"Lin Mu, aren’t you being too arrogant? Our Iron Blood isn’t afraid of you," Iron Hand finally lost his smile, staring coldly at Lin Mu and said sternly.

"Hehe, Brother Iron Hand, I never said the Iron Blood was afraid of me. I just like this kind of thing," Lin Mu said nonchalantly.

Iron Hand looked at Lin Mu, nodding with eyes full of anger, "Fine, what if I refuse to give it?"

"If you don’t give it, we’ll just take it. After all, you guys stole it from others, so there’s nothing wrong with us taking it back," Lin Mu said with a chuckle.

"Lin Mu, don’t forget what your status is," Iron Hand said sternly.

"Hehe, thanks for the reminder. Compared to the things you do with your status, my actions are nothing, like a small witch compared to a giant," Lin Mu replied with a smile.

"So you mean there’s no room for negotiation?" Iron Hand looked at Lin Mu, already prepared for battle.

"I never intended to negotiate with you," Lin Mu laughed. Iron Hand alone meant nothing to him. Not just Iron Hand, even if the Iron Blood themselves came, Lin Mu wouldn’t take them seriously.

Iron Hand waved, and several Iron Blood members quickly stepped forward, glaring at Lin Mu. Several members advanced, and Gray Wolf and Golden Wolf also stepped up. The Iron Blood members present were much weaker in strength, not even requiring Lin Mu to act as Gray Wolf and Golden Wolf could easily handle them.

"Lin Mu, you asked for it, go to hell," Iron Hand said.

As soon as Iron Hand’s words fell, the six people in front charged towards Gray Wolf and Golden Wolf. Gray Wolf and Golden Wolf smiled wickedly. Though injured, they were more than enough to handle them.

Soon, Gray Wolf and Golden Wolf rushed into the group of six, engaging in a fierce battle.

The six Iron Blood members, already depleted from a fight with four ninjas, were now weakened even more in combat with Gray Wolf and Golden Wolf. So handling these six was quite easy for Gray Wolf and Golden Wolf.

Gray Wolf and Golden Wolf were old partners. Though they often bickered, in the face of external enemies, they were exceptionally coordinated. So after several rounds of fighting, under the perfect cooperation of Gray Wolf and Golden Wolf, the six Iron Blood members had almost no means to retaliate, quickly defeated, and lay scattered on the ground.

With all six subordinates down, Iron Hand had no cards left to play. With a roar, he rushed toward Gray Wolf and Golden Wolf. However, before he could get close, Lin Mu’s figure appeared in front of him.

Lin Mu looked at Iron Hand, smiling wickedly, "I’ve always heard about the Iron Blood Corps’ combat prowess. Today, I want to see just how strong the leader is."

"Then prepare to die," Iron Hand roared and lunged forward, throwing a punch at Lin Mu.

Lin Mu stood still, sidestepped, and grabbed Iron Hand’s wrist, then twisted it and moved behind him. Iron Hand quickly spun skillfully, turning to face Lin Mu, punching with his other hand.

The punch was slow, and just as it was about to hit Lin Mu’s face, Lin Mu kicked Iron Hand in the stomach. The next second, Iron Hand’s figure flew backward like a kite, flying more than ten meters before barely coming to a stop.

Iron Hand clutched his stomach, feeling a painful spasm. Lin Mu’s kick was vicious. If it had been lower, it would have been a Descendant-breaking Kick! Fortunately, Iron Hand excelled in resilience, stubbornly holding back the surge of pain in his chest, swallowing down the rush of blood.

"Hehe, so this is the extent of the Iron Blood Corps?" Lin Mu said with a smile, looking at Iron Hand.

Iron Hand’s face muscles twitched, and he roared, launching another sudden attack at Lin Mu with a swift step. But Lin Mu remained relaxed, unfazed by Iron Hand’s aggression, showing no signs of worry.

Seeing Iron Hand charge, Lin Mu swiftly dodged and kicked. Iron Hand quickly blocked with his arm and retreated a few steps before attacking again.

Yet, a strange scene unfolded. As Iron Hand’s punch neared Lin Mu, Lin Mu’s figure vanished.

This frustrated Iron Hand. He understood that he had no chance of winning this fight.

Evidently, he was no match for Lin Mu.

When Lin Mu reappeared behind Iron Hand, Iron Hand noticed and attempted to counter, but was too slow. Lin Mu kicked him on the backside, causing him to fall flat, nearly face-planting into the ground.

Iron Hand lay on the ground, touching his mouth. "Damn, full of dust," he thought. He hadn’t dodged Lin Mu’s kick and landed on his face, hurting his teeth.

Other subordinates quickly helped Iron Hand up. Iron Hand said nothing, emitting a fierce aura. Surrendering wasn’t an option, although not as strong as Lin Mu, fighting till the end was the Iron Blood tradition.

Iron Hand adjusted his inner strength, leaped forward agilely, and charged at Lin Mu once more.

"Hehe, not bad. Even now, you’re attacking like Xiaoliu, with such power. The Iron Blood Corps indeed deserves its reputation," Lin Mu smiled, leaping forward to meet him.

Iron Hand swung his fist fiercely, continuously attacking Lin Mu, who dodged skillfully, waiting for an opening to deliver a lethal strike.

Bam, bam, bam, their figures blurred, but Iron Hand’s movement halted as Lin Mu’s heavy punch struck his chest. Iron Hand spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying.

The difference in power was evident. No matter how hard Iron Hand tried, he couldn’t oppose Lin Mu. Alone or even with the whole group, they couldn’t defeat Lin Mu.

Lin Mu looked at Iron Hand, smiling, "Like I said, hand over the DNA-catalyzing enzyme, and I’ll let you go."

Iron Hand’s eyes were sharp as he touched his own blood, scoffed, and said, "Hmph, it’s not that easy to get the DNA-catalyzing enzyme from me. Do you think you’ve won? Look over there, by the cars."