Chapter 20: Is the War Department's Reputation Really That Impressive?

Even the Invincible Warrior Ding Si could not withstand a single slap from Mo Han—just how terrifying was Mo Han, truly? Shock! An unparalleled shock! In that instant, everyone’s eyes widened; they could not believe what they had just witnessed. The Tan family patriarch, Tan Taijun, and all the major figures of the Tan family nearly collapsed to their knees, barely able to remain standing.

“You… who on earth are you?” Ding Si lay sprawled on the ground, his legs too weak with fear to stand, his entire body trembling uncontrollably under the weight of his terror. He simply could not believe that amidst ordinary civilians, there could be someone with such overwhelming strength. This power was on par with the Four Great War Gods. Yet, wasn’t this man just the son-in-law who had married into the Li family? How could he possibly be so powerful!

“So you’re with the War Department, are you? Ha! I’m so scared, really, I could almost wet myself!” Mo Han looked down coldly at Ding Si, his voice dripping with mockery.

Ding Si’s face was ashen, his heart brimming with unwillingness and fury. Mo Han’s martial prowess was so terrifying that even against his own superior, the Invincible War God, he would still have a chance. Yet in front of Mo Han, he couldn’t even withstand a single slap. This was a being beyond the War Gods!

The more Ding Si thought, the more regret and fear took root in his heart. As Ding Si lay defeated, Wu Yue suddenly stood up with a start. The old man sitting beside him, however, remained calm and impassive, simply watching in silence.

“Is the War Department so impressive?” Mo Han sneered again, glancing disdainfully at Ding Si. “Once I’ve settled the score with the Tan family, I’ll be sure to come back and settle things with you as well.”

With that, Mo Han turned his gaze to Tan Taijun, who, along with his companions, was so petrified that he did not even dare to breathe.

With a loud thud, Tan Taijun fell to his knees before Wu Yue, his voice trembling. “Master Wu, please, save my Tan family! I beg you, please save us. I’ll even kowtow to you!”

In this dire situation, only Wu Yue of the War Department could possibly save them. Otherwise, Tan Taijun was certain Mo Han would truly wipe out the Tan family, as he had declared.

The other members of the Tan family all turned to Wu Yue, seeing him as their only lifeline.

Wu Yue looked at Tan Taijun with a hint of apology and said, “Matters of the underworld should be settled in the underworld—let the waves rise and fall, and let the underworld fade away. Besides, this is a personal vendetta. The War Department cannot simply interfere.”

Instantly, Tan Taijun was shattered. He understood Wu Yue’s meaning all too well: this was an underworld feud between his Tan family and Mo Han, and the War Department would not intervene.

“Mo Han, I know I was wrong! Please, spare my Tan family!” Tan Taijun knelt before Mo Han, utterly terrified. If even the Slaughter God Ding Si couldn’t withstand a single slap, what chance did the Tan family have?

Mo Han laughed at his plea. He walked up to Tan Taijun, squatted down, and said slowly, “Oh, you know you were wrong now? Wasn’t your Tan family all high and mighty just moments ago? You cut out my daughter’s corneas, forced my wife to marry your son, and tried to humiliate me… I almost believed your family truly had the power to blot out the sun. Oh, and to show off, you even managed to invite the War God here—having public officials leave their posts to serve your interests. What a feat. What influence. With all that power, why bother begging for mercy now? Stand up, won’t you? Show me more!”

As he spoke, Mo Han’s voice turned icy, carrying a chill that could freeze the soul.

Upon hearing these words, Tan Taijun’s face turned deathly pale, and a foul-smelling liquid trickled from his trousers—he had been literally scared out of his wits.

Stammering, Tan Taijun pleaded, “I’m sorry! I truly am! I shouldn’t have bought your daughter’s corneas, not for anything! I swear, it was Old Li Zhendong who told me about it, and he set the price at one hundred million. Otherwise, I would never have done it. I’m sorry—so sorry! You see, so many of my family are already dead, my son has been crippled beyond repair. Please, have mercy, spare the Tan family. Name your price, whatever it is, I’ll pay!”

Mo Han looked at Tan Taijun as if he were an idiot. “You think money can buy away my daughter’s pain? That money can justify what you made her endure? Do you know how old she is? She’s only four years old. Just four, and you forcibly took her corneas. Do you have any idea how much agony she suffered?”

“Not one member of the Tan family will walk away alive!”

Murderous intent blazed in Mo Han’s eyes. He seized Tan Taijun’s head and twisted fiercely.

A sickening crack—the neck spun a full one hundred eighty degrees. Tan Taijun’s body slumped lifelessly to the floor, dead beyond question.

The remaining Tan family members were paralyzed with terror, their legs like jelly, their eyes wide with fear.

But Mo Han did not spare them. He had vowed to wash the Tan family in blood, and he would do exactly that. This was the wrath of the Lord of the Underworld—once ignited, only blood could quench it.

After slaughtering the rest of the Tan family, Mo Han strode toward the stage. There, Tan Xiaorong was already frozen in terror, his face blank, his eyes filled with dread. The Tan family was finished—utterly destroyed. Even if he regretted everything now, it was far too late.

“I have never gone back on my word,” Mo Han said calmly. “So now, it’s your turn to go down.”

With those words, he lifted the coffin lid and forced Tan Xiaorong inside, sealing him alive in the coffin. Tan Xiaorong pounded desperately on the lid, crying out for help, but no one paid him the slightest heed. It would not be long before he suffocated and died—a punishment he fully deserved.

After all was done, Mo Han finally turned to Ding Si, who had just managed to stand, his legs still trembling.

“Now, it’s time we settled our own accounts,” Mo Han said in a voice cold as ice, utterly devoid of emotion.

Ding Si’s heart quailed at the sight of Mo Han, the most ruthless and powerful man he had ever encountered.

“Sir, Ding Si’s presence here was truly accidental. He has rendered great service to the nation on the battlefield. Could you, for my sake, spare him this once?” At that moment, the old man beside Wu Yue, who had been silent all along, finally spoke.

A tidal wave of aura burst forth from him, rising to the heavens. Mo Han turned to the old man, his expression calm and indifferent.

“Does the War Department’s face carry that much weight? Why should I grant you this favor?”