Chapter 59: Walking Into the Lion’s Den

"You big sleepyhead, are you still not getting up?" Li Anan slapped Mo Han's quilt and called out.

"Mm, let me sleep for two more minutes." Mo Han turned over and continued sleeping.

Sleeping at home was so safe that Mo Han shut off all six senses and slept soundly.

"You always want to sleep in every day—what am I going to do with you?" Li Anan was speechless. In the end, she could only set the alarm for twenty minutes later and placed it by Mo Han's pillow.

Twenty minutes later, awakened by the relentless alarm, Mo Han finally came to his senses. Seeing that it was almost time for work, he hurriedly got up and washed.

In the living room, breakfast was already prepared for him. Mo Han dug in without any hesitation.

When he finished eating, Li Anan came out of the dressing room.

"Wife, you look so beautiful with that light makeup," Mo Han chuckled.

Li Anan rolled her eyes, but inside, she was delighted.

Leaving the main hall, the two went to the garage. Mo Han glanced at the two cars parked there and said, "Let's take the A8. You’re a boss now—how can you drive a junk car?"

This A8 was brought over by Yu Xiao a couple of days ago.

At that time, Mo Han had crippled Yu Xiao’s hands, so Yu Xiao could only walk down the mountain. In the end, this luxury car worth more than a million fell into Mo Han’s hands.

Mo Han certainly wouldn't let it sit outside the villa as a mere decoration.

Li Anan considered it and asked, "What if he comes back for it?"

Mo Han smiled. "He won’t. He can’t drive it anymore."

Li Anan didn’t know the specifics, but she trusted Mo Han.

She nodded and let Mo Han drive the A8.

They arrived at the company with five minutes to spare before official working hours began.

As the boss, Li Anan wanted to set an example and avoid being late.

A batch of new equipment had arrived in the past few days. Li Anan called Ma Jiaojiao to accompany her to the factory to check the installation.

Watching over a hundred thugs working diligently under the security guards’ supervision, Li Anan raised her eyebrows, deeply impressed by Mo Han’s methods.

In her mind, throughout the city, only Mo Han had such audacity. Who else would dare make so many underworld figures work for him for free? There couldn’t be a second person like that.

With over a hundred free “workers,” the installation and commissioning of the new production line would surely be completed within a month.

Meanwhile, Mo Han continued training his group of the most hopeless disciples.

After days of grueling training, whether those who had unlocked their meridians or those who had not, their combat abilities were now worlds apart from before—remarkably formidable.

One hundred and one people, each with eyes sharp as eagles, exuding an intimidating aura. Their strength had multiplied several times over.

These one hundred and one, if unleashed, Mo Han believed that even three hundred thugs wouldn’t pose a challenge.

As for Ding Si, he was no longer on the same level as Xu Jing and the others. Helping him would not be so simple for Mo Han.

"Manager, Xu Biao is here with his men again."

At that moment, the voice of the security guard at the gate came through the walkie-talkie in Mo Han’s hand.

"Let them in," Mo Han replied, then looked toward Xu Jing and the others.

They heard it too, their eyes gleaming.

Like leopards spotting prey, or wolves seeing beautiful women.

"Brother Han, we want some real combat training!" Xu Jing looked at Mo Han, full of anticipation.

Originally, they all wanted to call Mo Han “Master,” but he had refused.

Mo Han’s meaning was clear—they weren’t worthy to be his disciples yet. If they wanted to call him “Master,” they had to reach the level of moving objects at a distance.

Otherwise, they could not address him as such.

Seeing the eager, shining eyes of the crowd, Mo Han smiled. "Alright, today you’ll have a chance to practice in real combat."

"Thank you, Brother Han!"

Xu Jing shouted, "Brothers, grab your weapons! Today, we’ll show Xu Biao that in front of our pharmaceutical factory security department, his so-called number one underworld force in the city is nothing but trash!"

"Let’s go!"

"Cripple them!"

A hundred elite warriors seized their short batons and charged toward the gate.

"Who is Mo Han? Step forward!"

Downstairs in the office area, Xu Biao and more than a hundred brothers had surrounded the entire building.

Seeing Mo Han and his group approach, Xu Biao shouted harshly.

"You must be Xu Biao? The strongest among the city’s underworld forces?" Mo Han sized up Xu Biao. The man looked gentle and refined, more like a businessman.

"That’s right. Since you know my big brother’s status, why aren’t you kneeling and begging for mercy?" A burly man beside Xu Biao barked.

This burly man was best friends with Er Gou—they hailed from the same hometown. Er Gou had twice been detained by Mo Han to work for free, so last night, the man had wanted to come rescue him.

"Damn it, who do you think you are? Talking to Brother Han like that—are you looking for trouble?" Xu Jing shouted angrily, stepping forward to rebuke him.

"Damn it, you little punk are the one asking for trouble!" the burly man roared, stepping forward to slap Xu Jing.

Xu Jing appeared somewhat skinny, and in the burly man’s eyes, he was nothing but a weakling, someone he could waste with one hand.

Seeing the burly man attack, Xu Jing sneered and didn’t dodge. Instead, he grabbed the man’s wrist.

The burly man was shocked—he hadn’t expected Xu Jing’s grip to be so strong, trapping his hand so he couldn’t pull it free.

"Pathetic!" Xu Jing mocked, twisting hard. The burly man grunted, his body thrown sideways.

Though Xu Jing didn’t break the man’s wrist, he made him lose his balance.

Taking advantage, Xu Jing slammed his knee hard into the man’s solar plexus.

The burly man’s face contorted in pain, collapsing to the ground clutching his chest, nearly fainting.

Xu Biao’s brows furrowed. He hadn’t expected yet another trusted lieutenant to be taken down so easily.

"Mo Han, do you know what happens when you oppose me?" Xu Biao looked at Mo Han and asked grimly.

"What happens?" Mo Han smiled, asking back.

Mo Han’s attitude made Xu Biao tremble with rage; he was being utterly disregarded as the chairman of the Sakura Society.

"I only know there’s one outcome: you’ll keep sending me heads," Mo Han added.

"You’re asking for it!"

Xu Biao exploded with anger; Mo Han was clearly addicted to humiliating him.

"Take them down! If I don’t smash this pharmaceutical factory today, I’m done with this business!" Xu Biao roared.

With his command, more than a hundred thugs surged toward Mo Han and his men.

Before Mo Han could speak, Xu Jing shouted, leading the hundred elite trainees, starved for action, charging forward.

"So, you’re Mo Han? I hear you’re a great fighter—don’t disappoint me today."

At that moment, Tu San finally stepped up to Mo Han.