Chapter 89

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Chapter 89: A Duel! A Showdown with the Colonel!

Colonel Frank’s elite guards quietly stepped back, realizing their boss was very angry, and the consequences would be serious. “Is it you, Ivan?” Frank glared fiercely at Natasha’s elite guard captain, Ivan. “I knew it was you, Ivan! Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

“My dear aunt, can you please say less?” Ivan’s face was pained; he felt wronged. He was in more trouble than Dou E, urgently waving his hands. “No, it wasn’t me, Colonel Frank! How could I have the audacity to have any improper thoughts about Commander Natasha?” He quickly stepped back.

“Hum! I know you wouldn’t dare!” Frank scoffed through his nose, ignoring Ivan, who looked frightened. He knew Ivan well enough; the guy had decent capabilities but lacked the courage, which was a shame.

“Is it you, you fresh-faced kid?” Frank’s gaze shifted to Lin Mo, his expression twisted as if he wanted to eat him alive.

What?! Lin Mo was perplexed, having no idea what this guy was saying. Facing a barrage of rapid-fire questions, his speech barrier raised its ugly head again. If he could understand, he might echo Ivan’s claims of being wronged. This beautiful disaster, a poisonous rose, was truly a troublemaker; even lying down, he was caught in the crossfire.

“It’s you! You!” Yahann Frank seemed to find his true target, bypassing Natasha and charging directly at Lin Mo, glaring fiercely at him.

Lin Mo was speechless. This guy had gone mad, lashing out at anyone. Frank was not one of the elite guards, so there was no need for Lin Mo to treat a wanted man from various governments with any kindness.

Lin Mo’s expressionless face only made Frank feel he had captured damning evidence. “Natasha! Watch how I teach your little guard a lesson. This class is called ‘Rules’!” Frank turned his head and gritted his teeth, spewing spit at Lin Mo. “You—are—dead—meat! Kid!”

Natasha gave Yahann Frank an ambiguous smile, her grin igniting Frank like a powder keg.

Boom! Frank’s massive fist swung toward Lin Mo’s temple with force.

Lin Mo’s fighting instincts kicked in, and he promptly stepped back half a foot, feeling the punch whoosh past his face, the wind barely ruffling his hair. Though powerful, it didn’t land, so it was utterly futile with no harm done.

“Ah!” Frank roared in anger, “Kid, you have guts! I want to duel you!” He pulled out a golden handgun from behind his waist. Lin Mo’s eyes flicked over, and he gasped. It was a limited edition golden .357 Desert Eagle—only 100 exist worldwide. This was more of a collector’s item than a practical weapon and was flashy enough to use as a sidearm.

“Hey, kid, if you win, this gun is yours!” Whether he was drunk or just out of his mind from anger, Yahann Frank had the audacity to wager his prized golden Desert Eagle against a mere lowlife. He looked at Lin Mo with the disdain one would reserve for an ant, grinning maniacally. “If you lose, heh heh, I’ll personally blow your head off with this gun.”

That punch had made Frank acknowledge Lin Mo’s qualifications for a confrontation.

“Uh, fine! If I win, the gun is mine; if I lose, my life is yours!” Lin Mo didn’t quite understand what Colonel Frank said, but he understood the man’s movements. He decisively pulled out the Triangular Military Dagger that Ivan had handed him before getting into the car and tossed it on the table. Used to wielding a Giant Sword, the Triangular Military Dagger felt like a toothpick in his hand; it was quite awkward.

Natasha, unbothered by her evening attire, playfully tucked her legs, crouching on her chair to watch these two men duel for her. A smug smile of satisfaction adorned her face, looking like someone who had pulled off a successful scheme.

On the table lay a priceless limited edition golden Desert Eagle and a common Triangular Military Dagger—the disparity in value was laughably vast. Lin Mo wanted that gun! Losing was simply not an option.

Frank’s other elite guards quickly cleared the area, moving any remaining items in the restaurant aside, positioning Lin Mo and Colonel Frank in the center.

Ivan was mentally crossing himself. “Dear God, this damn fool is getting into trouble with Colonel Frank on his first day! Doesn’t he know how to spell danger?” He didn’t expect Lin Mo to defeat the notorious Frank; he only hoped that no collateral damage would occur.

Frank towered over Lin Mo, a massive figure at 2.2 meters tall, with a robust body. His movements were not only swift but also incredibly agile, launching a kick straight at Lin Mo, targeting his head. A blow to the head would surely end the fight, yet his head was significantly smaller than his body.

