A Family Is Born

Bang! With a savage grin, Harris pulled the trigger. The bullet left the barrel and shot toward Chen Mo's brow at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow. As the Boss of a powerful faction, Harris's marksmanship was formidable.

Yet in Chen Mo's eyes, everything seemed to slow down. The incoming bullet spun as it drew closer bit by bit. Chen Mo tilted his head, and the bullet flew past his ear, pierced the chair back, and embedded itself in the wall behind him.

Straightening his neck, Chen Mo looked at Harris with disdain. Harris's savage smile was still frozen on his face, but his pupils suddenly contracted. His expression turned to terror as beads of cold sweat slid down his forehead, and even the hand holding the gun began to tremble.

Walker, who had just been regretting that Harris had stolen his moment, had watched as Chen Mo was about to be shot in the head. He had been considering what to do next, even whether he should simply take the chance to kill Harris. But the instant the gun went off, Chen Mo tilted his head and miraculously dodged the bullet.

When Walker came back to his senses, he looked as though he had seen a ghost. He could not help wondering whether he and Harris had made the wrong choice this time.

The leaders of the various factions, who had been sitting still in the room and waiting to see how things unfolded, were also frightened by the incredible scene before them. Every face was filled with horror. A person could actually dodge a bullet? It was beyond the limits of their understanding.

After that gunshot, the conference room suddenly fell deathly silent.

Just then, a burst of fierce gunfire erupted outside the window, jolting everyone out of their shock. Harris and Walker exchanged a glance as an overwhelming sense of dread rose in their hearts. Both turned to look at Chen Mo.

"Not only did I let the two of you bring guns inside, I also let the men you brought hide successfully in the alley across the street," Chen Mo said slowly in a cold voice as he looked at the two increasingly panicked men.

"How did you know?" Harris and Walker were aghast. Only now did they realize that what they had considered covert actions had all been exposed to Chen Mo. Every move they made had been under his control.

"You agreed that the gunshot would be the signal for the men hidden in the alley to rush in and seize control of the situation."

"After killing me, you would suddenly turn on each other, kill the other side, then force the remaining factions into submission and take control of Brooklyn's entire underground empire in one stroke."

"You... you actually..." The two men were terrified by Chen Mo's words. He knew not only about the men they had hidden and their agreed signal, but even their secret final plan. It made them feel as though they had been stripped naked and stood bare before Chen Mo, with every secret laid open to him.

The gunfire outside rang out for a while before falling silent. Harris and Walker prayed inwardly, hoping their men would soon appear before them. If they did, there would still be hope of turning things around.

Unfortunately, it was only wishful thinking. Before long, the conference room doors were pushed open, and a sturdy Chinese man in black combat gear strode inside with an assault rifle slung across his back.

Han Qing walked to Chen Mo's side and reported loudly, "Master, all the hidden enemies have been eliminated. No one was injured!"

Han Qing's words utterly shattered the last of their hopes.

Chen Mo waved Han Qing away, then frowned at the two men who were still pointing their guns at him. Though their hands shook nonstop, neither showed any intention of lowering their weapons.

With their men outside gone, the guns in their hands had become their only support. But after witnessing Chen Mo dodge a bullet, those guns looked more like a joke than a threat.

"Still planning to resist to the end?"

At last, under the pressure of Chen Mo's presence, the two chose to make a desperate move. Rather than wait for death, they might as well risk everything. There was still a chance to turn things around.

Unfortunately, they were still one step too slow. The instant viciousness appeared in their eyes, before their fingers could pull the triggers, Chen Mo already had two guns in hand. After two nearly simultaneous shots, bloody holes appeared in both their foreheads.

Their unsupported bodies slowly collapsed. Their two pistols fell onto the conference table, as though mocking their overestimation of themselves.

Several leaders seated beside them were sprayed across the face with blood and brain matter, yet they remained frozen in their chairs. Cold sweat mixed with blood and brain matter and slowly ran down their foreheads.

After finishing all this, Chen Mo leaned back against his chair again and closed his eyes.

Albert swept his gaze around the room and raised a hand to adjust his glasses.

"All right. No one objects now. Let's continue."

Everyone below listened quietly to Albert's explanation, as though nothing had happened. Yet the blood slowly flowing across the floor reminded them that two powerful factions had vanished in only a short time.

The calmest people in the room were Frank and Anderson. To them, it did not matter who rose to power or who held authority. They were getting old and only wanted to preserve their current lives, stay with their families, and live out their remaining years in peace.

Even if Chen Mo imposed some harsh rules, they were not impossible to accept. After all, his fist was bigger. They only had to keep a lower profile and make a little less money. It might even be a good thing. Those who did too many bad things rarely met a good end, like the two men lying on the floor.

However, Albert's next words truly brought them a pleasant surprise.

While restricting them from committing certain especially harmful crimes, Chen Mo also pointed them toward new paths of development. From then on, the Martial Arts School would invest in them and lead them into new industries.

Construction, transportation, food, clothing, livestock farming, restaurants, real estate—many legal industries offered tremendous room for growth. They could sit in offices and make money with ease, so why bother with those petty, disgraceful, filthy dealings?

At first, although everyone had been intimidated by Chen Mo's ruthless methods and overwhelming presence, they only appeared obedient on the surface. They feared him somewhat, but they were still far from bowing their heads in complete submission. To truly make them obey willingly, strength and benefits were what mattered.

The unimaginable strength Chen Mo had displayed just now made them unable to muster even the slightest thought of resistance.

At the same time, the grand blueprint for development Albert had laid out filled them with longing.

With strength and benefits working hand in hand, Chen Mo firmly captured their hearts and truly gained complete control over Brooklyn's underground factions.

A new family was born upon this land of sin.