Chapter 132: Wo Lian Sheng Is Here Again

Time slowly reached three-thirty.

The phone in Chen Mo's hand rang.

"Mo Ge, the Wo Lian Sheng people are here again, and this time a lot of them came."

The call was from Shen Guodong.

Hearing Shen Guodong say this, Chen Mo frowned.

If it were four or five hundred people like last time, Shen Guodong wouldn't have called for backup.

It seemed Wo Lian Sheng had sent quite a lot of people this time, probably planning to use the remaining time to seize the territory in Chen Mo's hands, leaving him no time to counterattack.

"I'll be right there!"

After hanging up, Chen Mo immediately got up and hurried over to Shen Guodong's side.

On the way, Chen Mo called Tian Yang Sheng and Da Tou, who was watching over things at Wang Jiao, telling them to bring men for support.

To prevent A Wu's subordinates from causing trouble on his turf, Chen Mo had left three hundred men at Wang Jiao, and now was exactly the time for them to mobilize.

By the time Chen Mo rushed to Shen Guodong's location, the two sides hadn't started fighting yet.

Seeing Chen Mo arrive, his underlings one after another made way, letting Chen Mo walk to the front.

"Chen Mo, you're finally here!"

"Lin Huaile, why don't you stay put in your Jordan? Do you want to die? With the little strength your subordinates have, even if the territory were given to you, could you hold it?"

Seeing Lin Huaile's face that somewhat resembled Jiang Tiansheng's, Chen Mo couldn't help but mock him.

Both cut from the same template, so how could the gap be this big?

One was the Dragon Head of Great Prosperity, albeit the previous one. The other was merely a small hall master of Wo Lian Sheng, with only a tiny bit of territory in his hands.

However, besides his looks, Lin Huaile had one other thing in common with Jiang Tiansheng: he was very good at putting on a good face.

Facing Chen Mo's mockery, Lin Huaile's expression didn't change, showing not the slightest anger.

"My strength is a bit weak, but our Wo Lian Sheng's strength is not weak. You've seen the people behind me. Tonight, these few streets, Wo Lian Sheng is taking them for sure."

"Heh." Chen Mo gave a disdainful laugh. "So what if you have numbers? Nothing but a bunch of rotten fish and spoiled shrimp, you think my brothers would be afraid?"

"Chen Mo, who are you calling rotten fish and spoiled shrimp!"

A young man beside Lin Huaile pointed at Chen Mo with the machete in his hand and said angrily.

Chen Mo took a look—oh, wasn't this the Dongguan boy who was proficient in all kinds of hurdling postures!

Chen Mo also casually sized up the others beside Lin Huaile.

Hmm, Da Tou who loved reciting gang rules was also there, but Advisor Su was nowhere to be seen—he was a White Paper Fan and wouldn't show up at a fighting scene.

As for the remaining few, their status and position seemed similar to those guys, probably also some hall top fighters or right-hand men, but Chen Mo didn't recognize any of them.

But that didn't matter, just a bunch of minor characters.

Among Wo Lian Sheng's people, the only one who could spark a bit of Chen Mo's interest was Advisor Su, since Advisor Su seemed to know Da Quan Bao and had some connections up north.

The Dongguan boy, now in Chen Mo's eyes, was nothing but a small fry.

Chen Mo smiled slightly at the Dongguan boy: "Don't misunderstand, I wasn't talking about you. I was saying that everyone present here is rotten fish and spoiled shrimp, not worth a single blow."

Chen Mo's words made everyone opposite change their expressions; his words were too arrogant, too infuriating.

The Dongguan boy was even more furious, raising his machete and about to charge forward: "Damn it, if you've got guts, let's go one-on-one!"

"Dongguan boy, calm down first!"

Lin Huaile tried to stop the Dongguan boy, but unfortunately failed.

The Dongguan boy charged straight to Chen Mo's front, raising his blade to slash.

Chen Mo didn't even need to draw his blade; he used the scabbard to deflect the Dongguan boy's machete, then reverse-poked, jabbing the scabbard into the Dongguan boy's chest.

Chen Mo used half his strength, sending the Dongguan boy stumbling backward repeatedly.

