"Who are you guys?"
Lin Mo asked.
"I am Li Ming, the father of Li Shujie."
"I am Luo Jiahao, Xiao Jie's uncle." Luo Jiahao said, his gaze measuring Lin Mo up and down, realizing the young man's age wasn't great, yet he seemed to possess some extremely special abilities.
Luo Jiahao and Li Ming were different; Li Ming's talent mainly lay in the business realm, dealing with commercial and economic affairs, but Luo Jiahao, being an underground Dragon Head, encountered all sorts of people. Naturally, he was aware of the existence of Martial Artists, Magic Users, and even Superpower Users.
Li Shujie was a Martial God Strong Person, but now, he was being pinned to the ground by Lin Mo, without a chance to fight back. Naturally, Luo Jiahao didn't dare underestimate the youth before him.
"Your son provoked me for no reason; I merely gave him a taste of hardship," Lin Mo said, as if discussing a trivial matter.
