I don't care who you are, Su Yumo is mine. Hurry up and take your stinky foot away, get out of here.

    As Su Yumo had already reached her limit of despair, Chen Mo suddenly let out a fierce shout, causing her, whose heart was as desolate as ashes, to slightly pause and stare blankly at the man who had once saved her from the darkness.

    Long Hua chuckled and said, "Do you know who I am? I am the eldest son of the Ning King, one of the eight princes of the Tianlong Royal Court. I am the nephew of the current emperor, and the entire Tianlong Royal Court is under my Long Family's rule. When do you think I need your advice?"

    As he spoke, Long Hua retracted the big foot that was on Su Yumo's body, then kicked out fiercely, landing a solid hit on her. Although she had opened three spiritual veins and her physical strength was different from ordinary people, she could not withstand such a fearsome force. Her entire body was flung out of control, spewing a mouthful of blood mist into the air.

    Su Yumo's delicate body trembled slightly. Even though she was treated so harshly, she dared not say more than a word; she wrapped her hands around her head, praying in her heart that Long Hua would not go too far.

    However, Long Hua would not easily let her go. He stepped forward two steps and grabbed her long hair with one hand, holding up the disfigured face in front of Chen Mo. "See for yourself, she is my slave. Whatever I ask of her, she must do. Do you know that it was me who ruined her face? Even if it was her or her entire family, they would not dare to speak up when I did that to her...".

    Su Yumo grabbed her own hair painfully, tears blurred her eyes, the small pearls fell down in a cascade, her face filled with pain but she dared not defy Long Hua.

    She stared at Chen Mo with tearful eyes, wanting him to save her but also afraid that it might involve the other person.

    Chen Mo clenched his fists, his face looked dark and gloomy, with veins popping out on his biceps. At this moment, Little Bean quickly ran over, holding his big leg with small hands and crying, "Brother, please save sister, brother. Please ask for help. Sister is very scared. That guy is going to take sister away. Sister doesn't want to leave. Sister wants to be with us..."

    Little Bean spoke in a soft and tender voice, with big eyes fluttering and teardrops shimmering, gazing pitifully at Chen Mo.

    "Ha ha, to be with you? Don't joke around. As a lowly slave, she has no qualifications to dream of such things. She is my slave, I can make her die, she must die. Want freedom? Think about it in the next life."

    Long Hua then drew his sword from his waist and held it against Su Yumo's neck.

    "Zhao Hu, watch over Little Bean."

    "Third Young Master, do not act impulsively..."

    Zhao Hu realized Chen Mo's intentions and quickly tried to warn him, but before he could finish his sentence, Little Bean was thrown at his feet. He had no choice but to reach out and catch her. Within an incredibly short amount of time, Chen Mo had already reached Long Hua's side.

    "Reckless, do you dare show disrespect to our master?"

    "Do you know who the master is? If you dare to touch him, thirty thousand troops under the Ning King will not forgive you, the Military Command will not forgive you, the Tianlong royal family will not forgive you, and even the emperor won't forgive you."

    "You dare to harm the Second Prince, it is equivalent to declaring war on the entire Tianlong Royal Court."

    ...

    Chen Mo stared at Long Hua, his face dark and gloomy, his eyes filled with murderous intent. "Let her go."

    "Rogue, are you telling me what to do?"

    Long Hua sneered disdainfully, and instead of releasing his grip, he drew his long sword, ready to slash Su Yumo's neck.

    Bang!

    Without any hesitation, Chen Mo grabbed the blade with one hand, then channeled all his strength into a single punch and landed it squarely on Long Hua's nose. The powerful blow sent him flying a hundred zhang away, spraying blood in all directions.

    The sudden scene immediately stunned everyone present.

    The two bodyguards who were following Long Hua looked shocked. They had warned Chen Mo like that, but he still acted impulsively. Could it be that he was truly afraid of provoking the entire Tianlong Royal Court?

    "Shao, young master..."

    Tears welled up in her eyes. Su Yumo never expected that Chen Mo would strike Ning Wang's son, the world's most prestigious slave, for her sake. This was no different from committing suicide.

