Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Mo Xing absolutely wasn't one to say one thing and mean another, he was definitely, definitely convinced.

"Come on, Ye Ling, you're now the grand young master of Donghai, not just in Donghai but even across the whole of Huaxia, you're quite the figure with unparalleled popularity."

But damn it, he didn't come home all night, vanished without a trace, calls wouldn't go through, and people couldn't find him.

He had the women at home worried sick, fearing something had happened to him—after all, even if he was out chasing skirts, he should still answer his phone, right?

Then, bright and early, Mo Xing and others started looking for Ye Ling, and boy were they shocked to discover that he'd been arrested for drunk driving.

Damn it, that was absolutely ridiculous, a wave of ridiculousness with a side of 666, Mo Xing was bemused.

"Uh, purely a mistake, purely a mistake."

Ye Ling quickly raised his hand, a sheepish smile on his face, actually, he didn't feel embarrassed at all—it was his fault first, and besides, he couldn't just start a fight with the cops just because he felt wronged, could he?

If he did that, he wouldn't be acting like a decent person, no matter how strong one is, one still has to follow some rules.

"You've got some nerve, I swear, how shameful can you get? Would it have killed you to find a designated driver? Out with it, don't you dare say you know me!"

As he spoke, Mo Xing casually tossed Ye Ling a car key—it was for the Lamborghini Ye Ling had driven yesterday, which Mo Xing had brought over from the parking lot.

"So, Chief Yang, I heard Ye Ling was put in solitary last night because of extortion—how's it looking now, any problems now?"

Mo Xing asked nonchalantly. For him to find out what happened was all too simple, and besides, there was the Bureau of Superpowers—what couldn't they find out? They could probably tell if you were wearing underwear or not crystal clear.

Chief Yang was momentarily stunned, then nodded repeatedly, "Mr. Mo, you said it, the guy didn't pursue the matter further, and more importantly, he was at fault to begin with. We already have his evidence and are ready to act on your command anytime."

"That'll do, thanks for the trouble, both of you. We'll be on our way now, this guy's wife is worried out of her mind."

Mo Xing waved his hand and Chief Yang, along with the squadron leader, promptly escorted both men out of the detention center, sighing in relief as they watched their silhouettes fade away.

Finally, they'd sent off these two kings of hell. If they stayed any longer, who knows what might have happened.

Just then, Wolf Brother, sitting in a Land Rover, spotted Ye Ling and his eyes flashed fiercely with grinding teeth, "Damn it, he's actually out. Fine, it's time for revenge!"

Mo Xing mocked Ye Ling as they walked towards the parking area, and suddenly four burly men in black blocked their path, sneering disdainfully with a chilling gleam in their eyes.

"What's this now, clear the way for me, will you!"

Mo Xing was momentarily baffled, then cursed. What was this all about, blocking his path, playing the tough gang?

"You little son of a turtle, caught by me; now tell me, are you preparing to have your hands or legs broken, or maybe, we should break all three legs!"

A threatening voice rose up as one of the men in black pushed Wolf Brother, looking worse for wear, to Ye Ling's side in a wheelchair.

Mo Xing glanced at Wolf Brother, then couldn't help but burst out laughing, covering his mouth, "Oh my, Ye Ling, is this that idiot who demanded protection money from you?"

Ye Ling nodded, and Mo Xing laughed heartily, "Man, you're pretty ruthless, aren't you? How did you manage to beat him up so bad, haha, but I like it!"

"Kid, what's the meaning of this, blocking our way? Planning on not letting us pass or what? I'll have you know, I'm feeling quite irritable this morning."

Mo Xing sneered coldly, rubbed his chin, and looked at Wolf Brother with disdain, "Just a thug, at best what's the big deal? Not worth mentioning."

Wolf Brother flashed a ferocious smile, scoffing at Mo Xing, "Who the hell do you think you are to be yelling at me?!"

Slap, Wolf Brother fiercely slapped the wheelchair, and immediately about a dozen burly men stepped out from some cars on the roadside, each holding a baseball bat, fuming with anger, and encircled Ye Ling and Mo Xing.

Mo Xing suddenly laughed, smacking his lips, and looked at Ye Ling, "Tsk tsk, how come there are so many idiots these days? I've just realized that beating you up really doesn't ease the anger, even killing you wouldn't be satisfying."

"Thinking of messing with me? Shouldn't you look at yourself first? Only one of your four limbs is left, and you're still trying to act the big brother? Forget it, better hurry to the hospital to get checked. It's one thing to have a disability, but if your brain's got any after-effects, the rest of your life is going to be miserable."
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Mo Xing chuckled and walked up to Wolf Brother. Suddenly, a cold gleam flickered in his eyes, and his foot shot up, kicking Wolf Brother's body.

In Ye Ling's astonished gaze, the guy pushing Wolf Brother from behind flew up and crashed hard to the ground, and as for Wolf Brother, he fell to the ground in an undignified heap.

Pain, an excruciating pain. Wolf Brother wailed, 'Damn it, I'm a patient, don't you understand the concept of compassion? Is there any decency in hitting a sick man?'

The dozen or so burly men hurriedly lifted Wolf Brother, placing him back in the wheelchair. Wolf Brother's face turned pale, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"What the hell are you still standing there for? Slaughter these two bastards for me! Now!"

Wolf Brother roared, nearly losing his mind from the insult. His minions, seeing the boss go crazy, were spurred into action.

The baseball bats were swung down or flung toward them, whooshing through the air, and indeed, there was quite a bit of momentum as they sealed off any possible escape for the pair.

If they had been ordinary people, they probably wouldn't have lasted a single round before falling victim to the chaotic swings, but unfortunately for their attackers, both Ye Ling and Mo Xing were at least Golden Core grandmasters.

"Go to hell, you think you can beat me up?"

Mo Xing instantly flew into a rage, grabbed a baseball bat with one hand, and kicked a nearby thug flying with his foot.

With a thud, Mo Xing felt a harsh hit on the back of his head. Turning around, his eyes were somewhat bloodshot, an extreme insult!

"Looks like you're courting death!"

Mo Xing bellowed, throwing a punch that floored a man. He ignored the sneak attack from behind as if it was just a tickle, not worth his attention.

As for Ye Ling, it was easy for him, slithering like an eel, comfortably dodging the gang's attacks and taking down six or seven with elbow strikes and leg sweeps within minutes.

At that moment, the detention center's gate opened again; it was the lackey who had gone in to fetch people, leading out the six battered underlings.

And just then, Mo Xing stepped over to Wolf Brother's wheelchair, intimidating like a wrathful deity, causing Wolf Brother to lose his soul in fear: "Don't! Please don't!"

Before the words could even land, Mo Xing kicked out, and with a crack, the wheelchair toppled over, and Wolf Brother landed hard on the ground once more.

Like a big turtle, with two legs and one arm now useless, he couldn't get up at all, wailing in despair.