"Can you give me a reasonable explanation?" Mo Lin's lips curled into a chilling smile that sent shivers down one's spine.

"The reason is simple. Strike first and gain the upper hand, strike later and suffer. I'm afraid you'll avenge Bing Yu, so I wanted to kill you in advance."

"I didn't expect you to be lucky and survive." Xing Lang laid it out plainly.

He indeed wanted to kill Mo Lin.

In fact, he only mentioned one reason; there's another reason, which is to steal Bing Yu from Mo Lin.

Bing Yu is a Deadly Level Ghost.

If Xing Lang could acquire Bing Yu, it would be nothing but beneficial for him.

"Kid, ready to fall out with me? I'm not afraid of you." Xing Lang directly clashed with Mo Lin.

He is a Level 6 Ghost-Controlling Master, possessing a Deadly Level Ghost, totally unafraid of Mo Lin.

Recently, Mo Lin had a fight in the Ghost Realm, his power was depleted, and he temporarily lacked the power of the Yin Department.

Dealing with Xing Lang was somewhat difficult.

Although Mo Lin possessed Bing Yu, a Deadly Level Ghost.

Mo Lin didn't dare to release Bing Yu, worried that Xing Lang might use underhanded means to control it.

"This is Beihai, not Yun Chuan. Want to call the shots here? You can't." Xing Lang snorted coldly at Mo Lin.

"I may not be able to do anything to you, but I think someone else can kill you," Mo Lin said coldly.

Xing Lang seemed to hear the biggest joke of the day, "Heh heh..."

"Many people want to kill me, who dares to do it?"

Xing Lang had done quite a lot of bad things in Beihai, and had made many enemies.

There were so many who hated him, but no one dared to challenge Xing Lang to his face. They simply didn't dare.

"Previously, no one dared, but things will be different in the future."

Mo Lin stood up and said slowly, "I, Mo Lin, Vice Minister of the Ghost-Controlling Society, hereby announce.

For the Xing Family, a life can be exchanged with me for a Top-Grade Ghost Artifact, or thirty thousand Netherworld Currency."

Surprised glances turned towards Mo Lin.

"This kid... truly ruthless."

"Announcing a bounty in front of Xing Lang?"

"Such a high price?"

"Is it real?"

A Top-Grade Ghost Artifact is worth thirty thousand Netherworld Currency.

What is the concept of thirty thousand Netherworld Currency?

A Level 5 Ghost-Controlling Master wouldn't earn even three Netherworld Currency a year.

"Ahem ahem..."

Mo Lin cleared his throat and spoke again, "For important members of the Xin Family, same level as Xing Lang, a life costs one hundred fifty thousand Netherworld Currency, or five Top-Grade Ghost Artifacts."

Xing Lang's face immediately turned grim.

One hundred fifty thousand Netherworld Currency?

The annual income of the Xing Family wasn't even one hundred fifty thousand Netherworld Currency.

This Mo Lin has truly put forth a grand gesture.

Mo Lin pointed at Xing Lang's face and said again, "This guy, his life is worth two hundred fifty thousand Netherworld Currency, or nine Top-Grade Ghost Artifacts."

Xing Lang's face went black instantly.

Two hundred fifty thousand Netherworld Currency, who wouldn't be tempted by such a price?

Even Xing Lang himself was tempted.

He originally didn't think Mo Lin could pose any threat to him.

But now he's changed his mind.

Mo Lin's method of borrowing a knife to kill someone was truly ruthless.

The key was Xing Lang had no means to counter it.

"Even if a dog from the Xin Family dies, it can be exchanged with me for a Top-Grade Ghost Artifact," Mo Lin said again.

"Kid, are you serious about this?" A man stood out and asked Mo Lin.

He was obviously tempted.

"Of course, I'm serious." Mo Lin said unhurriedly.

"Killing a person, thirty thousand Netherworld Currency? Do you really have that much money?" The man asked a question on everyone's mind.

These people weren't really concerned about the matter itself.

They were more concerned whether Mo Lin could come up with the Netherworld Currency.

"I might not have enough Netherworld Currency, but as for Top-Grade Ghost Artifacts, I have as many as needed." Mo Lin said calmly.

"Do you think Top-Grade Ghost Artifacts are like cabbages? Available everywhere?"

"I don't believe it."

"Neither do I." The people present all held a skeptical attitude towards Mo Lin.

At this moment, a man in a brown suit slowly stepped forward and spoke.

"I can vouch for Mo Lin. The amount of Netherworld Currency he possesses exceeds all the funds of the Wanhai Commerce Association, and all Top-Grade Ghost Artifacts from Wanhai Commerce Association come from Mo Lin."

It was unexpected. Fu Wansan was actually here too.

And at a critical moment, he stepped out to support Mo Lin.

Mo Lin's words might not carry much weight.

But Fu Wansan's words carried significant weight.

He's a businessman, doing business in Beihai, frequently selling Top-Grade Ghost Artifacts.

What he says carries weight.

At least it makes people believe.

Fu Wansan winked at Mo Lin, as if saying, "Brother, my help was not bad, right?"

The people who had been doubting Mo Lin earlier now all fell silent.

Xing Lang's hair stood on end suddenly, he sensed a murderous intent in that instant.

Among these people around him, someone indeed wanted to kill him.

Previously, those people hated him, but didn't dare to act against him, simply because of intimidation, and also because the cost and return weren't proportional.

But now the situation was different.

With such benefits at stake, who wouldn't be tempted?

"Mo Lin, you're truly skillful!" Xing Lang gritted his teeth and said to Mo Lin.

He glared viciously at Mo Lin, wishing he could swallow Mo Lin whole.

"I am merely reciprocating in kind, both of us are the same." Mo Lin smiled at Xing Lang.

"Brother, how do I find you?" A man stood out and asked Mo Lin.

Everyone around was all ears at this moment.

"Go to the Ghost-Controlling Society to find me, I'm called Mo Lin, currently the Vice Minister of the Ghost-Controlling Society," Mo Lin slowly answered.

Hearing the three words, Ghost-Controlling Society.

The atmosphere obviously changed, quieted for a moment, then quickly returned to normal.

Since someone asked for Mo Lin's address, it indicated that someone had indeed been moved to kill.

"Kid, you're ruthless!" Xing Lang gritted his teeth and said to Mo Lin.

"Instead of arguing with me here, you'd better think about how to protect yourself," Mo Lin laughed and said.

Mo Lin's method of borrowing a knife to kill was applauded even by Zhuge Mingyue.

Truly impressive.

"I have money... a lot of Netherworld Currency, and I also have many Ghost Artifacts... this is what I rely on." Mo Lin said coldly to Xing Lang.

Currently, Mo Lin earns nearly twenty thousand Netherworld Currency daily, and he can also make Top-Grade Ghost Artifacts.

This is Mo Lin's reliance.

He can eliminate the entire Xing Family without lifting a finger.

Xing Lang was very angry, but didn't dare to act out.

After all, this was a party held by the Li family, who dared to cause trouble?

Mo Lin returned to his seat again.

At this moment, a woman in a white gown drew everyone's attention.

The woman stepped forward with a seductive stride.

She wore red high heels, accentuating her long, slender, fair legs.

When she appeared, all eyes in the room were drawn to her.

She was the third lady of the Li family, Li Yuemei.

"You're really a troublemaker, causing trouble as soon as you arrive in Beihai." Li Yuemei naturally sat in front of Mo Lin and complained to him.

"He provoked me. I was just retaliating passively." Mo Lin retorted.

This statement, though seemingly scolding, was actually like two familiar people teasing each other.

Li Yuemei smiled and said nothing more.

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