Chen Mo stood surrounded, without even lifting an eyelid.
He didn't even look back at Lord Scar. He merely watched Old Sun struggle weakly in his hand, his fingers tightening slightly.
Old Sun's eyes began to roll back as Chen Mo choked him. He was taking his last few breaths.
"Hey, kid! Are you deaf?!"
Seeing that Chen Mo had actually ignored him, Lord Scar's fury burned even hotter. He waved a hand behind him. "Get him! Break both his arms first!"
The two thugs nearest to Chen Mo grinned viciously as they swung their clubs, bringing them down on his shoulders from either side!
The clubs whooshed through the air, every blow packed with force.
Only then did Chen Mo glance at the two men from the corner of his eye. He swung his right hand, still gripping Old Sun, and used the man's nearly hundred-pound body as a shield and a human meteor hammer, sweeping him in a half-circle toward the left!
"Thud!" "Thud!"
"Aagh!"
Both clubs landed squarely on Old Sun's back and waist. He let out a pig-slaughtering scream of pain, nearly passing out.
One of the thugs had yet to recover from his swing when Chen Mo kicked him in the back of the knee.
The crisp snap of a dislocated bone erupted alongside a scream. The man flew sideways, crashing into two of his companions behind him.
"You're Lord Scar of the Canal Gang?"
Chen Mo casually tossed Old Sun aside and shook his wrist. "You came just in time. Saves me the trouble of looking for you."
Old Sun hit the ground like a heap of sludge. Clutching his throat, he coughed violently, tears and snot smearing his face.
Lord Scar's pupils contracted. He had trained in hand-to-hand combat, and his eye was