CHAPTER 316: CHAPTER 272

Mr. Mo didn’t know that the people outside were watching and saw three people leaving Wu Hongfei’s mansion. They dispatched three cars to follow them just in case.

"Enemies are too cunning!" Mr. Mo was very annoyed.

"Where does that road lead?" Lan Tian asked the driver in front who was pointing at a small road not far ahead.

"There used to be a brick factory there because it was remote and sparsely populated and was later abandoned," the driver knew the terrain well.

"Head there," Mo Junhua immediately directed.

The driver looked at Mr. Mo.

"Listen to him, go that way."

The driver pressed the accelerator, sprinted forward, turned the steering wheel, and the car turned into that small road, heading towards the abandoned brick factory.

The two cars following saw the car ahead suddenly speed up, thinking they were trying to escape, they sped up and chased after them too fast, overrunning the spot, realizing the car ahead had turned into the side road, they backed up and turned into that road.

One car went ahead to notify the cars stopped along the road, then two cars backed up and chased after them.

Half an hour later, they saw the abandoned brick factory; there was no road ahead for passage. The driver drifted the car around, turning the car head back to the original route.

The sound of cars roaring came from the mountain road, and in a minute or two, three cars drove over, blocking the road ahead side by side.

"Stay in the car," Lan Tian told Mo Junhua in the front passenger seat, then opened the door and got out.

Mo Junhua: "..."

Shouldn’t that line have been his to say to the girl? The wife is too formidable; he doesn’t seem to have a role to play, which as a man leaves him both a bit ... proud.

Wu Hongfei looked at the immovable Mo Junhua in the front and the steadfast Mr. Mo, feeling very conflicted. They, a bunch of old men, were sitting in the car letting a girl go to the frontline; wasn’t that too cowardly?

"Master, the people over there are not tender or lenient, they won’t go easy just because she’s a girl. We should go down and help!"

"Don’t worry, the girl can handle it. If you go down, you will only add chaos, you’ll understand soon. She’s doing this as a way of returning a favor for me!" Mr. Mo was touched, knowing well why she went down.

The Mo Family had few merits, but they were notably protective. Two years ago when he returned to Beijing, he was almost killed. The girl must have remembered that.

About a dozen people came down from the opposite car, with steady steps, agile movements, and straight postures, clearly ex-soldiers.

The people on the other side saw a girl coming down from the car, they were stunned, exchanging glances, then peering back into their own vehicles to understand the situation.

Lan Tian cooperated with their actions, thoughtfully stepping aside a few steps. The group opposite, not understanding Lan Tian’s intentions, still took the chance to observe the situation. With Lan Tian out of the way, they could see clearly inside the car.

To their surprise, Old Mo was inside.

Trapped.

The leader hidden among the crowd had this thought flash through his mind, signaling someone beside him to go back to call others over.

Old Mo was in the car, and that mysterious person was definitely also there.

Lan Tian waved her hand, setting up a protective shield isolating the area, seeing the man slowly withdraw from the crowd towards the car, she hooked her lips in a cold smile, her eyes icy.

"Can you see clearly now?" Lan Tian addressed the group of people opposite her.

The group exchanged glances, unsure of how to respond. They could see clearly that Old Mo was in the vehicle, but what did that have to do with her?

"Sir," the driver in the front row turned back to look at Mr. Mo, wondering if he should get out of the car because the situation was taking a wrong turn. The girl’s actions were problematic, could this be a setup by the other side?

"No need." Mr. Mo shook his head, confident that the girl must have her reasons for acting this way.

After a while, a leader from the group stepped forward, looked in the direction of Mr. Mo and others in the vehicle, and then said to Lan Tian, "Miss, our master invites Mr. Mo to be a guest at our home for a few days. Please convey this message to Mr. Mo; we’ll wait here for him."

So polite before violence! A morally inclined killer, what a pity Lan Tian didn’t like him.

Lan Tian clenched her fists, returned the leader’s sweet smile, then charged forward, flinging punches ferociously as she beat them to the brink of death.

Killing mortals would increase one’s own karma, leading to mental demons that could affect one’s Immortal Path. Lan Tian wouldn’t joke about her Immortal Path. Therefore, she couldn’t kill people, but beating them to paralysis or idiocy was no problem. Everyone only saw a blur zoom past.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" - a series of thuds as bodies hit the ground.

"Ouch!" - screams of agony.

Those people didn’t expect Lan Tian to strike without warning and before they could react, their group was down, writhing in pain on the ground.

"You’re despicable, resorting to a sneak attack," someone shouted angrily.

Lan Tian couldn’t believe she encountered such ridiculous people; they were ambushing her and still complained about her sneak attack? Did she have to announce ’sneak attack’ like an idiot before acting? Ridiculous.

Those who hadn’t fallen quickly regrouped and surrounded Lan Tian, watching her warily.

Unexpectedly, such a small girl, yet so sinister and ruthless—quick, fierce, accurate, venomous; her moves were clean and decisive, aiming directly for the kill.

Some among them tried to approach Mr. Mo’s vehicle to seize him, hoping to force her hand.

Lan Tian glanced over but ignored those individuals, wielding her fist and smashing it down; "crack", the sound of bones breaking echoed as the man she hit, eyes wide, fell convulsing on the ground with terror still visible in his eyes.

Lan Tian didn’t spare a glance at the fallen man, heading instead for the next one. Soon, two more lay on the ground.

The group’s leader motioned with his hands to his men, signaling them not to come closer, assuming he could handle the girl himself.

The leader overestimated himself; he was not Mo Junhua, blessed by the Heavenly Dao or strengthened by the Jade Liquid. He severely underestimated Lan Tian’s strength; even Mo Junhua would avoid clashing with Lan Tian’s fierce punches, and here he was, a mere mortal, daring to face her fists.

"Crack" "Crack"

The sound of breaking bones could be heard as the leader flew like a ragdoll and landed with a ’thud’ into the bushes behind, gasping more than breathing.

"Captain!"

The remaining men cried out in horror, staring at Lan Tian with sheer loathing. If looks could kill, Lan Tian would have been riddled like a sieve by their glares.

Lan Tian’s gaze was indifferent, the depths of her eyes utterly calm. Their grief did not invoke the slightest pity in her; if it weren´t for her absolute strength today, they would be the ones suffering a fate worse than death.

"I’ll kill you, demoness," one of them suddenly went mad, rushing towards her.

Time was pressing, and she couldn’t afford to dally here. She approached the charging man, one punch for each remaining person, knocking them down, then turned to look behind; the few who had snuck up had already been subdued by Mo Junhua. Quite speedy indeed!