    "Zhao Hu, take everyone back and have Ao Tian get me out."

    Chen Mo roared loudly, and Zhao Hu, still in a daze, immediately snapped back to reality. He rushed over and pulled up Su Yumo, then ran towards the carriage at full speed.

    At this moment, Zhang Long had already arrived with Liu Wuxin. Zhao Hu raised his hand to stop the other's intention to ask questions, "Hurry up, the Third Young Master is in trouble. We need to find someone to save him."

    With those words, Zhao Hu stuffed the three women into the carriage and drove off at a brisk pace.

    At the same time, Chen Mo watched the carriage leave and breathed a sigh of relief. However, those two bodyguards were not satisfied and came forward to teach Chen Mo a lesson, but he defeated them with two punches.

    Whoosh!

    A figure emerged from the carriage of Ning Wang's mansion, approaching Chen Mo as if a phantom, and single-handedly pinned his shoulder.

    " daring to lay a hand on the Second Prince... it's suicide."

    The old man who came was an old man with white hair and beard, wearing a servant's clothes. He wore a shabby servant hat tilted on his head, with his wrinkled eyes staring at Chen Mo like a hawk, and his wrinkled and aged hand landed on his shoulder like an iron claw.

    A terrifying surge of spiritual energy descended, and Chen Mo felt as if his entire shoulder was about to crack open.

    "Xie Feilong, the second dragon of Ning Wang's mansion. A fifth-grade martial artist and personal bodyguard of Ning Wang's second prince, Long Hua. He once wandered across the Nine Regions and was known as Iron Finger Flying Dragon. After offending the sect chief of Zhan Tie Men, he fled to the Tianlong Royal Court and was rescued by Ning Wang. In gratitude for saving his life, you became Long Hua's personal bodyguard..."

    Chen Mo calmly recited the elder's background, who was first taken aback and then his expression turned dark. "It seems, you guy know quite a lot of things. My background is known by very few people, even in Ning Wang's mansion..."

    "Humph, a fifth-grade martial artist. If you wanted to stop me before I attacked, you could have easily taken me down. But now it's too late. Are you saying that everything was part of your plan? Oh, and your prince is a ninth-level martial artist. Even if you didn't intervene, he could have defended himself. Hahaha, it seems like you went to great lengths to kill me..."

    "If you have already figured it out, why did you still dare to make a move? Are you not afraid of death? Or do you believe that your backing can protect you?"

    Behind him... Chen Mo thoughtfully pondered these words. Over the past few days, he had not heard any news of assassins coming to kill him, so it seemed that it was a skilled person hidden in the shadows by Long Aotian who was at work.

    "The dark is not enough, let's come out in the open..."

    The expert protecting Chen Mo could deal with the enemies hiding in the shadows. However, Long Hua is coming out in the open and using such underhanded means, so there's no reason for him to intervene. Even the Military Command has people they can't touch.

    "I've spoiled Ning Wang's good deed, and you all have long wanted to get rid of me. Even if I endure this today, tomorrow you will still find other ways to deal with me, step by step pushing my limits. Today, if I cave in, won't that be very unface-saving?"

    Since the moment he rescued Liu WuXin, Chen Mo had already made the worst-case scenario. Today's situation, he was not unfamiliar with it. There are some things that can't be avoided and have to be faced head-on.

    The pain in his shoulder made Chen Mo sweat profusely, but he managed to force a smile.

    "You're stubborn and know a lot. It seems your secret backer isn't ordinary. I wonder if your backer dares to save you at this moment... If you're willing to confess everything about your backer, I can ask the Second Prince to spare your life."

    "Xie Feilong muttered under his breath."

    I have no one behind me... Chen Mo silently cursed in his heart and then seriously said: "I have nothing to tell."

    "Hmph, don't know when to shut up. Now you don't say, later on, you won't have a chance anymore."

    Just as Xie Feilong's words fell, a urgent sound of footsteps suddenly came. Then, several people in official clothes with the Bureau of Investigation walked out with badges in hand.

    "Chen Mo, the third son of Zhao Dezhu, Zhao Wang, died today without receiving treatment. We suspect that you are involved and ask you to return with us for investigation."