Lin Mo stood with his hands clasped behind his back, looking down at Elder Qin in a condescending manner as he calmly said, "Not speaking anymore?"
Elder Qin was both angry and in pain. Was it necessary to bully someone to this extent? My damn mouth is all beaten up by you; how can I still speak?
Lin Mo slightly lifted his head, scanning everyone.
Those from Shanghai who initially were full of arrogance and had previously snorted at Lin Mo now hurriedly lowered their heads in fear of a deadly stare from him.
"A bunch of cowards!"
Lin Mo snorted lightly, hands still clasped behind his back, his demeanor resembling that of the Nine Heavens Monarch, and the crowd from Shanghai like countless submissive subjects, not even daring to breathe too loudly.
