The scene was indeed somewhat cruel; the other tall male students had already been scared senseless.
It was too horrifying!
They had never imagined that the students they often bullied and insulted, sometimes beating them half to death, could one day encounter someone many times more ruthless than themselves.
The key issue was that this guy seemed to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, yet those eyes were as cold as ice. Being stared at by him felt as if, in the next second, an unparalleled fierce beast would tear their bodies to shreds.
Lin Mo dropped the blood-stained club and glanced at the few men with an indifferent face:
"Go back and tell the person behind you, if there's any more of this school violence, this extortion for protection money!"
"He need not live any longer!"
Having said that, Lin Mo turned and left.