Objectively speaking, even Mr. Zhou himself cannot bear the weight of such a statement.
Who exactly is this young man? Why is the country paying so much attention to him?
But he didn't ask anything and turned away in a hurry.
At this time.
Several more domestically produced luxury cars arrived again at the entrance of Liu Ruyan's residence in the Xiangxunyuan Villa District.
An elderly man with white hair, well past sixty, got out of the car with a gloomy face.
His dignified and weathered face held an undisguised rage.
Beside the old man was an elderly man dressed in a blue long gown.
With its imposing presence and restrained elegance, its strides convey a sense of power and grace.
Chu Mo couldn't help but be slightly surprised. This was actually a cultivator?
However, he didn't care. He was just a Foundation Establishment cultivator; it would be a matter of one move.
As he sized up the other person, the other person was also looking at him, with a look of surprise and uncertainty.
Especially when he saw hundreds of men, all slumped and in pain, squatting on the ground, a look of shock flashed in his eyes.
Behind them, several middle-aged men with dignified appearances and extraordinary demeanor followed closely.
Judging from his appearance, he is clearly not an ordinary person.
Upon seeing the crowd, Qiao Qiao looked shocked and whispered to Chu Mo, "..."
"The white-haired old man is Wang Fengshan, the patriarch of the Wang family, a former vice-state-level official with outstanding achievements and many disciples."
"Those behind him were all heads of prominent families in Kyoto. Although they were far inferior to the Wang and Bai families, they were still considered top-tier wealthy families in the country."
While she was speaking.
Two guards had already arrived in front of Chu Mo, drawing their guns and staring at him warily.
"You're the one who injured my grandson?"
Wang Fengshan stared at Chu Mo with a stern expression, his face contorted with rage.
"If your grandson is that Wang Junfei, then I should be the one who hit him."
Chu Mo calmly looked back at him and answered crisply and directly.
"Such a ruthless attack, do they really think the Wang family has a good temper?"
The old man could no longer contain his anger and roared domineeringly.
"I have a bad temper too, so I just killed one."
Chu Mo looked at him coldly, showing no respect for the elderly or care for the young whatsoever.
In his eyes, once you become an opponent, there is no distinction between men, women, young and old.
"They killed one person and they're still so arrogant? This is utterly lawless!"
Wang Fengshan was so angry that his beard trembled, and he pointed at Chu Mo, breathing rapidly.
"Old Master Wang, the head of the Wang family... he's dead!"
The old man in the blue robe spoke in a low voice with a solemn expression.
Because there were too many people at the scene, he only discovered the body more than ten meters away when someone reported it.
"What did you say? The Junior Guardian is dead? How is that possible??"
Upon hearing this, Wang Fengshan trembled and felt his vision go black. He shook his head vigorously before he felt a little better.
A pair of eyes, already filled with murderous intent, stared at Chu Mo, and he roared angrily:
"You did it, didn't you?"
"That's right! I killed him!"
Chu Mo nodded calmly, his eyes growing cold.
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