"Kid, you've got guts!"
The pressure vanished, and Zhao Dezhu scrambled to his feet before hurriedly making a call.
During that call, Zhao Dezhu wept and wailed as though his heart had been torn apart.
Before long, the call ended, and he started laughing.
"I'm telling you, my dad will be here any minute. If you know what's good for you, apologize now while you still can. Otherwise..."
Buzz!
A powerful pressure reappeared, this time released by Lin Mo.
With a thud, Zhao Dezhu dropped to his knees again.
"You... you..."
But this time, Zhao Dezhu's face instantly turned deathly pale.
He finally realized he had caused a disaster.
Lin Mo's pressure made him understand that this kid, who looked as though he had barely grown any hair, was actually even stronger than his uncle.
Though he could not tell exactly what rank Lin Mo was.
He knew Lin Mo was definitely stronger than his father.
"How is that possible? I'm finished."
No matter how much of a scoundrel or fool he usually was, he knew he had kicked an iron plate.
Even if his father came, he would not be Lin Mo's match.
"Since you've finished your call, kneel here and wait."
With a faint smile, Lin Mo turned to look toward the staircase.
The commotion had already alerted the sales office manager, who rushed over with several people.
But upon seeing the scene, he had no idea what to do.
They were ordinary people and could not resolve conflicts between martial artists.
"Honored Mr. Lin, I am Luo Yongfu, the sales manager of Lan Yue Xuan.
Please calm down first. Though Young Master Zhao acts rashly, his father is, after all, the Commander here. It would not be good if things became too ugly.
I believe Young Master