Chapter 11 Scrapped

Boom! Just then, a sports car was speeding towards them from not far away, and as it drew closer, everyone could see that it was the very car driven by Li Hong, with Li Hong himself inside.

Seeing Li Hong getting out of the car, Chu Mo approached him and said with a sneer: "You lost. Isn't it time to honor your bet?"

Li Hong's face was livid with rage, and he gritted his teeth and glared at Chu Mo: "What if I don't honor it!"

"Then I'll just have to break your hands and consider it as fulfilling your bet." Chu Mo replied coldly.

Just a few simple words, but the tone of contempt nearly drove Li Hong mad as he cursed: "Fuck your mother! Dream on if you think you can break my fucking hands! Kneel down immediately, beg for mercy, and crawl under my crotch. Perhaps I might spare your life today!"

Chu Mo couldn't help but sneer continuously at this idiotic outburst, the likes of which he was seeing for the first time.

"You fucking dare to laugh, I'm telling you, not only am I going to kill you, but I'm going to take turns with Yan Shuangshuang and all the women around you, and have a go with each one of them!"

However, before he could finish speaking, Crack! A terrible, crisp sound rang out. Li Hong's face twisted in pain as it felt like his palm was about to break, and he let out a piercing, agonized scream.

At that moment, looking into Chu Mo's eyes, Li Hong felt as though he was stuck in an icy cave, the cold cutting to the bone!

But seeing his numerous underlings around him gave him an immediate sense of confidence.

What he didn't expect at all was that with so many of his men around, Chu Mo still dared to lay hands on him.

"What the hell are you waiting for, kill this bastard for me!" Li Hong screamed, his rage boiling over, as if it could set the world on fire.

The tattooed youths standing by, upon hearing this order, all displayed extremely fierce expressions and swarmed toward Chu Mo with their knives brandishing.

"Not a real man, can't even accept a loss!" Yan Shuangshuang cursed angrily, but called out worriedly to Chu Mo: "Run, Chu Mo!"

Chu Mo remained where he was, looking even colder but giving Yan Shuangshuang a faint smile, saying, "Don't be afraid!"

These simple three words made Yan Shuangshuang pause. The glance she just received from Chu Mo made her feel exceptionally safe.

It felt as if she would be unharmed behind Chu Mo, even if there were dozens or hundreds of people coming after them.

In the meantime, a tattooed youth had already rushed in front of Chu Mo, brandishing a knife viciously toward Chu Mo's shoulder.

"It looks like this kid is done for!"

"Messing with Young Master Li, he's definitely not going to die a whole body!"

The onlookers around them all let out alarmed voices but showed not a hint of sympathy. To them, Chu Mo's life or death was none of their business.

Just as the knife was about to hit Chu Mo's shoulder, Chu Mo suddenly leaped into the air. Yan Shuangshuang looked up and saw this scene, feeling as though she was watching a martial arts film.

Chu Mo did not intend to dodge at all. As he leapt, he threw a fierce punch right into the chest of the tattooed youth.

With a muffled grunt, the man didn't even have a chance to scream before he was kicked flying away.

In the moments that followed, Chu Mo moved like a phantom in the night, in broad daylight none could clearly see his movements, with dozens of knives slashing at him, all missing their mark, Chu Mo was left unscathed.

In just a few seconds, screams filled the air. Not far away, people piled up like a mountain, bodies flying and lying haphazardly, quickly creating a mound of people several meters high.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, as if the Chu Mo standing before them was not human, but a beast!

The visual shock made them shudder, relieved they hadn't provoked this young man; otherwise, their fate would be grim.

Yan Shuangshuang was dumbfounded, but admiration, surprise, and shock shone brighter in her beautiful eyes.

Upon seeing this, Li Hong's face turned pale, cold sweat broke out, and he turned to flee.

But in the next second, Chu Mo appeared in front of him like a ghost, and sneered, "You think you can run now? Too late, don't you think?"

"You…I…" Li Hong trembled all over, his words slurred, his body shook, disregarding the intense pain coming from his broken palm, he pleaded, "Don't touch me! I'm with Qing Gang…"

"Qing Gang?" Chu Mo raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, my father is the Gang Leader of Qing Gang. If you dare touch me, he will make sure you have nowhere to be buried. Now…" Seeing that Chu Mo seemed daunted by his threat, Li Hong's tone grew threatening.

Li Hong thought he had frightened Chu Mo with the mention of Qing Gang. But Chu Mo simply smiled faintly and said, "Qing Gang? What garbage Qing Gang? I've never heard of it!"

"And also, I hate being threatened the most! Especially by scum like you! Trash! Ugly fuck!"

Crack! Chu Mo suddenly stepped fiercely on Li Hong's hand, the hand grotesquely deforming, blood seeping as it was crushed, the scene utterly brutal.

In that moment, everyone on the scene felt a chill, this seemingly harmless young man was ruthlessly fierce!

"Get lost!" Chu Mo withdrew his foot, but suddenly seemed to remember something and said, "Remember, if you dare to bother me again, it won't just be the pain of a broken hand next time. And your so-called Qing Gang, as long as they don't bother me, I'll let them be. But if they do, I wouldn't mind taking them down too!"

Done speaking, Chu Mo grabbed Yan Shuangshuang and left dominantly and arrogantly, leaving everyone behind with looks of horror and Li Hong with a contorted face, continuously howling in pain.