Chen Mo's words infuriated everyone present.
Of course, with the decision-maker present, no matter how angry they were, they would not say it aloud. They could only glare furiously at Chen Mo.
If those looks could have turned into blades, Chen Mo would already have been cut into a thousand pieces.
The man who had shouted the question earlier clenched his fists in anger, forcibly suppressing his rage as he asked in a deep voice, "Who are you? Who are you looking for?"
It was not that he did not want to make a move. If it had been anyone else, he would have already rushed over, knocked Chen Mo to the ground, stomped on him viciously a few times, and spat on him.
How could the Zhang family's honor be insulted like this?
But Zhang He was lying on the ground, and so was his cousin—the old man who had been defeated after exchanging a single palm strike with Chen Mo.
Naturally, he had to assess the situation. The newcomer was far too powerful. Even if he stepped in himself, he might still lose. It was better to first figure out what was going on.
Who exactly was this youngster? Which disciple of a martial arts Aristocratic Family possessed such formidable strength?
If there really were an aristocratic family disciple with such high strength, he would definitely know about him. There were only so many martial arts Aristocratic Families, and how could he not know their prominent figures?
A youngster with such powerful strength would not be able to stay hidden even if he tried; the other families would know about him.
Such strength was something every family would show off. There was no way they would keep it hidden. This was not the old era, and there was