Despite Frank brazenly challenging the Dragon Knight, he sensed that Natasha’s new guard would surely have some skills, given that punch earlier.

However, no matter how Frank attacked, the disparities in capability remained. Sure, he was stronger than most, but in Lin Mo’s view, he felt no stronger than Little Chicken.

Lin Mo decided to stop dodging and just extended one arm. No matter how Frank threw punches and kicks, he could only strike Lin Mo’s arm. Each full-force hit felt like slamming against a steel robot. It was as if he was hitting something invulnerable—Lin Mo didn’t budge, making Frank feel a deep sense of defeat.

“If you’re a man, give it your all!” Frank shouted at Lin Mo, feeling disrespected, his face flushed with humiliation.

Uh! Though he didn’t understand most of what was said, Lin Mo only heard the phrase “give it your all.” Fine, he would!

Boom!

It felt as if the entire restaurant shook, like a minor earthquake had struck.

The table filled with exquisite dishes bore the brunt of unwarranted disaster. Lin Mo’s punch—really, let alone full strength, even just 30%—sent Frank, the massive brute, flying like a meteor, crashing into the table.

The blonde beauty commander, Natasha, gasped, her cherry lips forming a perfect “O.” Her heart raced; when she faced Lin Mo earlier, he had shown restraint with her guards. She certainly knew the difference in weight between a table and a couch.

That thought sent a shiver of cold sweat down Natasha’s back.

All the elite guards stood stunned. The sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the restaurant as outside guards with guns burst in. One by one, they froze, appearing like they had been struck by a spell, and after a moment of shock, they raised their guns at Lin Mo.

“Get out! Do you hear me? All of you, get out! This is not your business; go outside!” Natasha coldly reprimanded the intruding guards.

The guards exchanged glances, confused. But elite guard captain Ivan gave a signal to the hesitant guards, prompting them to lower their weapons and retreat.

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

Commander Natasha smiled at Lin Mo, her delicate hands shifting from slow to fast clapping, exuding joy.

“Damn it, damn it, kid! I curse you! I am Colonel Frank; how could I possibly lose…” In the shattered table bits, Frank muttered and groaned, struggling to regain consciousness. He felt as if he had been hit by a locomotive, every bone in his body aching terribly as he writhed on the ground, unable to rise. His solid body, much like a young ox, thankfully suffered no broken bones.

The elite guards still standing guard did not approach to help Colonel Frank. They glanced at Lin Mo, their gaze filled with admiration and fervor. A duel was sacred, especially for a beauty of such status, almost worthy of being immortalized in a poetic legend.

“Very good, well done, excellent! Kazakh kid, I wonder if I should reward you!” Natasha’s eyes sparkled with a peculiar light as she watched Lin Mo approach, licking her luscious red lips, excitement brewing within her. “Tonight, I permit you to come to my room, if you wish.”

Natasha posed invitingly, exuding charm and allure. Unfortunately, the downed Colonel Frank couldn’t see it; otherwise, he would probably be burning with jealousy.

Lin Mo brushed past the beautiful commander Natasha without sparing her a glance and walked directly to the shattered remains of the table, picking up the golden limited edition Desert Eagle.

“Finally, the gold coin fellow’s snack for tonight is ready.” Lin Mo wiped the fragments off the gun with no hesitation, shoving it into his pocket regardless of the beautiful commander’s annoyed expression. Did she think her beauty compared to that gun?!

“You guys, hurry and help me up, get a doctor!” Frank roared angrily, venting all the frustration on his elite guards, sprawled on the ground.

Frank’s close guard quickly helped him up, tearing down a large piece of curtain to use as a makeshift stretcher, lifting Colonel Frank, one of the high-ranking members of the "Red Scorpion," away. As they passed by, the elite guards shared a glance with Lin Mo—a shared understanding: good luck to you.

“You remember this, kid! We’ll see about this!” Colonel Frank, lying on the ground, his spirit diminished but his gaze fierce, stared at Lin Mo. He realized he had fallen for Natasha’s trap and hit the wall hard, yet at that moment, he didn’t even have the strength to raise a hand against Lin Mo.

Lin Mo didn’t even look back, retrieving the Triangular Military Dagger, thinking it would save money; it shouldn’t be wasted. It had little use but could serve as a toothpick for the gold coin.

What should have been a delightful dinner turned into a brawl filled with masculine aggression.

Lin Mo followed Ivan back to Natasha’s black bulletproof Bentley, feeling utterly frustrated on the way home. Damn it, he was used as a weapon again! If he had known, he would have saved time and just smashed Frank’s head in one punch.