The Dongguan boy retreated seven or eight steps in succession, caught by Lin Huaile behind him, coughing nonstop.

Chen Mo's jab just now had knocked the wind right out of him.

If Chen Mo had drawn his blade, he'd probably be cold through the heart by now.

Chen Mo shook his head and mocked: "Tsk tsk tsk, hurdling I can't do, but slashing people, you can't!"

Lin Huaile tightly held back the Dongguan boy who still wanted to charge forward, and said in a deep voice: "Chen Mo, are you sure you want to go against our Wo Lian Sheng?"

Lin Huaile wanted to use tough talk to make Chen Mo back down, avoiding a fight if possible.

Although their numbers far exceeded Chen Mo's, he had witnessed the fighting power of Chen Mo's subordinates before.

If they really fought, even if they won, they'd suffer heavy losses, and then how much bereavement money would he have to shell out!

While Lin Huaile was talking, Tian Yang Sheng arrived with two hundred men.

Chen Mo calculated the time; Da Tou should be arriving soon too, so there was no need to keep stalling with Lin Huaile.

Chen Mo slowly drew his blade, pointing it at Lin Huaile, and said sternly: "Lin Huaile, it's your Wo Lian Sheng that wants to go against our Great Prosperity. If you want to fight, fight; if not, then get lost!"

Although the numbers were still quite far apart, even when Da Tou brought his men, they still wouldn't amount to half of the opposition's.

But it wasn't unwinnable, just that the casualties would be a bit larger.

Chen Mo had already decided that this time, they had to fight.

Ever since Chen Mo became the boss of Wang Jiao a month ago, many in the underworld felt he didn't deserve this position.

After all, Chen Mo's rise was too short, going from a nobody to boss in only a few months.

Some were envious, but even more were jealous.

Add to that the fact that Chen Mo's territory at Wang Jiao wasn't even as large as Jingkun's, and even within Great Prosperity there were people talking behind his back.

Chen Mo needed a resounding victory to establish his authority and sweep away all the rumors and gossip.

Wo Lian Sheng just happened to be a perfect target for establishing his authority.

Famous name, lots of underlings, but strength? Hmm... mediocre.

As long as he wins today, no one in the martial world will dare to look down on Chen Mo anymore!

Lin Huai Le, who Chen Mo was pointing a knife at, saw his expression gradually turn grim.

A few hours ago, although they had lost, that was because Shen Guodong, leading ten people, was too formidable.

But now their numbers have more than doubled, and the few experts' impact in a battle of this scale is no longer as great.

After reinforcements arrived from all the halls of the Harmony United Victory, he wanted to try subduing the enemy without fighting.

This would both raise his status and save a sum on medicine and settlement costs.

But he didn't expect Chen Mo to be so headstrong, daring to fight with so few people.

"Chen Mo, since you refuse to give face, don't blame me for being impolite."

After Lin Huai Le finished his harsh words, he raised his hand and shouted, "Attack!"

Chen Mo also didn't hesitate, shouting, "Attack!"

The underlings from both sides immediately became locked in a melee.

Chen Mo took the lead, charging at the few leaders ahead.

These few minor leaders of the Harmony United Victory still had some status; their skills were somewhat better than ordinary underlings, almost reaching the level of Chen Mo's retired soldiers—but compared to Shen Guodong and Tian Yang Sheng, they were far inferior, not even close.

Chen Mo rushed forward, but Lin Huai Le did not.

He knew Chen Mo could fight; he was no match.

"Go, all of you, attack!"

Lin Huai Le chose to stay in place, giving orders, directing the people beside him and the underlings behind him to go past him and rush at Chen Mo.

The great battle began.

It is publicly recognized that Great Prosperity's fighters operate in the Gangdao martial world.

Even without military training, Chen Mo's underlings can still fight better than those of the Harmony United Victory.

After all, Chen Mo handpicked his underlings, making them far stronger than that Harmony United Victory bunch of good-for-nothings who waste their energy on women all day.

However, no matter how strong they are, the huge numerical gap remains hard to fill.

Da Tou's people still haven't arrived!