Chapter 93

A sudden gust of wind swept past—these low-ranking members of the Sixth Street Gang, who made a living stealing cars, were neither qualified nor wealthy enough to afford reaction-speed-enhancing cyberware. They couldn’t even come close to matching the speed of the wind.

Facing Lin Mo, who moved like a ghost after activating his Sandevistan, all they could do was gape in shock. Before they could even scream, a palm landed on the back of their heads, slamming them into either the nearby pillars or the concrete floor.

Since he was just visiting someone’s home, Lin Mo hadn’t brought any lethal weapons with him. He had no choice but to "suffer" through this encounter by letting his bare hands make intimate contact with a bunch of unwashed scalps.