"Ouch... Holy crap, are you trying to kill someone?"

The man roared in pain and hurriedly retreated, clutching the wound on his arm.

The expressions in the eyes of the others changed, showing surprise, anger, and a hint of fear.

At this moment, Chu Mo's eyes were fierce and cold, full of violence.

His fighting principle is: either don't fight at all, or fight ruthlessly.

"We've already called the police. If you don't run, you'll definitely be caught."

The beautiful woman who was being harassed shouted at the group in a panic.

"You just wait, kid, I'll definitely kill you someday!"

Mushroom Head's eyes blazed with fury; he vowed he would never let this kid get away with it!

But now is clearly not the time, so I have to leave first.

Chu Mo shook his head and retreated in another direction.

"Oh dear, you're bleeding a lot. Let us take you to the hospital."

The girl hurriedly called out to Chu Mo, but he ignored her completely.

Chu Mo found a clinic, got a quick bandage, and went home.

Now he only felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, his head spinning, and his chest burning.

In a daze, he had a dream...

In his dream, he appeared in a mysterious palace.

The palace is entirely cast in bronze, ancient and weathered, its age unknown.

In front of him, there were more than a hundred iron boxes piled up haphazardly.

One of them had already been opened and was filled with glittering gold coins.

"Holy crap! Ouch..."

He slapped his head in shock, immediately wincing in pain.

The pain felt very real.

"This...is not a dream!!"

Chu Mo's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and a huge fear suddenly rose from his heart.