"Damn, is this some kind of staged accident scam?"

Chu Mo laughed in anger. Even if you're going to touch me, at least act a little more professionally!

With such poor acting skills, even a dog would shake its head.

In the past, he might have quickly called the police and then waited for the situation to be handled.

But he's not going to indulge the other party now.

He keeps his dashcam on all the time, and he's not afraid of reasoning with people or being unreasonable.

So he turned off the engine, got out of the car, squatted down next to the old man, and asked curiously:

"Old man, are you hot lying on the ground? Do you want me to buy you a bottle of chilled mineral water?"

"Kid, you hit someone, don't even think about running away."

The old man, barely breathing, gripped his trouser leg tightly, his tone fierce and roguish.

"Uncle, what's wrong?"

A tall, burly man with a cold gaze led twenty or thirty fierce-looking men and quickly surrounded them.

"You little brat, you hit my uncle and still dare to be so arrogant! Brothers, cripple him!"

With a wave of his hand, the man suddenly swarmed forward.

He was fierce and showed no mercy in his attacks.

Chu Mo realized that the other party's actions were not simply a case of staged accident.

Is someone trying to get revenge on me?

Thinking about the people I've offended recently, the answer is obvious.

It must be Mushroom Head's gang.

It really is a persistent ghost.

Chu Mo subtly waved his hand, sending several invisible bursts of energy flying into the distance, destroying all the surrounding cameras.

Then he rushed into the crowd.

"Kid, I'll teach you to be arrogant!"

Two burly men charged the furthest, leading the others by two or three meters, roaring repeatedly.

But the next second, their fists were already in Chu Mo's hands.

Chu Mo exerted a little force with his five fingers, and instantly two sounds of bamboo breaking rang out.

"Click..."

"Ah! Ah!..."

Then two shrill screams rang out, and the bones in the hands of the two men shattered instantly, while their bodies were kicked away at the same time.

Chu Mo's actions were ruthless and domineering; he had no intention of using the tactic of killing the chicken to scare the monkey.

He's going to beat up the monkey too!

Before long, everyone who rushed up was lying on the ground, crippled.

Even the old man who was trying to scam people had his leg broken by him.

Only the leader of the group, who had been watching from the sidelines for several meters, remained standing.

At this moment, he pulled out a pistol, pointed it angrily at Chu Mo, and roared:

"Kid, if you don't want to die, kneel down right now! Immediately!!"

He vowed that he would shoot if the other side dared to resist.

Chu Mo's eyes were icy. These people were really outrageous, daring to pull out guns in broad daylight?

It's important to know that China has very strict gun control.

Using a gun to injure someone is even more heinous than killing someone with a knife.

It seems these people aren't just ordinary thugs, but real gangsters.

Moreover, they have powerful connections and backers.

Seeing that Chu Mo was just staring blankly and didn't pay any attention to him.

The tall man's face grew even more sinister and ugly.

"I'll count to three. If you don't kneel by then, I'm going to shoot!"

"three……"

"You son of a bitch!"

Chu Mo let out a cold shout, his figure suddenly moving, appearing in front of the man like a ghost.

Then, with a look of terror in his eyes, she grabbed his wrist and twisted it upwards.

Click...

"Ah! Ah..."

The man screamed in agony, clutching his severed arm tightly with his other hand and stamping his feet incessantly.

At this moment, his right forearm had been bent at a right angle and was pointing upwards.

The white, shattered bones pierced the flesh, causing it to bleed profusely.

He was trembling uncontrollably, his face was pale with a bluish tinge, and beads of sweat were constantly falling from his forehead like raindrops.

Chu Mo felt no sympathy whatsoever. If he were an ordinary person, his fate would have been far worse than the other person's.

"Who sent you?"

The man glared at him with venomous hatred and roared angrily:

"Boy, from this moment on, your fate... ah!... hiss... is already sealed!"

Chu Mo looked at him calmly.

"You still have one hand and two legs. I'll count to three, and you don't have to answer!"

"three……"

"Kid...you'll regret this!" The man's face was full of hostility.

"one!"

Click...

"Ah!...Where's number two?"

The man convulsed and let out a mournful roar, veins bulging on his neck, tears, snot, and cold sweat streaming down his face.

We were supposed to count to three, so where has the basic trust between people gone?

He was furious, but even more so, he felt fear and despair.

With my hands crippled, what can I do in the future? I'm completely useless.

They had clearly done their research before coming; the other party was just an ordinary intermediary.

He has no identity, no background, and is just a little bit better at fighting.

But is such terrifying skill only slightly better?

Get a little better, you son of a bitch!

At this moment, he wished he could devour the person investigating the situation alive; he was a complete pig!

Of course, the person I hate the most is the culprit who caused this whole mess, Lin Rongwei.

Even his own boss held a grudge. Why should his brothers suffer the consequences of his nephew's troubles?

"You still have three legs. I'll count to two this time, and you still don't have to answer."

Chu Mo's tone remained calm.

But the man's expression changed; he had long since lost the courage to gamble.

If his third leg also gets injured, what's the point of a man living?

"It was Brother Zhu who ordered it... He is Lin Guangzhu, the owner of Brother Zhu's used car dealership, and his nephew Lin Rongwei... He was taught a lesson by you twice and said he would cripple your hand."

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