Chapter 103: What Right Does He Have?

“Big brother, in just over ten minutes we’ll be getting off the highway. Once we pass the toll gate, we’ll be in Qian City,” Zuo Lengjian said.

Inside the car, the atmosphere was oppressive to the extreme.

Zuo Lengdan’s face was dark as water, and everyone seated beside him was infected by his mood.

Aside from his two brothers, no one dared utter a word.

“Big brother, we can’t let that Mo Han die so easily.”

Veins bulged on Zuo Lengjian’s hand as his killing intent surged. “I will make sure he is reduced to a wreck before I let him slowly suffocate to death!”

When it came to cruel ways of tormenting a person, Zuo Lengjian was an expert.

Anyone who fell into his hands would suffer pain more terrifying than the deepest hell.

“And his wife, his parents, his siblings, and every one of his friends—none of them will escape.

I will make every last one of them regret being born into this world.

Regret ever provoking my Zuo family!”

A freezing light burned in Zuo Lengjian’s eyes. He wished the car could go even faster so they could slaughter their way into the pharmaceutical factory at once.

What they were doing was not only to avenge Zuo Wenshan and Zuo Lengqi.

They also wanted the entire underworld to understand the methods of the Zuo family.

To understand the price of offending them.

Zuo Lengdan said nothing.

His eyes were bloodshot.

The boiling killing intent had been forced down into the deepest part of his heart.

Yet anyone could feel the fury he was suppressing to the very edge.

Once it erupted, it would be a horrifying thing indeed.

This time, the Zuo family had brought more than two hundred men, all elite fighters of the clan.

Not to mention that Zuo Lengdan, Zuo Lengjian, and Zuo Lenghan were all masters among masters.

The three brothers had once studied under a powerful man from the north, and they had made something of a name for themselves there.

After returning to Yuzhou, they had never met an opponent.

If their master had not forbidden them from stepping into the underworld, there would have been no Huang Yulong in Yuzhou long ago.

Zuo Lengdan looked out the window as lightning occasionally split the pitch-black night sky.

His cold gaze, illuminated by the flashes, looked even more terrifying.

“Wenshan, tonight Father will slaughter everyone in the pharmaceutical factory to bury you with him. On the road to the underworld, you won’t be lonely...”

Bang!

Just as Zuo Lengdan was lost in thought, the lead car suddenly jerked hard to one side and lost control.

It rolled twice in the rain before crashing heavily to the ground.

A thunderous impact erupted, sparks flying everywhere.

The cars behind hurriedly braked to a stop.

“What happened?”

Zuo Lengjian rolled down the window and roared.

At a time like this, to make a mistake—it was simply dying in the wrong moment!

But perhaps because the rain was too heavy, no one answered him.

“Big brother, it looks like people from the pharmaceutical factory.”

At that moment, another flash of lightning tore through the sky. In the brilliant glare, Zuo Lengjian finally made out what lay ahead.

A trench had been dug straight across the middle of the road, blocking their path entirely.

Zuo Lengdan’s pupils shrank sharply.

A vicious, bloodthirsty smile twisted his lips.

He knew the people from the pharmaceutical factory and the underground circles of Qian City would not sit still.

They would definitely resist. They would definitely make a move.

And now they had come?

To block him on the highway exit?

But could they really stop him?

“Perfect. No matter how many come, not a single one gets away.

Get out of the cars. Kill them!”

Zuo Lengdan clenched his fists and gave the order in a deep voice.

Rumble of doors.

With the command given, the car doors flew open and dense ranks of men surged out.

Each of them wore white mourning clothes and carried weapons. In the rain, they looked fierce and savage.

In almost no time at all, the road was packed with people, every eye fixed on the front.

In the rainy night, they looked like packs of savage wolves.

Yet before them, beneath a large umbrella, stood a chair.

Mo Han sat in it, with Li Qilang and Xu Jing on either side.

Outside the umbrella were thirty “beasts” who did not even blink as the rain lashed over them.

As for Ding Si, Mo Han had not brought him.

Tonight was merely a small-scale bloodletting for Li Qilang and the others. If he had brought Ding Si, there would have been nothing for Li Qilang and company to do.

From a hundred elite troops under his command, Mo Han rotated out a new group each time for training. Usually thirty people were enough; any more than that, and it became a slaughter rather than training.

“I hear your Zuo family wants to wash my pharmaceutical factory in blood and flatten the underground circles of Qian City?”

Borrowing the flash of lightning, Mo Han looked toward the people of the Zuo family ahead.

His icy voice cut through the rain and reached Zuo Lengdan and the others.

Zuo Lengdan’s pupils contracted slightly.

He was also studying Mo Han through the curtain of rain.

It was his first time seeing him.

He had not expected the man who had killed his son and his brother to be so young.

“You killed my son?” Zuo Lengdan drew a deep breath. Murder was rapidly gathering in his gaze as he looked at Mo Han.

“That’s right. He deserved to die,” Mo Han said.

Zuo Lengdan’s body trembled, and he asked again, “You killed my brother too?”

“Yes. Anyone who hurts the employees of my pharmaceutical factory has to pay the price.”

Just because you hurt one of your employees, you killed him?

When the Zuo family heard Mo Han’s words, each of them burned with rage, and the killing intent in their eyes seemed ready to ignite the rain itself.

Too arrogant. Too overbearing.

Even their Zuo family, powerful as they were, could not act like Mo Han—killing a man simply because he injured one of their people.

“You even sent their bodies back to our Zuo family. You insulted us, and you’re not afraid of our revenge?” Zuo Lengdan inhaled again, doing his best to steady his emotions.

His face had turned hideous.

He had assumed Mo Han and the others had come out to stop them, to beg for mercy, to seek a settlement.

After all, once they charged into Qian City, whether the pharmaceutical factory still existed or not, it would certainly have no dignity left.

But he had never imagined that Mo Han had come to intercept them for the sake of provocation.

He had brought only twenty or thirty people and dared to block them?

“Big brother, let me go first and kill that dog-like bastard!”

Zuo Lengjian could no longer bear it. With a furious roar, he shot forward.

“I’ll go with you!”

Zuo Lenghan, who had remained silent all this time, spoke as well and charged toward Mo Han.

As the two rushed in, the elite members of the Zuo family finally reacted.

“Tonight, kill as much as you like,” Mo Han said indifferently.

A bloodthirsty glint flashed in Li Qilang and Xu Jing’s eyes. Steel pipes in hand, they charged out.

The twenty-nine beasts behind them followed at once.

They automatically veered around Zuo Lengjian and Zuo Lenghan and plunged straight into the crowd of Zuo family elites.

Zuo Lengjian and Zuo Lenghan paid no attention to Xu Jing and the others.

Their only target was Mo Han.

Their eyes held nothing else but Mo Han.

For Mo Han to dare humiliate them so openly was courting death.

“Die!”

Zuo Lengjian roared. A soft blade appeared in his hand.

With a flick of his wrist, the blade vibrated with a sharp hum in the rain, cleaving straight through the downpour.

It went for Mo Han’s throat.

Zuo Lenghan was equally fast to the extreme. With a palm strike, the space between him and Mo Han seemed to be slapped apart, the curtain of rain blasted away.

A fierce, bone-chilling palm force thundered toward Mo Han’s head.

Both attacks were killing blows.

Brutal, merciless.

Yet Mo Han remained seated in the chair, and even at the brink of death, he still had one leg crossed over the other.

Such a man, so outrageously arrogant.

On what did he rely?