Chapter 268 – If You Seek Revenge, Come After Me

“It’s not made of gold or silver, so what’s the big deal if I take a look… By the way, who did you say you’re looking for?”

The Half-bald Man spoke as he leered at Ye Lian with undisguised lust in his eyes.

It was clear from his expression what kind of filthy thoughts he was entertaining.

Before the Half-bald Man could finish his sentence, a dark shadow suddenly appeared right in front of him.

Ling Mo grabbed the man’s collar with one hand and delivered a powerful punch to his right eye.

“Thud!”

A dull thud sounded, followed by a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

“If you dare look at my woman with those lecherous eyes again, I’ll gouge them out!” Ling Mo said coldly, throwing the Half-bald Man to the ground.

Pei Fenghong and Li Wei both widened their eyes in shock, evidently taken aback.

Starting a fight over a disagreement?

Pei Fenghong covered her mouth, staying silent, while Li Wei took two steps back in fright, clearly unnerved.

As the Half-bald Man lay on the ground clutching his eye and howling in pain, the Frenzy within Ling Mo gradually subsided.

A surge of rage had swept over him, and Frenzy had immediately taken hold of his mind.

The moment the thought of wanting to punch the man crossed his mind, his body had acted on its own.

“It seems the Virus still affects me, but as long as I strengthen my control, it shouldn’t be a big problem. At least my physical abilities have improved significantly…”

Ling Mo glanced down at the back of his hand. When he threw that punch, he barely felt any recoil.

The Half-bald Man groaned and struggled to his feet, still clutching his eye.

His right eye was completely swollen, unable to open, with a trickle of blood seeping out.

“You son of a bitch! You actually hit me… My eye…”

Leaning against the counter, he cursed and fumbled for an ashtray.

Blinded by the pain, he lost all reason. Gripping the ashtray tightly, he lunged at Ling Mo.

“Fuck you!”

The ferocity in his left eye and the ashtray swinging towards Ling Mo’s head exuded a murderous intent.

“Ah!” Li Wei screamed in terror.

Ling Mo couldn’t help but let out a cold chuckle.

He hadn’t killed anyone, yet this Half-bald Man was even more ruthless than he was.

However, to Ling Mo, this kind of sneak attack was like a mangy dog barking furiously at a fierce wolf.

“Heh heh…”

The ashtray was still in the man’s hand, but Ling Mo had already reached out and grabbed his throat.

The strength with which he suppressed the man made it extremely difficult for the Half-bald Man to breathe. His eyes bulged, and the strength in his body gradually faded.

“Thunk!”

The ashtray fell to the ground, shattering into two pieces.

“You can’t kill him! He’s our Boss’s uncle! You can’t kill him!” Pei Fenghong suddenly shouted, rushing forward to try to pull Ling Mo away.

But Xia Na, smiling, had already swung her Scythe, and a cold flash arced through the air. Pei Fenghong felt a chilling sensation shoot up from her feet.

She stood petrified, staring at the crescent-shaped blade in front of her, trembling uncontrollably.

If she had moved just a little faster… at the very least, her nose would have been cut off.

“So what?” Ling Mo replied coldly, tightening his grip and slamming the Half-bald Man against the wall.

“Thud!”

The man’s head lolled to the side, his eyes wide open, and he slowly slumped to the ground.

The bulge in his pants deflated completely.

“Ah! Ah!”

Pei Fenghong screamed and stumbled backward several steps.

She looked at Ling Mo and the others in terror, saying, “You… you actually killed someone…”

Li Wei also covered her mouth, her eyes reddening as she backed away, too afraid to look directly at Ling Mo.

For a moment, Ling Mo almost felt like a murderer who had broken into someone’s home.

“Didn’t you see he just tried to kill me?” Ling Mo rolled his eyes, then glanced at the Half-bald Man’s body. “Who did you say he was again?”

“Our… our Boss’s…” Pei Fenghong stammered, shrinking back against the sofa.

No wonder he was so arrogant… probably used to being this way…

Ling Mo initially wanted to say something more, but seeing their terrified expressions, he decided instead to pull out the piece of paper and handed it to Li Wei.

