An Dongshan had already hurried down from above, walking towards the Dongfang Team.
His body suddenly stiffened, but he didn't stop. Instead, he used his last ounce of strength to rush in front of Dongfang Shuye.
He tightly grabbed two USB flash drives from his chest pocket and forcefully shoved them into Dongfang Shuye's hands.
"My experimental data... all the evidence of the Ning family's crimes... it's all in here."
His voice began to blur, and his body started to tremble. "It doesn't matter if I die... the Ning family... must fall!"
With those words, An Dongshan began to collapse to the ground.
Dongfang Shuye was quick to react, catching him in his arms.
The sensation upon touching him was wrong.
It wasn't the texture of clothing fabric, but a sticky, scalding heat. The wet and hot sensation instantly spread through his fingertips to his entire body.
He looked down and saw a small, inconspicuous tear on An Dongshan's flank, from which blood was slowly seeping out. Only, this blood seemed to be dyed black.
That seemingly accidental collision just now had been the true fatal strike.
"That was an Ability User! Catch him!"
"Layman Lin!" Shouzhen looked anxiously toward the door. "Rejuvenation Talisman! Quickly, use a Rejuvenation Talisman to save him!"
However, Lin Mo, who was leaning against the doorframe, remained completely motionless, as if the life-and-death scene playing out before him was just a theatrical play that had nothing to do with him.
His calmness formed a glaring contrast with the surrounding chaos.
Dongfang Shuye also whipped his head around. The man in his arms was rapidly growing cold. He fixed his gaze on Lin Mo, a trace of hope in his eyes.
If An Dongshan could survive, that would be for the best.
Lin Mo finally moved.
He didn't take out any talismans. He merely walked over slowly and, under everyone's watchful eyes, gently pressed his palm against An Dongshan's forehead.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
One second, two seconds... ten seconds.
Lin Mo retracted his hand, his tone so flat that it lacked even the slightest ripple.
"He can't be saved."
As his words fell, the last faint rise and fall of An Dongshan's chest completely settled into stillness.
The man who had researched and developed such an unbelievable technology as ability transplantation died just like that.
Right up until his death, he was still just an ordinary person.
Holding the gradually cooling corpse, Dongfang Shuye slowly unfurled his other tightly clenched hand.
In his palm, two USB flash drives lay quietly.
One contained An Dongshan's lifelong research results.
The other held the criminal evidence sufficient to drag the Ning family into the abyss.
These two items felt as heavy as a thousand pounds at this moment.
However, in the very next second, the weight in his palm lightened by half.
Because one of the USB flash drives was gone.
Dongfang Shuye's pupils suddenly contracted. He stiffly raised his head, his gaze crossing over An Dongshan's corpse to land on Lin Mo.
The USB flash drive containing the research results was currently being held casually between two of Lin Mo's fingers. He even waved it against the light, as if inspecting the quality of this little trinket.
Although divine sense could see through many things, it had no way of directly reading the data inside a USB flash drive.
Dongfang Shuye gently laid An Dongshan's corpse flat on the ground. Every movement revealed a suppressed calmness.
He stood up, his gaze like a torch, staring directly at Lin Mo.
"Hand over the USB flash drive with the research results." His voice carried no emotion, sounding like an unquestionable command.
He stared fixedly at Lin Mo. Such technology could give Yanhuang Awakening a massive advantage on the international stage.
This wasn't just his own will.
The aura of the Dongfang Team members behind him instantly changed. Several sharp gazes locked onto Lin Mo simultaneously. A few of them shifted their footsteps, faintly forming a pincer movement around Liu Zheng and the others.
It wasn't just him staring at Lin Mo; the rest of the Dongfang Team were doing the same.
A few had even faintly surrounded Liu Zheng and his group.
The atmosphere was incredibly tense.
But even Liu Zheng hadn't expected Lin Mo to snatch the USB flash drive containing the research results.
Lin Mo, however, turned a blind eye to the surrounding pressure. He weighed the USB flash drive in his hand and looked back at Dongfang Shuye instead.
"Do you truly understand what this thing means?"
Dongfang Shuye held out his hand, his posture unchanged. "It means that the Ability Users of our Yanhuang Awakening can be sustained, our ranks can grow stronger, and we will no longer be passive internationally."
Every word he spoke was sonorous and forceful, filled with a sense of righteous duty.
Hearing this, Lin Mo laughed.
"Beautifully said."
The laughter was very light, yet like a needle, it precisely punctured the solemn and majestic atmosphere of the scene.
Lin Mo reined in his smile and said unhurriedly:
"This technology strips abilities from others and transfers them to someone else, but obviously, it doesn't just target the dead?"
Without waiting for Dongfang Shuye to answer, his finger suddenly pointed to Ning Qingcheng, who was standing silently to the side.
Then, Lin Mo pointed at Ning Qingcheng.
"The reality is that her ability might be transferred to someone else."
Lin Mo's voice wasn't loud, but every word pierced the heart.
Seeing this, Old Bai hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over:
"Lin Mo, calm down! Any technology carries the risk of being abused, but isn't the existence of our Yanhuang Awakening meant to supervise and correct all of this? You need to trust the organization!"
"Trust?"
Lin Mo's gaze bypassed Old Bai and finally landed on Liu Zheng's face, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"What do you think? If this technology truly spreads throughout the world, what will happen to those ordinary people who awaken?
And what will happen to the descendants of prominent families who cannot awaken?"
Lin Mo looked at Dongfang Shuye. "I heard that you're a scion of a prominent family. Has everyone in your family awakened an ability?
If your own uncle wanted you to arrange a good ability for him, would you do it?"
Lin Mo walked over to Ning Qingcheng's side.
"What if the one he wants is Ning Qingcheng's ability?"
These three consecutive questions left Dongfang Shuye's lips moving, yet unable to utter a single word.
Lin Mo surveyed all the members of the Dongfang Team, the curve of his lips growing colder.
"Or perhaps, if a leader with a higher rank than you feels that you are getting old and should retire, and asks you to contribute your abilities to pave the way for their nephews and nieces... would you be willing?"
Everyone fell silent. There was no other reason than the fact that they actually had something to lose.
Seeing no one answer, Lin Mo let out a cold laugh.
"What, not willing anymore? Not willing to be decent about it?"
His voice suddenly turned freezing cold, as biting as a Siberian cold current.
"You all have families, don't you? When you're out and about, bumps and scrapes are always inevitable. If you don't want to be decent about it, there will always be someone willing to help you be decent."
As soon as these words came out, the air seemed to freeze.
Since the founding of the nation, pornography, gambling, and drugs have been strictly prohibited. Besides those, human trafficking and organ trading are equally strictly banned.
Why?
Because exploitation is a very real thing.
The famous outlaw Zhang San once said:
Your life belongs to you, yet it doesn't belong to you.
Your health belongs to you, yet it doesn't belong to you.
If they completely belonged to you, a terrifying thing would happen—it would lead to the unbridled exploitation of the weak by the strong.
Man is born free, but is everywhere in chains.
This was the reason why Lin Mo intercepted this research result and stopped it from being brought into this world.
It was nothing more than to prevent such a thing from happening.

close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"

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