The other three men looked on, initially stunned, and then clenched their fists and charged at Lin Mo.
In Lin Mo's eyes, these people were no different from kindergarten children. Without even using True Qi, he relied merely on his strength to blast the three men away, sending all four sprawling to the ground, wailing and rolling in agony.
Lin Mo frowned.
The abilities of these four didn't even compare to a Martial Saint's. If someone wanted to target him, they wouldn't send such weaklings, not even fit to be cannon fodder.
Could it be that they were after Lin Shanshan or Xia Mengdie?
At that thought, a hint of murderous intent flashed in Lin Mo's eyes.
Others could target him or even try to assassinate him, and he wouldn't get angry, but those daring to touch his loved ones crossed a line.
"What exactly are you four up to?" Lin Mo asked with an icy demeanor.