“Don’t… don’t come any closer…”

Li Wei was so frightened that she fell to the ground. Witnessing a person die—especially someone she knew—was understandably terrifying for her.

“Forget it,” Ling Mo muttered, not wanting to waste his breath explaining. When she calmed down, she would naturally understand who was right and wrong.

He placed the piece of paper on the ground and said, “Give this to Zhang Er when he comes back. Consider it my promise fulfilled.”

Just before leaving, Ling Mo turned back and added, “And if your Boss asks, tell him I killed the man. My name is Ling Mo, and I live near the front gate. If you seek revenge, I’ll be waiting.”

Ling Mo could have simply walked away, but he wanted to avoid implicating Li Wei and Zhang Er. Quoting a line from a movie and leaving such an arrogant remark felt quite satisfying.

“Ling-Ge, that was really dumb of you…” Xia Na whispered as she followed behind Ling Mo.

“Whatever,” Ling Mo rolled his eyes and coughed. “I think it was pretty dumb too…”

“But since when do we live near the front gate?” Li Yalin couldn’t help but ask, curious.

“Shh…” Ling Mo smiled slightly.

After Ling Mo and the others left, Li Wei slowly stood up and picked up the piece of paper.

Pei Fenghong, with wide eyes, stared at the door for a long moment before rushing over and slamming it shut. She leaned against the door, gasping for breath, then looked at Old Man Zhu’s corpse.

“What do we do now?” Li Wei asked, her voice nearly breaking into sobs.

Pei Fenghong hesitated, then glared at her with red eyes. “How dare you ask! You’re the one who brought them up here! What do we do? We’ll tell the truth when the Boss gets back!”

“Will the Boss…” Li Wei’s expression was full of anxiety.

“They’re dead for sure,” Pei Fenghong said, taking a deep breath.

In Li Wei’s mind, Ling Mo’s image flashed again. Her hands twisted together nervously…

After leaving Building B17, Ling Mo took Ye Lian and the three girls to nearby buildings to continue their hunt.

Since it was mostly Black Silk doing the work, there was no reason not to collect the cheap Gel.

During this process, Ling Mo began to induce some reactions from Xia Na.

He mainly used his Psychic Tentacle to probe her reactions bit by bit.

Matters of the mind were the most dangerous, and since Ling Mo’s tentacles were essentially an external force, he proceeded very cautiously.

Xia Na’s Psychic Light Cluster appeared whole on the outside but was vaguely split in two internally.

Ling Mo’s Psychic Link with her was located at the central point of this division.

“I knew I was the key to this. I wonder what will happen if I split my Psychic Tentacle and extend it in both directions…”

With this thought, Ling Mo started experimenting with splitting his Psychic Tentacle.

Usually, he condensed his Psychic Power directly into tentacles, but this was his first attempt at splitting one into two.

“This feeling of powerlessness is really frustrating…”

Splitting the tentacle was essentially a mental exercise, relying on his Psychic Power to forcefully split it through sheer “imagination.”

If his Psychic Power was strong enough, this imagination would gradually turn into reality.

During this process, Ling Mo kept talking to Xia Na, trying to distract her.

“If you encounter a bullet, your first reaction should be to dodge. Don’t do dangerous things like stepping on the barrel, like you did before,” Ling Mo instructed.

“Why? The speed at which he pulls the trigger isn’t faster than my leg movement, but once the bullet is fired, it will definitely be faster than my dodging speed,” Xia Na said, puzzled. “In that situation, should I dodge the bullet or step on the barrel?”

“Okay, you have a point,” Ling Mo sighed helplessly. “But how do you know this? Some special calculation method of a top student?”

A hint of confusion appeared in Xia Na’s eyes, and then she shook her head. “Instinct!”

“It should be… the body’s natural reflex,” Ye Lian interjected.

Ling Mo immediately gave her an encouraging look. “You’re starting to think things through, huh… not bad…”

“…Just like Ling-Ge’s water gun,” she said, smiling at Ling Mo. “Right?”

“Right… although accurate, let’s forget that comparison.”

Ling Mo felt his tentacle was about to split鈥”so much so that even his mind felt on the verge of splitting.

Li Yalin delivered the final blow to Ling Mo: “Zombies don’t forget.”