Lin Mu spoke slowly. "Are you going to hand the person over, or do I have to do it myself?"
The bald man and the woman exchanged a surprised glance.
"I thought Ma Xuan was crazy, but you're even worse!" the bald man sneered. "Who do you think you are, Zhao Zilong? You think you can just demand we hand someone over?"
Lin Mu sighed. "It looks like I'll have to do this myself."
The bald man flew into a rage. Waving his hand, he roared, "Brothers, get him! Teach this ignorant brat a harsh lesson!"
At his command, the men behind him surged toward Lin Mu, wielding an assortment of makeshift weapons.
"Be careful!" Su Ke'er cried out, her face paling.
"Stand still and don't move," Lin Mu said calmly.
He showed not the slightest hint of fear, instead striding forward to meet the charge. A thug-like youth swinging a steel pipe aimed a blow straight for Lin Mu's head.
"Die!" the thug roared, his face twisted in a savage grin, utterly confident in his strike.
BANG!
