Lin Mo flicked his wrist, tossing the Union Master and the Tiger Lord down to the street. They landed with a heavy thud right at the feet of Dojo Master Iron, groaning in pain, his mask cracked to reveal a terrified, ordinary-looking face.
Silence.
Absolute, terrified silence descended on the street.
In less than a minute, Lin Mo had neutralized the leaders and elites of the city's three ruling factions without drawing a weapon, without moving from his spot, and without breaking a sweat.
He stood on the balcony, the Tiger Lord pinned beneath his finger, the Union Master groaning below, and the Iron Crane Master shaking in his boots.
"Now," Lin Mo said in a pleasant and cheerful voice, cutting through the fear like a warm knife through butter. "Shall we try this again? I believe I was scheduling a meeting. If you're here to continue interrupting, we may have to see blood."
