Because he had just arrived from Boston the previous day, the big shots in New York kindly left Mu Lin in peace for the entire day. Although the late autumn sun shining from outside warmed the body like a cozy fireplace in winter, making one feel drowsy and relaxed, Mu Lin still spent the entire day inside, immersed in tender moments with the three girls, tasting the sweetness of love for the first time.
During the day, Mu Lin shared some details about himself with the girls, including stories about the three major families in Boston. However, he kept the secret of his ring to himself. It wasn’t that he distrusted them, but rather because their cultivation level and mental state had not yet reached the realm of spiritual refinement. Revealing such knowledge to them would only unsettle their minds and hinder their progress.
When night fell, Mu Lin waited until the girls began their nightly cultivation practice. Then, just like the previous night, he set up precautions before quietly slipping away.
Following the same route as the previous night, Mu Lin effortlessly reached the same location. Tonight, his main objective was to investigate the movements of the Hudson family. If possible, he planned to stir up some trouble and pay a visit to the Black Tiger Gang as well.
Tonight, the area seemed unusually quiet. Hidden within a bush, Mu Lin extended his spiritual senses like a breeze, sweeping over the main building. The surroundings unfolded before his mind’s eye as clearly as daylight.
Inside, the underground reception room was packed with people, a stark contrast to the quiet outside. In the center sat the Hudson patriarch, now a mere shell of himself, sitting alone. On either side sat two individuals each, each accompanied by several bodyguards. The four factions were clearly divided, each keeping to themselves.
It was obvious that the four minor clans within the Hudson family had gathered here to vie for power. With the Hudson leader now an empty-headed fool, the daytime hospital diagnosis had confirmed there was no hope of recovery. Without a leader, the subordinates had scattered like monkeys when the tree falls, each quickly pledging allegiance to their chosen new master.
“Jack! I think Jason is more suitable to be the clan leader than you! After all, the honor of the family still needs to be defended by us! You are too civilized, too soft. Don’t you remember what we are?” One of the men from the opposing side pointed and shouted.
The other side immediately jumped up in response, not backing down at all. The tension rose sharply, and a violent clash seemed imminent.
It looked like he had arrived at just the right time. Instead of focusing on damage control, these people were rushing to seize power. Discussions during the day had clearly failed, and now negotiations were still at a stalemate. Thinking this, Mu Lin smirked mischievously. It seemed necessary to add a spark to their fire, to make their conflict burn faster and fiercer, giving him the chance to exploit the chaos.
Mu Lin carefully scanned the crowd, hoping to detect any individuals with special abilities. He analyzed the brainwaves of each person. Heh, sure enough, there were two! He stealthily extended his spiritual awareness and locked onto the acupoints of these two individuals, subtly infiltrating their minds and taking control of the nerves that commanded their physical movements.
Meanwhile, the shouting continued. Since this was taking place indoors, no one wanted to be the first to openly attack and risk being condemned in public opinion. As the leaders of both factions were engaged in the argument, no one noticed the abnormality in the two underlings.
These two individuals seemed to possess a different kind of mental energy compared to the four he had encountered the previous night. Their mental strength was also significantly weaker. After carefully identifying their brainwave frequencies, Mu Lin released his control over them.
Suddenly, a small knife and a wooden stick flew from each side, striking the person who had launched them. Chaos erupted among the crowd as tempers flared and hands reached for weapons.
Having just arrived from Boston yesterday, the big shots in New York thoughtfully gave Mulin a day of peace today. Although the late autumn sun outside bathed people in warmth like a winter hearth, making them feel lazy, Mulin and the three girls spent the day in their room, lost in the sweet throes of newfound love.
During the day, Mulin shared some of his background with the girls, including details about the three major families in Boston. However, he chose not to mention anything about his ring—not because he didn’t trust them, but because their cultivation level and mental state weren’t yet at the stage where they could comprehend the world of cultivation. Revealing such secrets might unsettle their minds and hinder their progress.
By evening, after the girls had begun their training, Mulin set up the same protective formations as the night before and quietly slipped away.
Following the same path as the previous night, he arrived at his destination with ease. Tonight, his main objective was to investigate the movements of the Hudson family. If possible, he planned to stir the pot—perhaps even set another fire to raise the stakes—and then pay a visit to the Black Tiger Gang.
The area was unusually quiet tonight. Concealed in a thicket, Mulin extended his senses like a gust of wind toward the main building, scanning the surroundings as clearly as if it were daylight.
The same underground meeting room was packed tonight, a stark contrast to the silence outside. In the center sat the now-demented Hudson patriarch, isolated and vacant. On either side of him sat two men each, with bodyguards standing behind them. The four factions were clearly demarcated, their divisions absolute.
It was obvious—the four minor families under the Hudson umbrella had come to carve up the power. With the patriarch reduced to a mindless husk and medical examinations confirming no hope of recovery, his subordinates had quickly abandoned him, pledging allegiance to their chosen successors.
“Jack! I think Jason is far more suited to lead the family than you! After all, it’s our duty to uphold the family’s honor! You? Too soft! Have you forgotten what business we’re in?” One of the men jabbed a finger across the table.
The accused immediately leapt to his feet, refusing to back down. Tensions flared, and it seemed a fight could break out at any moment.
Mulin smirked. Perfect timing. Instead of handling the aftermath, these fools were too busy fighting over power. They hadn’t reached an agreement during the day, and now they were still at each other’s throats. Time to fan the flames—let their fire burn hotter and faster. Only then would an opportunity present itself.
