Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

"Get out!"

Lin Mo's eyes turned icy cold, and he shouted sternly. Instantly, the power of the stars radiated from his body, causing the six or seven bodyguards standing beside him to be violently thrown five or six meters away, landing on the ground with painful cries.

The leading bodyguard was also immediately hit by the powerful aura, sent five or six meters away, landing heavily on the ground. However, these bodyguards were clearly well-trained; while rolling, they promptly pulled out black pistols from their chests, aiming at Lin Mo. "Superman, please cooperate with us."

"Superman?" Lin Mo was taken aback for a moment, evidently realizing that this country had also awakened to Spiritual Energy, referring to Martial Artists and Magic Users as Supermen.

"Why should I cooperate with you?" Lin Mo asked amusingly.

The other party knew he was a Superman but dared to pull out pistols—it's hard to tell if he was commendable for his courage or just looking to die.

"We are from the Jiang Family. If sir is familiar with the Jiang Family, you definitely wouldn't want to provoke us."

The leading bodyguard said.

Lin Mo secretly pondered; the Jiang Family he spoke of is probably a Chinese family, likely with significant influence in Rio, otherwise, how would this bodyguard dare to threaten a Superman?

"I'm not familiar with the Jiang Family, if you don't want to die, put the gun away." Lin Mo said calmly, continuing to stride forward.

Lin Mo was not someone who liked to kill; he had taken action to eliminate those four robbers because they were scum. These bodyguards were merely doing their duty; they hadn't angered Lin Mo, and he wouldn't kill them casually.

"You..."

The leading bodyguard saw Lin Mo continue walking forward, hesitated for a moment, and put the gun back into his chest.

"Captain!"

The other bodyguards got up, their gaze fell on the leader of the team.

"Go back and report to the boss that we encountered a Superman, the matter is beyond our handling." The leading bodyguard shook his head and said, evidently returning would mean facing the boss's rage again.

At this time, in the alley on the opposite side of the street, two black-clad bodyguards quickly came running.

"Where is she?" The leading bodyguard captain frowned and shouted.

"Captain, she ran away..." The two bodyguards said with their heads down.

"Shit, damn woman, withdraw the team." The bodyguard captain said helplessly.

In the luxurious hotel lobby, Lin Mo completed the check-in procedures and took the elevator to the room on the thirty-sixth floor.

"Zhen Yuanzi, help me as a protector, I want to condense the Power of the Sixth Star."

Just after entering the room, Lin Mo formed a Dharma Seal with his hands, immediately arranging three simple soundproof defense Arrays.

"Alright, Mr. Lin."

Zhen Yuanzi in the ring instantly transformed into a mass of Black Fog, surged out, and hovered mid-air, wrapped in a black robe, surrounded by snake-like Black Fog, giving an eerie feeling.

Lin Mo immediately sat cross-legged, eyes closed. Inside the infinite darkness of his Dantian, five crystals emitting strange brilliance floated amidst the endless darkness. Transparent Light Points connected between the five crystals, forming a pentagon pattern, from which the power of the stars continuingly flowed into every part of his body

, even every cell.

"The Power of the Sixth Star, wonder how much Starlight it will consume."

Lin Mo muttered in his heart; his luck had always been bad. Lucky people might only need ten thousand Starlight to condense the Power of the Sixth Star, whereas less lucky ones might need at least a million Starlight. With a thought from his Divine Mind, the Starlight stored in the Space Ring emerged, wrapping Lin Mo entirely, dense as summer stars, roughly around two hundred thousand Starlight, emitting a gentle power.

The southern coastline of Rio.

A seaside villa by the sea was brightly lit, the rows of palm trees rustling under the evening sea breeze.

Two black Mercedes drove along a paved road, arriving directly at the villa's gate, where four bodyguards inspected them before allowing the cars to enter the villa.

A group of black-clad bodyguards opened the car doors with swift, trained movements; these were the same bodyguards Lin Mo encountered on the street earlier.

"I hope the boss doesn't fire me." The leading bodyguard muttered, quickly walking briskly along a pebble path toward the villa's gate.

Inside the villa's living room, the lights were bright.

Illuminating the entire living room with exquisite clarity, grand and majestic.

Sitting on the sofa was a girl around eighteen, enthralling, wearing a red and white Traditional Han Chinese Attire, her hair ink-black, exuding the Charming aura of a Jiangnan Water Town girl.

But the red Traditional Han Chinese Attire made her originally fair skin appear paler, with occasional gentle coughs, her delicate brows furrowing, giving off a vulnerable yet resilient Lin Daiyu vibe.

"Dad, don't worry about my situation, I'll stay by your side." The girl looked at another middle-aged man on the sofa, speaking softly, noticing the few silver strands in his black short hair, feeling slightly stung. "Roujin, don't worry, I'll definitely find a way to cure your illness. Your mother died early, and I didn't have time to be with you, now... I cannot let you bear such pain." The middle-aged man gazed at the weak girl, unable to resist clenching his broad, rough hand into a fist, tightness evident on his face

with a hint of guilt showing.

This man was Jiang Beiwang, a prominent figure among the Chinese in Rio, renowned throughout Brazil, feared as the wealthiest in the Chinese community.

And the weak-faced girl was Jiang Beiwang's only daughter, Jiang Roujin, a sophomore college student who loved Huaxia culture and was also the president of the Traditional Han Chinese Attire club at school. Regrettably, five months ago, Jiang Beiwang clashed with a business rival, who unexpectedly resorted to despicable measures, hiring a Wizard from Southeast Asia to use Magic to place a curse on his daughter. Enraged, Jiang Beiwang commanded the annihilation of the rival's entire family, yet his daughter Jiang Rou

jin's illness worsened, even countless strange people from around the globe could not help her.

"Dad, if you spend the remaining time with me, I'd be very happy." Jiang Roujin slightly pursed her lips, a faint smile appearing on her pale face.

"No, I absolutely won't let you die, no matter what it costs, I'll save you." Jiang Beiwang clenched his fists, determination flickering in his eyes. Jiang Beiwang was considered a legend in the Brazilian Chinese community; he had followed his father to Brazil as a child to do business, facing pressures and competition from various forces, enduring countless dangers, adversities, and pains, finally becoming a formidable figure in the Chinese circle, regarded by others as a legendary person. Yet when he

confronted his beloved daughter, he felt unprecedentedly powerless.

"Boss..."

The wonderful story continues tomorrow.

Jiang Beiwang turned back, looking at several black-clad bodyguards standing silently at the villa door.