Chapter 60: What Does It Mean to Not Disappoint You?

“What would it take for you not to be disappointed?” Mo Han glanced at Tu San. He was certainly more capable than Xu Biao and his men, but at best, only a bit better in a fight. Mo Han was confident that even Xu Jing might not lose to him. And yet this man dared to demand not to be disappointed. Was he joking?

“Mo Han, Tu San is a true martial arts master. If you don't want to die, you'd better kneel and beg for mercy now. Maybe I'll let you keep your corpse in one piece!” Xu Biao shouted angrily.

Mo Han couldn’t be bothered to reply to Xu Biao. His gaze fixed on Tu San.

“Take this!” Tu San roared, his entire body shooting forward like an arrow released from its string, charging at Mo Han.

A trace of disdain curled at Mo Han’s lips. Instead of retreating, he advanced.

He, too, launched himself forward at lightning speed.

With a muffled thud, Tu San’s body was sent flying through the air, hurtling back along the very path he had charged forward.

Xu Biao’s face changed dramatically. He tried to dodge, but Tu San’s body crashed into him head-on.

When the two of them hit the ground, both Xu Biao and Tu San spat out a mouthful of blood.

“How was that punch? Satisfied?” Mo Han stood before Tu San, his tone mocking.

“Who… who on earth are you?” Tu San’s voice trembled, and his eyes brimmed with fear as he looked at Mo Han.

All these years, except for the infamous Blade by Fifth Master’s side, no one had ever defeated him. Yet in front of this seemingly frail young man, he couldn’t even withstand a single punch. Just how monstrous was this guy? Perhaps, besides Blade, there was no one in the whole city of Qian who could be his match!

“Listen carefully. My name is Mo Han, head of security at the pharmaceutical factory. If you’re not convinced, come challenge me anytime,” Mo Han said with a smile. “But if you do, bring at least fifty men with you each time, or I’ll cripple you.”

Tu San’s expression turned odd. Xu Biao, still struggling to get up after being knocked down, nearly spat out another mouthful of blood.

This Mo Han, he never missed a chance to humiliate him. Not only did he disregard the Sakura Society, he even wanted them to be his free labor force!

But when Xu Biao saw his hundred-plus men being chased and beaten by just thirty security guards, his emotions surged again, blood roiling, and he spat out yet another mouthful of blood.

Tu San was also shaken to his core by the sight.

At first, he’d thought only Jiang Li was something to fear in the factory. Now he realized how wrong he’d been. This small pharmaceutical factory harbored so many masters, and they were all willing to be security guards? What kind of place was this? It was a den of tigers and dragons!

“All right, the two of you can go. Remember to bring more men next time,” Mo Han waved them off, seeing that all the thugs were lying on the ground, groaning.

The reason he let them go was because he knew they wouldn’t be content—they’d come back for revenge. The factory was about to expand, and he needed workers. This would save him a fortune in labor costs.

Xu Biao looked as though he’d swallowed a bitter pill. He hadn’t thought that even with his personal presence and his top enforcer Tu San, they’d still be utterly routed.

“Boss Biao, you can’t just abandon us!” some of the thugs on the ground cried out as Xu Biao was about to leave.

Xu Biao’s body stiffened. He thought, I don’t want to abandon you, but what choice do I have? All the Sakura Society’s men were here; if he had any other options, he wouldn’t be going back alone.

He could already foresee it: once he returned without these men, the other factions would quickly devour him, leaving not even his bones behind.

“I’ll give you a chance—one hundred thousand for each head,” Mo Han suddenly said, glancing at the thugs groaning on the ground and calling out to Xu Biao.

“Really?” Xu Biao’s spirits lifted. One hundred thousand apiece—it hurt, but it was well worth it. He could preserve his strength, and these men would be eternally grateful, willing to fight for him in the future.

“Do I look like someone who goes back on his word?” Mo Han sneered.

“All right, send me your account number, I’ll transfer the money right away!” Xu Biao responded instantly. He couldn’t risk Mo Han changing his mind.

At that, the crowd cheered for Boss Biao’s might.

Even Tu San gave Xu Biao a few more glances, clearly surprised.

Mo Han recited his account number, and Xu Biao immediately made the transfer.

Five minutes later, Mo Han received notification of twelve million credited to his account.

He glanced at it and waved, signaling Xu Biao to take all his men with him.

“Remember to bring more brothers next time,” Mo Han reminded him.

Xu Biao nearly stumbled and fell. Damn it, was he really being treated as a cash machine?

He scrambled into the car and fled as fast as he could.

“Brother Han, why did you let them go? I feel like we lost out,” Xu Jing said.

“Lost out? Think carefully,” Mo Han replied with a faint smile.

Xu Jing looked confused. Thinking had never been his strong suit. If he’d been smarter, he wouldn’t have made mistakes in the special forces.

“Brother Jing, a hundred thousand for each one—it’s a great deal! Think about it, how long would it take to hire so many workers and pay them enough to earn a hundred thousand? They probably couldn’t earn that in a year!” one of the elite security team members reminded him.

“Oh, why didn’t I think of that?” Xu Jing slapped his forehead, startled by the realization.

“Maybe you should stop trying to think altogether,” Mo Han said, giving Xu Jing a look reserved for idiots before turning and heading into the office area.

He had his reasons for selling those one hundred and twenty thugs back to Xu Biao.

First, Xu Jing and the others had been too rough—the thugs were all injured. Keeping them would mean paying for their medical treatment, which would be a huge loss.

Second, he suspected Xu Biao had no men left. If he kept those one hundred and twenty people, Xu Biao would be finished. Ruining Xu Biao was easy, but then he’d be useless.

Xu Biao had suffered such a heavy loss; surely he wouldn’t be content. If he wanted to remain the top force, he’d have to find a way to set up the other factions. That way, Mo Han could detain even more free labor in the future.

If Xu Biao and the others knew what Mo Han was thinking, they’d probably cough up blood. But, as ruthless as they were, the world of the underworld was not for the faint-hearted.

Indeed, just as Mo Han suspected, Xu Biao was already plotting how to drag the other factions into this mess. After all, why suffer alone when you can share the pain? Having been humiliated so badly by Mo Han, he had to find a way to make the other factions cough up their men as well.

Otherwise, how could he live up to his reputation as the number one force in Qian City’s underworld?