Lin Mo's good looks, and irritated that Ling Mei had been talking to Lin Mo the whole time. Now, with Lin Mo trying to steal the limelight, he was naturally very displeased, secretly hoping Lucas would give Lin Mo a harsh lesson.
Huang Haoxuan frowned and kindly tried to dissuade him, "Young man, this doesn't concern you."
Uncle Wang, pressing on his chest, solemnly said, "Young man, come back. Even I, an Intermediate Martial Venerate, am no match for him; don't overestimate yourself."
Lin Mo had a cool expression, giving him a handsome and unique aura, but there was no sign of energy fluctuation around him, suggesting that he was at best a good-looking ordinary person.
Yet now, he was walking towards Dan Sen, who was even stronger than an Intermediate Martial Venerate. Wasn't this courting death?
Dan Sen's eyes flashed a sharp look, staring at Lin Mo as he coldly said, "Huaxia boy, do you really want to challenge Lucas? I advise you to go home and drink milk because if you end up with broken hands and feet later, don't blame me for not warning you."
"Shut your noise!"
Lin Mo, however, wore a cold expression, casually flinging a wide sleeve, sending a piercingly cold gust of wind over tens of meters, knocking Lucas straight back through the air, his body smeared with blood, half his face buried into the sand!
The whole place fell silent as death, with Huang Haoxuan, Uncle Wang, Chen Li, Huang Ling, and others opening their mouths wide, disbelieving the sight of the seventeen- or eighteen-year-old youth before them.