Tycoon War God

The Di Hao Hotel.

It was Lin Mu's first time here. However, the hotel owner was waiting to greet him personally at the entrance. The Lin Mu of today was a major figure in Handong Province, a person not even his own boss, Xie Dingtian, dared to offend.

"Young Master Mu, they're upstairs," the Di Hao Hotel owner said respectfully. "I'll take you up right now."

Lin Mu nodded and followed him to a private room on an upper floor.

"You can get back to your work."

After dismissing the hotel owner, Lin Mu pushed the door open and walked in.

In the middle of the room, Wang Zhuo and Wang Yu were sprawled on the ground. Covered in blood and barely alive, they had clearly been beaten severely. Shi Potian and Liu Xiaolin were also in the room.

Lin Mu pulled a chair over and sat before them, looking down at Wang Zhuo and Wang Yu.

Upon seeing Lin Mu, Wang Yu immediately started sobbing and knelt on the ground to beg for mercy. "Please, spare me! I'll give you any amount of money you want!"

Wang Yu had originally planned to sneak away in the crowd, but to his surprise, he had been captured and brought here. He had already been taught a harsh lesson by Lin Mu at Coiling Dragon Bay, and after his capture, he had been subjected to another vicious beating. Now, all his arrogance and pride were gone. He was even starting to question his own life.

How could he be so formidable? He's just an insignificant brat! And yet half the bigwigs of Handong Province came to support him.

Now, Wang Yu felt nothing but regret and fear. He regretted provoking Lin Mu, and he was terrified Lin Mu would kill him.

"Money?" Lin Mu sneered. "Do you think I'm short of money?"

Wang Yu's face went slack.

That's right, would Lin Mu be short of money now? He must have earned billions just today. Besides, with his current abilities, isn't making money just a matter of minutes for him?

"Please, let me go! I was forced into it," Wang Zhuo cried out from the side. "It was all Wang Yu's doing! I really didn't want to!"

"Forced into it?" Lin Mu looked coldly at Wang Zhuo.

He had seen this man before in River City. He never expected that after returning to Jiangling, Wang Zhuo would dare to lead people to desecrate Coiling Dragon Bay, even secretly transporting and dumping countless corpses there. If it weren't for the cursed infant, along with Shi Potian and Liu Xiaolin, Lin Mu might not have been able to handle the situation in time.

"Yes, yes, yes," Wang Zhuo nodded frantically. "It was Wang Yu! It was all his doing. He instructed me to dump those bodies at Coiling Dragon Bay. It was all his orders!"

Crying from fear, Wang Zhuo's face was a mask of terror. He had personally seen Lin Mu kill Zhao Xu with a single slap, so his fear of Lin Mu was absolute.

"Is that so?" Lin Mu turned to Wang Yu, his eyes glinting with an icy killing intent.

"No!" Wang Yu shook his head frantically. "It wasn't me! This has nothing to do with me, don't believe him!"

"Wang Yu, you're full of it! It was obviously you!" Wang Zhuo was filled with hate. Wang Yu had been the one to order him, and now he was denying everything.

"Alright, get up," Lin Mu said suddenly. "It no longer matters who did it."

Wang Yu was overjoyed. "Thank you! Thank you for sparing me! I'll never dare to oppose you again!" Wiping away tears and snot, he added happily, "I'll go back and tell my dad right away to stop causing trouble for you."

"There's no need," Lin Mu shook his head. "Because I never said I was going to spare you."

Lin Mu grinned, his eyes glinting.

BOOM!

Wang Yu's entire body exploded into a fine mist of blood.

Standing nearby, Wang Zhuo let out a shrill scream and soiled himself in terror.

Lin Mu glanced at him.

"Don't... don't kill me!"

Terrified, Wang Zhuo collapsed to the floor, screaming as he clutched his head.

Lin Mu said indifferently, "Killing you would only dirty my hands."

"Thank you, thank you!" Wang Zhuo kowtowed excitedly to Lin Mu, his face filled with ecstatic relief.

Lin Mu spoke darkly, "Carry a message to Wang Changrong. Tell him that in three days, Lin Mu will extinguish his Wang Family!"

Wang Zhuo sat paralyzed on the ground, his face a mask of horror.

In three days, Lin Mu is going to destroy the Wang Family? That's the same day as the decisive battle between the Sect Leader of the Eight Extremes Gate and Lin Mu!

At this thought, Wang Zhuo didn't dare delay another second. He scrambled out of the private room, practically tumbling over himself.

"Elder Brother Mu, why didn't you kill him?" Shi Potian asked, somewhat indignant. "That man is the worst of them all! He came to River City and spoke so arrogantly to you, and last night he brought people to dump bodies in our Coiling Dragon Bay. He deserves to die!"

Lin Mu smiled meaningfully. "Don't worry, he won't live."

Wang Zhuo ran back to the Wang Family estate in a panic. Bursting through the door, he shouted, "Uncle, something terrible has happened! It's terrible!"

"What's all the panic about?" Wang Changrong walked out, his expression stern. His face grew even darker upon seeing Wang Zhuo's state. "As a descendant of the Wang Family, what is the meaning of this disgraceful appearance? Have you no dignity?!"

"Uncle!" Wang Zhuo dropped to his knees, crying out, "Cousin Wang Yu... he's dead!"

"What?" Wang Changrong's body trembled as he bellowed, "Who did this? Who dares kill my son?!"

"It was Lin Mu, Uncle! It was Lin Mu who did it!" Wang Zhuo wailed, his tears half-feigned and half from genuine terror. The sight of Wang Yu's death had been utterly horrifying.

"What?" Wang Changrong was stunned. "Lin Mu? How dare he? How could he possibly dare?"

Today, all of Handong Province has been abuzz with news about Coiling Dragon Bay and Lin Mu. I was already surprised, feeling I had underestimated him. But I never imagined he would actually dare to kill my son!

"It's absolutely true, Uncle! I wouldn't dare lie to you!" Wang Zhuo kept his face to the floor, not daring to look up.

"My son is dead, yet you're unharmed?" Wang Changrong suddenly stared at Wang Zhuo, a cold glint in his eyes.

"Because... because that Lin Mu had me deliver a message to you."

Wang Changrong ground his teeth. "What message?!"

Wang Zhuo's voice trembled. "He said... in three days, he will come to annihilate our Wang Family!"

"Annihilate our Wang Family? On his own?" Wang Changrong's face twisted with rage as he roared, "I'll give him three days! In three days, a master from the Eight Extremes Gate will come to take his life and avenge my son!"

In three days was the great battle between Wen Lie, the Sect Leader of the Eight Extremes Gate, and Lin Mu at Dongting Lake. By then, Lin Mu's death was a certainty.

Destroy the Wang Family? What a joke!

"Uncle is right! In three days, that Lin Mu is as good as dead!"

Wang Zhuo also began to laugh. But as he laughed, he suddenly let out a blood-curdling scream.

His arm began to burst apart, followed by his legs, then his torso, and finally, his head...

In the blink of an eye, the living man exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Witnessing this, Wang Changrong collapsed to the ground, his face a portrait of pure horror.