The clamor in the courtyard came to an abrupt halt.
The middle-aged man trembled for a long while before forcing out a sentence. "That stone mill was passed down from Old Six's father. They said it was from the Ming Dynasty, worth dozens of silver dollars—"
Chen Mo expressionlessly withdrew his hand, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. "I'll pay for it later."
No one around him dared to say a word.
Shen Qi swallowed with difficulty, pulled his gaze away from the shattered stones, and looked at him again.
"Master Chen, what exactly did you come here for today?"
The question was blunt. Even Shen Qi himself felt it was somewhat rash after asking it, but at this point, he could not care less.
It did not matter if he died. But if he dragged the several dozen brothers behind him down with him, he would not be able to close his eyes even before the King of Hell.
Chen Mo glanced at him, standing with his hands behind his back.
"I have a bit of bad blood with the Green Gang. I don't want to see them in Linhe County again."
Shen Qi froze.
That was it?
Because of a little bad blood, he wanted to prop up the Little Knife Society and drive the Green Gang out?
Shen Qi stared at Chen Mo's face for several breaths, trying to find something else in that expressionless face.
"Master Chen, then give me the truth."
Shen Qi licked his cracked lips, his expression shifting constantly. "Just how capable are you? Who's backing you? If things blow up, will the Anomaly Suppression Bureau step in?"
He asked cautiously, but every question struck the heart of the matter.
Linhe County might be small, but it was still under the jurisdiction