"Manager Peng!"
Seeing the newcomer, Zheng Heming rose to his feet.
"Hmph! Who was it that laid hands on you just now?"
Peng Li ignored Zheng Heming and looked at Liu Xian beside him instead.
"It was him, that kid."
Liu Xian hurriedly pointed at Lin Mo.
"Kid, was it you who touched my men?"
After Peng Li finished speaking, Lin Mo remained seated, showing no intention of getting up.
At the sight of this, Peng Li flew into a rage. "You've got some nerve. I don't care who you are—if you laid hands on people from our Judicial Bureau, then come with me."
The Judicial Bureau itself was an agency with the authority to judge and punish warriors for serious misconduct.
"Manager Peng, this isn't Lin Mo's fault. It was Liu Xian—"
Zheng Heming immediately tried to stop him.
"Shut up! Is this a place for you to speak?"
Before he could finish, Peng Li cut him off with a furious rebuke.
"Lin Mo, right? If you know what's good for you, come back with us for an investigation. Otherwise—"
"Too noisy!"
Lin Mo remained in his seat. With only those two words, Peng Li let out a muffled grunt, staggered back several steps, and dropped onto the floor on his backside, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Manager Peng!"
Liu Xian and the others immediately rushed over.
"You... you still dare to attack us? Don't think that just because you're strong, you can do whatever you please. We're from the Judicial Bureau."
Slap!
Without leaving his seat, Lin Mo struck Peng Li across the face from a distance.
A clear five-fingered mark instantly appeared.
That slap stunned Peng Li senseless, while Liu Xian and the others stood dumbfounded.
Warriors of the Third or Fourth-grade could all strike through