Although Li Laosan and his accomplices returned menacingly, each clutching a gleaming weapon, Mo Yuan already knew what was going on. He had discerned their true purpose—money and the valuable mushroom cultivation technology.
Faced with this situation, Mo Yuan was not overcome by fear. He knew that as long as he could buy a little time, his helpers would arrive in time. And in the midst of the chaotic shouts of the crowd, he had clearly gleaned this crucial information.
At the same time, Mo Yuan secretly pondered the countermeasures he had carefully prepared, which now seemed to have to be put into practice.
Thinking this, Mo Yuan couldn't help but sneer inwardly, "Hmph! Since you lot are so ungrateful, don't blame me for being ruthless. This time, I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget, a lesson that will leave you with a lasting and unforgettable pain, so that Li Laosan will completely give up the idea of bothering my eldest sister. As the saying goes, every cloud has a silver lining; perhaps after this battle, things will be peaceful from now on." However, the most urgent task was to buy as much time as possible and ensure the safety of his eldest sister behind him. After all, the other party's intentions were already quite obvious.
Mo Yuan stood firmly before Li Laosan and his men, his hands gripping a thick wooden stick tightly, like an impregnable fortress. His eyes widened in anger, and he demanded sharply, "Li Laosan, what exactly do you want?"
That Li Laosan is truly treacherous! I never expected him to return in such a short time, and this time he even brought a group of people with him.
This situation can only mean one thing—these people originally came together, and perhaps to avoid suspicion, or for some other ulterior motive, they had been lying in ambush near the village entrance, not daring to enter the village rashly. Now that they have completely torn off their masks, they naturally have no more scruples.
Upon hearing Mo Yuan's question, Li Laosan's face immediately contorted into a hideous grimace. He sneered, "Hmph! You ask me what I want to do? Mo Yuan, you'd better be sensible and hand over the goods obediently, or you might avoid some physical suffering. Otherwise, hehe... you'll be in for a world of hurt!"
One of the men standing behind Li Laosan had a domineering look on his face. He was already furious to see Li Laosan and Mo Yuan dawdling around and talking nonsense.
He roared angrily, "Li Laosan, why are you wasting your breath arguing with him! Let's just take him down! Do you think he can pull any tricks?!"
As he spoke, he stepped forward, preparing to bypass Mo Yuan and reach out to capture Mo Hongying.
In this person's eyes, Mo Yuan was thin and frail, and looked completely harmless. As long as they could successfully capture Mo Hongying, victory in this fight would be assured, and no matter how much Mo Yuan struggled, he wouldn't be able to cause much trouble.
It must be said that this person had a pretty good idea, but unfortunately, he seriously underestimated Mo Yuan's true fighting strength.
All eyes were fixed on him, where a gleaming dagger was tightly gripped in his hand, its sharp edge seeming to foreshadow impending danger. He then raised his foot, taking a small step forward. However, Mo Yuan's reaction speed was lightning fast, giving his opponent no chance to react.
In the blink of an eye, Mo Yuan's tightly gripped stick moved like a nimble serpent, precisely seizing the opportunity and striking his opponent's wrist with overwhelming force. A piercing scream of "Ouch!" rang out, followed by a crisp clang as the dagger that had been held in his opponent's hand fell to the ground.
Mo Yuan's attack was delivered with all his might, without holding back an inch. Such ferocious force actually broke the opponent's wrist. The man cried out in pain, clutching his injured wrist and collapsing to the ground, groaning, "Ouch, it hurts so much!" His gruesome state was unbearable to witness.
Everyone present was stunned. No one had expected that Mo Yuan would dare to make the first move in such a clearly disadvantageous situation. Keep in mind, he was currently surrounded by four or five strong men. In their eyes, Mo Yuan was still just that weak and easily bullied thug from before.
However, what they didn't know was that Mo Yuan was no longer the same person he once was. Having lived a second life, he not only possessed an extremely rich knowledge base, but he also hadn't forgotten or become rusty with the self-defense techniques he had learned later. It was just that his previously weak physical condition prevented him from fully unleashing his true strength.
After a period of persistent and arduous training, Mo Yuan's strength has greatly improved and is no longer comparable to what it used to be. Therefore, his sudden and earth-shattering attack just now instantly turned the tide of the situation completely, and even the usually arrogant and domineering Li Laosan was quite frightened.
Li Laosan looked terrified and stammered, "Mo...Mo Yuan, what...what are you doing?"
The remaining companions, their faces pale with fear, rushed forward to check the injuries of the man lying on the ground. What they saw made them gasp in horror.
The man's wrist was bent to an exaggerated degree, as if it had been twisted by a tremendous force; it was clearly useless. Without several months of careful care and rest, he probably wouldn't even be able to perform a simple action like picking something up.
At this moment, the man who had fallen to the ground, though drenched in sweat from the pain, hadn't forgotten his purpose. Having just been helped to his feet by his companions, he endured the excruciating pain and hoarsely directed them: "Ouch... don't worry about me! This kid's gone too far! You all hurry up and cripple him, then grab that woman, quick! Be fast!"
However, faced with Mo Yuan's fierce and awe-inspiring aura, the others were already terrified, standing rooted to the spot, hesitant and fearful, afraid of following in his footsteps.
Even Li Laosan, who always prided himself on his bravery, was stunned into silence, having never witnessed such a horrifying scene. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, constantly scratching his head and muttering, "What should I do? What should I do?"
Mo Yuan gave them no chance to think or respond. Gripping the thick wooden stick tightly, his eyes blazing, he stared intently at the group of men with ill intentions before him, roaring, "Let's see who dares to move an inch! Anyone who dares to take another half step forward won't just have a hand crippled; this stick will be aimed at your heads! Don't blame me for being ruthless and turning you all into idiots! If you know what's good for you, get as far away as you can! Otherwise, none of you will escape today!"
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