Chapter 153: How Can He Be So Strong!-The Unstoppable Dad(The smile that flickers across a thousand years)

After killing Li Xianwu, the Dragon Slayer left the manor accompanied by two burly men.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the pharmaceutical factory.

"Who are you looking for?" A security guard blocked the unfamiliar vehicle upon seeing it approach.

"Send Mo Han out." The Dragon Slayer stepped out of the car, his chilling gaze sending a shiver through the guard's entire body.

"Who on earth are you?" The guard mustered up his courage and asked.

"When told to summon someone, you summon them. Why all the chatter?" With a fierce slap, one of the burly men sent the guard flying through the air.

Seeing this, the other security guard hurriedly grabbed his walkie-talkie and shouted, "Brother Xu, Brother Xu, someone is here causing trouble! They're demanding to see Manager Mo!"

"Damn it, which blind fool is it this time? Wait there, we're coming out right now!" Xu Jing's furious roar came through the walkie-talkie.

The Dragon Slayer stood in place, waiting for Xu Jing and the others to emerge.

Before long, Xu Jing rushed out with a group of men, fixing his gaze on the trio.

"Are you damn well asking for a death wish, daring to cause trouble at our pharmaceutical factory?" Xu Jing said coldly.

The Dragon Slayer glanced at Xu Jing and ordered coldly, "Get Mo Han out here!"

"Do you even have the right to see our Brother Han? Throw them out!" Xu Jing sneered and waved his hand. The men behind him immediately lunged toward the three intruders.

"Courting death!"

The two burly men let out an angry shout, stepping forward to intercept Xu Jing and his subordinates.

The two sides clashed instantly.

Bang!

After just a few exchanges, the two burly men brought by the Dragon Slayer were knocked to the ground, groaning in pain.

The Dragon Slayer's expression darkened; he had not expected Xu Jing and his men to be this formidable. Although these two subordinates were not his direct disciples, they had received personal pointers from him, and usually a dozen ordinary security guards wouldn't even be able to get close to them.

Yet they had been defeated with ease.

It seemed Mo Han truly possessed some remarkable means. He surmised that these security guards must have been personally trained by Mo Han.

He no longer doubted a single word of what Li Xianwu had told him. As long as Mo Han's strength wasn't outrageously absurd, he would be able to avenge Mo Feng and the Dragon Slasher today.

With a cold snort, the Dragon Slayer stepped forward and lunged at Number Two.

His strike was blindingly fast, swift as lightning and leaving no time to cover one's ears. Before Number Two could even react, he was grabbed by the shoulder and hurled away through the air.

Without pausing, the Dragon Slayer pressed his attack. The others tried to ready themselves this time, but they still lacked his immense speed and were sent flying after just a few brief clashes.

Xu Jing's expression shifted. The Dragon Slayer's prowess filled him with a trace of dread.

Yet instead of retreating, he let out a furious roar and threw a punch straight at the Dragon Slayer's face.

"Seeking death!"

The Dragon Slayer sneered, transforming his claw into a fist and meeting Xu Jing's blow head-on.

Xu Jing let out a muffled groan as his entire body was sent hurtling backward through the air, flying several meters away.

"Puff!" Realizing the vast disparity in power between himself and the Dragon Slayer, Xu Jing suffered internal injuries and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"Call... Brother Han," Xu Jing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and rasped out.

Number Two, who had escaped serious injury, hurriedly took out his phone and dialed Mo Han.

Upon hearing from the phone call that Mo Han was on his way, the Dragon Slayer halted his attacks. These were merely minor characters; he disposed of lowering himself to kill them. His sole target was Mo Han.

Today, either Mo Han died, or he perished here!

Meanwhile, Mo Han was currently at the new factory site. Receiving Number Two's call, he rushed over immediately.

As it was not the peak commuting hour, the roads were clear of heavy traffic, and Mo Han maintained an incredible speed. The usual half-hour drive was compressed into just ten minutes as he arrived at the old factory.

