HLM – Chapter 730 Remnants of the Mountain Beast

Wang Bo was rather curious. The Heart of Mist… what the heck is this thing?

Previously, when he collected the Lord’s Heart, the name alone was enough to give a rough idea of its purpose. But the Heart of Mist? Does it control the mist? Provide energy to it? And what use would it have for him?

He held it in his hand for a moment. Were it not for the name, he might have thought it should be called something like the Heart of Weaving or the Heart of Cotton, because it looked exactly like a pale green tuft of cotton.

Opening the sand tray, he tried placing the heart on it, positioning it on the mountainside where the castle sat.

As soon as he did, the Heart of Mist seamlessly merged into the sand tray.

This made things simple. Wang Bo didn’t need to worry about its exact function or where it should be used—he could just leave it and observe the results.

The next morning, he noticed no immediate changes—only a thin layer of fog on the mountainside. But spring in New Zealand was humid, so fog forming was normal.

He went for a run. Eva stumbled out of the bathroom half-asleep and complained, “Why isn’t it the weekend? I really wanted to sleep in.”

Wang Bo could only shake his head in admiration—Eva truly loved sleeping, clocking at least ten hours a day! Were it not for her being a lively teacher with boundless energy when awake, he might have asked Dr. Yi to give her a checkup.

Driving to work, Wang Bo noticed several heavy motorcycles parked outside a hotel. Rolling down the window to take a look, he saw the bikes were covered with skulls, flames, and machetes—definitely not the type of people to cross paths with.

At work, while signing off on the town’s investment reports, Atulu knocked on the door: “Boss, someone reported an incident in the village—a conflict has broken out.”

Wang Bo picked up his police cap and asked casually, “What happened?”

“Some hooligans and thugs broke into our village. They tried to buy a house, but the owner refused, and a conflict ensued.”

Wang Bo was surprised. “Hooligans and thugs? Since when did this town have such trash?”

Atulu shook his head. “Sorry, boss, I don’t know. We should go check it out quickly.”

Wang Bo said, “I understand. Don’t worry. I’m sure they won’t dare harm your people recklessly.”

Atulu’s face fell. “No, boss… I’m worried my people will beat them up!”

The police car raced toward the Māori village with sirens blaring. From afar, they could see a crowd of big, burly men and women gathered together.

Suddenly, the roar of engines filled the air, and the crowd parted as five or six heavy motorcycles charged past, arrogantly speeding by the police car.

But driving fast wasn’t the issue—what made them audacious was when one of the bikers, a giant man with rings through his nose, ears, and lips, spat thick phlegm directly at the police car window.

Instantly, the shiny glass was splattered with a yellowish mess.

Laughter erupted from the motorcycle gang, loud and brazen, their engines drowned out by their mockery.

Atulu flew into a rage. “Kill those little bastards!”

Wang Bo smirked, opened the sand tray, found the spot, and nudged the front wheel of the lead motorcycle with his hand.

Immediately, the laughter turned into screams. The lead bike swerved and crashed into a nearby house.

The other riders didn’t slow down—they sped off and disappeared into the distance.

“Damn, they really have no loyalty!” Atulu sneered, spitting on the ground as he opened the car door.

Wang Bo said, “Go, arrest that guy.”

No need for further instruction. This Māori giant suddenly became brave and ran over, brandishing his baton: “Stop playing dead! Put your arms behind your head and squat against the wall!”

The surrounding Māori cheered: “Awesome, Atulu! Your wife’s finally standing up for herself!” 

“Hit him! Break his skull, man!”

“Clear the way! This guy was the most arrogant—let him learn that our village is not to be trespassed!”

The crowd was fired up, and not just pretending. Someone grabbed a rock and hurled it. A seductive woman behind the giant got hit on the head, screamed, and fell back to the ground.

Seeing how fierce the Māori were, Wang Bo quickly got out to stop them: “Give me some face! I’ll handle this!”

The Māori might be unruly, but they had their own code: revenge those who wrong them, repay those who help them.

Sunset Ranch’s beef and lamb were sold cheaply in town, and every Māori household could afford them. They understood the situation.

Thus, the Māori were among Wang Bo’s strongest supporters.

Seeing him step out, a large man leading the crowd raised his arm: “Alright, if the mayor says so, we’ll listen. Everyone, disperse!”

The previously aggressive Māori scattered, though a few lingered to watch.

Wang Bo went up and handcuffed the giant man with the facial rings. The man had a nasty gash on his forehead and struggled violently, shouting, “On what grounds are you arresting me? This is unjust enforcement!”

Wang Bo kicked him and twisted his arms painfully. The man screamed in agony and finally submitted.

Showing his badge, Wang Bo declared, “I am Wang, chief of Sunset Town Police. You are under arrest for damaging police property and obstructing justice!”

“I didn’t—” the man protested stubbornly.

Wang Bo kicked him again. “Bullshit! Who spat on the car window just now?”

The man remained defiant: “You’re abusing me! Damn you! If you dare, do it—I swear I’ll sue you!”

Wang Bo scoffed. “Evidence?”

The man instinctively glanced around. The Māori whistled and someone said, “What a blue sky, the clouds so white… hey, look! The mayor’s castle is covered by clouds.”

Wang Bo turned around. He thought it was just casual chatter, but indeed, some thin clouds had gathered around the mountainside.

This was probably the effect of the Heart of Mist. Wang Bo glanced at it briefly and turned back to the case.

It was simple. One Māori explained that these men were members of the Mountain Beast gang. Somehow, today, they had stormed into the village to buy a house.

Wang Bo looked at the house they were trying to buy—it was the same one where the Mountain Beast gang had previously run an underground casino in the village.