The thief's dismissive gesture thoroughly enraged Mo Lin.
The thief squinted his eyes, laughing happily.
This laugh made Mo Lin feel disgusted.
Especially as he flaunted the ten thousand Netherworld Currencies he stole from Mo Lin, as if showing off before everyone.
Mo Lin immediately prepared to rush in.
Two men in black sleeves stepped forward to block Mo Lin.
"Kid, what are you doing?" one of the men questioned Mo Lin.
Mo Lin pointed inside at the thief and slowly said, "That thief inside stole my Netherworld Currency."
Such a seemingly ordinary statement stirred the men's discontent.
"Who's a thief?" The man shoved Mo Lin, angrily shouting at him, "Watch your mouth, don't just talk nonsense!"
"We are all upstanding people here, no thieves."
The other man nearby also joined in scolding, "Kid, you'd better stop talking nonsense, making accusations comes with consequences."
As the words fell, over twenty people in the hall surged forward.
If looks could kill, this crowd's stare would have slain Mo Lin hundreds of times.
These people obviously relied on their numbers to intimidate others.
Judging by the situation, it wasn't the first time.
At this moment, Feng Mingyu came running from behind.
She was terrified seeing Mo Lin confronting a crowd.
Feng Mingyu stepped forward with a smile, softly addressing the people in front of her, "Sorry, it's a misunderstanding."
"Is this person your friend?" a man asked Feng Mingyu.
"Yes, my friend is visiting the black market for the first time and doesn't understand the rules. I ask all of you not to hold him to the same standards," Feng Mingyu explained, smiling.
"Since he's your friend, shouldn't you be keeping an eye on him? This is Master Sun's turf, you know what happens if you offend him?" The young man's words carried a threat as he addressed Feng Mingyu.
The man's attitude was arrogant, entirely disregarding Mo Lin.
"I know, I'm sorry, I'll take my friend away now." Feng Mingyu pulled Mo Lin's hand, signaling for him to leave.
"No, my Netherworld Currency was stolen by this group, I can't leave."
Just leave like this?
Is that possible?
Mo Lin wasn't afraid of this group, why should he leave?
Feng Mingyu whispered to Mo Lin, "This is Master Sun's territory, don't cause trouble, let's just go."
She frequently visited the black market and knew many people there.
The forces within the black market are complex and intertwined.
This Master Sun runs a level four Ghost-Controlling Society himself, with backing behind him.
Not just Mo Lin, even Li Bingyan wouldn't dare stir up trouble here.
"I'm not leaving." Mo Lin stated again.
Feng Mingyu was anxious, unsure if Mo Lin truly had the power or was just posturing.
Today was her first meeting with Mo Lin.
She had no understanding of Mo Lin's background.
If Mo Lin lacked strength and still dared to stir up trouble, it would be foolish.
"Kid, do you really want to die?"
The young man pointed at Mo Lin's face, threatening, "If you don't leave, I'll kill you."
As the words fell, the young man summoned his Contract Ghost.
He was a level two Ghost-Controlling Master.
At the same time, the crowd in the hall began summoning their Contract Ghosts too.
A terrifying atmosphere gradually spread.
The air was filled with tension.
Mo Lin originally didn't want to lose his temper, but these people were heedless of good sense.
Faced with such disrespectful individuals, naturally, Mo Lin wouldn't indulge them.
"Give me back my Netherworld Currency, let's settle this today, or suffer the consequences," Mo Lin coldly uttered.
The young man seemed to hear the funniest thing of his life.
"What? Suffer the consequences?"
"Are you out of your mind?"
"Who do you think you are?"
"I'll be straight with you, we did steal your Netherworld Currency, but it's not possible to return it to you."
"Kid, don't think too highly of yourself."
The crowd taunted Mo Lin with a cacophony of ridicule.
They relied on their numbers to bully Mo Lin.
"A wild dog dares to bark here, laughable." The young man mocked again.
Mo Lin's anger surged, his fury rising from his chest to his head.
Faced with such humiliation, Mo Lin was completely angry.
"Forget it, they have the numbers.." Feng Mingyu could see Mo Lin was very angry and quietly advised.
She was also a bit angry, but what could she do?
Among over twenty people, seven were level two Ghost-Controlling Masters, and even two were level three Ghost-Controlling Masters.
If a fight broke out, Mo Lin would be the one to suffer.
"Don't worry, within ten minutes, I'll solve this issue."
Saying this, Mo Lin pushed Feng Mingyu aside.
Feng Mingyu's eyes widened, seeing Mo Lin ready to fight, she was completely stunned.
She quickly took out her phone, calling for help in the chat group.
"Help... Mo Lin is in trouble in the black market."
Yun Lin: "What trouble? What's going on?"
Feng Mingyu: "His ten thousand Netherworld Currency was stolen by people under Master Sun's command. Mo Lin wants to fight them, come quickly... I'm afraid Mo Lin might die here."
Yun Lin: "What? Isn't Master Sun a level four Ghost-Controlling Master? You should quickly persuade Mo Lin not to be impulsive."
Feng Mingyu: "Couldn't persuade him at all... it's causing me problems, are Ghost-Controlling Masters always this aggressive?"
Lin Xi: "Provoked Master Sun? It's trouble, I'm heading over now."
Yun Lin: "Lin Xi, you know Master Sun, quickly come and say something nice."
Feng Mingyu: "o(╥﹏╥)o Please come quickly... if you come too late, I might have to prepare Mo Lin's funeral."
The young man was thoroughly enraged seeing Mo Lin's obstinacy.
"Kid, you don't appreciate courtesy?"
"This is the black market, I could kill you without a problem." The young man threatened Mo Lin harshly.
Mo Lin's lips curled into a taunting smile.
He really didn't understand where this group's courage came from.
"I'll count to three, either give me the Netherworld Currency or face the consequences." Mo Lin lost patience, uttering those words.
It was obvious the young man didn't take Mo Lin's words seriously.
Not just him, everyone here ignored Mo Lin's words.
"Since you seek death, I'll grant it." The young man sneered.
As the words fell, his Contract Ghost lunged at Mo Lin.
Simultaneously, the surrounding crowd made their move.
Their Contract Ghosts rushed at Mo Lin to bite him.
This group, though arrogant, acted carefully.
To prevent any mishaps, over twenty Ghost-Controlling Masters attacked Mo Lin simultaneously.
Even a level three Ghost-Controlling Master, without summoning a Contract Ghost beforehand, might suffer serious injuries.
The Contract Ghosts here ranged from Dangerous Level to Ordinary Level, with large numbers.
Mo Lin's figure was instantly engulfed by these Contract Ghosts.
Feng Mingyu was anxious seeing this scene.
She couldn't just watch Mo Lin die.
Feng Mingyu bit her teeth, bracing herself, preparing to forcefully rescue Mo Lin.
At that moment, an unexpected event occurred.