Parking his car right beside the Dragon Slayer, Mo Han opened the door and stepped out.

"So it was you who injured my men?" Mo Han looked the Dragon Slayer up and down. The man looked somewhat familiar, yet he couldn't quite place who he was. After all, those memories belonged back when he was twelve years old.

"Was it you who killed Mo Feng and the Dragon Slasher?" The Dragon Slayer stared at Mo Han, a murderous intent slowly igniting in his eyes.

"Ah, so you're from the Mo family."

Mo Han sneered and said, "Indeed. Since they came looking for a death wish, I had no choice but to grant it."

"You have some nerve, daring to kill the young master of the Mo family?" The Dragon Slayer slowly clenched his fists, readying himself to deliver a fatal blow to Mo Han at any moment.

"In the entire Mo family, there is no one I wouldn't dare to kill. And today, you won't be leaving here alive either." Mo Han smiled indifferently, paying the Dragon Slayer no mind whatsoever.

"Then let me see if you possess the strength to back that up!"

The moment the last word left his lips, the Dragon Slayer moved.

Like a cannonball fired from a barrel, he shot forward with a whistle, pouncing directly toward Mo Han. His speed reached its absolute limit, bringing him two meters away from Mo Han in the blink of an eye.

Lifting his fist, he threw a vicious punch aimed squarely at Mo Han's face.

He had put eighty percent of his power into this strike, holding back twenty percent just to test Mo Han's baseline. He figured that if Mo Han was truly powerful, he would meet the blow with a punch of his own; if not, he would inevitably dodge.

Yet in the very next instant, he discovered that his fist had been firmly caught in Mo Han's grip.

The Dragon Slayer was filled with shock and hastily tried to pull his hand back.

Even with every ounce of his strength, he could not wrench his hand free from Mo Han's grasp. Mo Han's hand felt like a pair of iron tongs, clamping down on his fist so tightly that he couldn't budge an inch.

"With only this meager strength, you dare to come seeking revenge?" Disdain flickered in Mo Han's eyes as he suddenly exerted force.

"Crack!"

The Dragon Slayer let out a muffled groan as the bones in his right fist were completely crushed by Mo Han's grip.

Mo Han released his hold. The five fingers of the Dragon Slayer's right hand hung limply, completely shattered and reduced to a bloody pulp.

"You—why are you so strong?" The Dragon Slayer stared at Mo Han in terror.

"The real strength comes next!"

As the words faded, Mo Han moved.

Taking a single step forward, he clenched his right hand into a fist and rained blows onto the Dragon Slayer's face with rapid, rhythmic thuds.

Mo Han's movements weren't blindingly fast, yet the Dragon Slayer found himself completely unable to dodge. An invisible aura locked onto him rigidly, causing his very consciousness to begin fragmenting.

By the time he snapped back to his senses, his eyes reflected only profound terror!

Bang!

Five or six consecutive punches landed squarely on the Dragon Slayer's face. When Mo Han finally stopped, the Dragon Slayer's face was completely battered and unrecognizable—even his own mother would have struggled to identify him.

Thud!

The Dragon Slayer's massive frame collapsed to the ground. His jaw moved as he tried to speak, but not a single word came out.

His eyes were dilated and fixed on Mo Han with a fierce stare, utterly unable to believe that Mo Han could be this terrifying. Wasn't he just an abandoned son of the Mo family? Why had he grown so immensely powerful in just over a decade?

His lips parted, desperately wanting to warn the other two burly men to notify the Mo family never to provoke Mo Han again.

Yet only a few rattling sounds escaped his throat, failing to form even a single complete syllable.

Then, his legs twitched a couple of times, his entire body convulsed, and he drew his final breath.

He died with everlasting regret and eyes wide open in resentment!

"Take them away."

Mo Han dusted off his hands. Number Two and the others stepped forward to haul the Dragon Slayer and the two burly men away.