He scrutinized the crowd, searching for any signs of supernatural abilities. Analyzing their brainwaves, he grinned—two stood out. Extending his spiritual sense, he subtly sealed their acupoints and infiltrated their minds, taking control of their motor functions.
The two leaders continued shouting, neither willing to throw the first punch indoors and risk losing face or public support. Amid the chaos, no one noticed the odd behavior of two underlings.
These two had slightly different psychic abilities compared to the four from last night, and their powers were much weaker. Once Mulin had mapped their brainwave patterns, he loosened his control.
Suddenly, a small knife and a wooden stick shot out from each faction, striking the opposing side. The crowd erupted, and underlings tensed, ready to brawl.
Turns out, these two had been aware of each other’s abilities—one could manipulate metal, the other wood. When Mulin immobilized them, they assumed the other had sabotaged them. Once freed, they retaliated with stored-up psychic energy. But their powers were weak, only able to control small objects—hence the knife and stick.
After the projectiles struck, the two quickly ducked behind their comrades, shouting, “Boss! Janis (Rajesh) attacked us!”
Mulin gritted his teeth. These two were too unpredictable! He’d planned to study their abilities, mimic their psychic signatures, and add two new powers to his arsenal. Releasing them was supposed to let him observe their techniques for later study. He’d even hoped to test the four abilities he’d learned the night before—abilities that had nearly killed him.
But now, their impulsive actions had ruined his plans. Before he could fully analyze their techniques, they’d already started fighting. By the time he tried to observe, they’d stopped.
While Mulin fumed, the situation escalated. Friends of the two psychics rushed into the fray, brawling wildly. The leaders, for now, didn’t intervene.
Seizing the opportunity, Mulin manipulated a knife to strike the opposing side. Predictably, a wooden stick retaliated, hitting the knife-wielder. The fight intensified, and the two psychics, seeing their friends go all out, abandoned restraint.
Knives and sticks flew wildly as they exhausted their psychic energy. Mulin grinned—no need to test his own powers now! If he’d captured them for practice, they’d have held back. But here, they were fighting for their lives.
Unbeknownst to him, the leaders had refrained from stopping the fight because they wanted the chaos to eliminate the opposing psychics. To ordinary people, psychic attacks were deadlier than bullets—imagine a knife or stick suddenly piercing your throat in your sleep. Both sides hoped to remove the other’s trump card for future battles, guarding their own psychics closely.
As the two psychics neared exhaustion, Mulin had learned enough. Tonight hadn’t been a waste—he’d gained valuable insights. But he wasn’t done yet.
Suddenly, a wooden stick veered off course, smashing into an opposing leader’s head, drawing blood. Then a knife strayed, embedding itself in another leader’s chest. Moments later, another knife and stick struck the psychics’ vital points, killing them instantly.
The room erupted into chaos. Bloodlust filled the air. The situation had just gotten a whole lot hotter.
After the small wooden stick and knife struck their targets, the two quickly ducked behind their comrades for cover, shouting loudly, “Boss! Jenis (Rajes) has attacked us!”
Mu Lin thought to himself, these two really are synchronized and uncontrollable! He regretted not keeping them under control. He had planned to study their mental energy fluctuations, imitate their abilities, and essentially learn two new special skills. His idea was to release them temporarily, keeping them around for further study later. He especially wanted to practice the new abilities he had learned the previous night. After being beaten badly by the four the previous day, he had finally mastered four abilities and was eager to test them out.
However, the moment these two individuals acted, his plan was ruined. He hadn’t expected them to attack so suddenly and hadn’t had time to simulate their techniques with his spiritual senses before they launched their attacks. By the time he focused his awareness on them again, the fight was already over.
While Mu Lin was still fuming, the situation had already shifted. Friends of the two quickly rushed forward, engaging in a brawl. The leaders of both sides did not immediately intervene.
This commotion finally snapped Mu Lin into action. He used his spiritual awareness to control a small knife and hurl it at the opposing side. As expected, the other side retaliated with a wooden stick, hitting the knife thrower. This only escalated the fight further. The two individuals with special abilities, seeing their friends already engaged in fierce combat, could no longer hold back.
Back and forth flew wooden sticks and knives as they poured every ounce of their mental energy into the battle. Mu Lin was delighted— now he could observe without getting directly involved! He chuckled to himself. Otherwise, if he had captured them for testing, while it wouldn’t have been fatal, they wouldn’t have used their full strength either, unlike now where they were fighting with everything they had.
In truth, the faction leaders had not stopped the fight because they both secretly hoped to eliminate the individuals with special abilities during the chaos. For ordinary people, such abilities were far more dangerous than bullets— imagine sleeping in your room only to suddenly have a knife or stick pierce your throat, leaving you dead without even knowing what hit you. Now that both sides were fighting, each hoped to eliminate the other’s special asset, giving themselves an edge in future conflicts. Both sides kept their precious assets under tight protection, fearing any harm might come to them.
As the two individuals neared exhaustion, Mu Lin had already learned enough. He thought to himself, tonight hadn’t been a waste after all—he had truly acquired something valuable. But he still needed to add a little extra push.
Suddenly, a wooden stick veered off course and struck one of the opposing leaders on the head, causing blood to pour out. Immediately after, a knife also missed its intended target and embedded itself in the chest of the other leader. Then, another knife and stick struck the two individuals with special abilities directly in their vital areas, killing them both instantly. At this point, both sides were enraged, and the situation erupted into chaos and panic.
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