Who on Earth Are You, Blondie

Lin Mo's divine sense spread out like an invisible net, instantly enveloping the entire building. It precisely locked onto Chen Lai, who was just getting out of his car in the parking lot.

It was time to end this farce.

Ignoring Jiang Chengshan's questions, he flexed his arm and hoisted the man right out of his chair, lifting him as easily as a baby chick.

"Let's go. It's time to wrap this up."

Before his voice even faded, Lin Mo had already carried Jiang Chengshan out of the holding cell.

Jiang Chengshan staggered from being lifted, struggling to steady himself.

"I can walk by myself... Wait, are we really just going to swagger out of here like this? Is that really okay?"

He muttered inwardly. This was a blatant prison break.

Lin Mo didn't stop walking. He simply turned his head and said in a casual tone, "I'm steady as a rock, alright."

Jiang Chengshan was instantly left speechless.

He subconsciously glanced back.

Inside the holding cell, the pretty-boy detective lay unconscious on the floor. Meanwhile, Li Hu, who had been taking a brutal beating, was also out cold but was still having his kidneys ruthlessly pummeled. He looked utterly miserable.

Hearing this, Jiang Chengshan looked at the unconscious pretty-boy detective and the heavily battered Li Hu, and couldn't help but nod in agreement.

Once they were out the door of the holding cell, Jiang Chengshan was essentially a free man again. He hastily smoothed out his wrinkled clothes and followed closely behind Lin Mo.

The two had just turned a corner when a figure blocked their path.

Secretary Ou stood with his arms crossed and his brows furrowed in a deeply accusatory stance. His gaze bypassed Lin Mo and locked sharply onto Jiang Chengshan, filled with condescending scrutiny.

"Jiang Chengshan, who let you out? Where are Li Hu and the others?"

A smile suddenly appeared on Lin Mo's face as he leisurely took a step forward.

The very next second, under Secretary Ou's astonished gaze, the sole of a shoe rapidly expanded in his vision.

Bang!

With a muffled thud, Secretary Ou was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, violently crashing open the office door behind him.

The door panels shattered, sending wood splinters flying.

The scene behind the door was completely exposed. Qin Liang was sitting on a sofa, leisurely holding a cup of hot tea.

Qin Liang frowned fiercely. Looking at Secretary Ou, who had fallen at his feet and was groaning in pain, his face instantly darkened.

He raised his head, his cold and gloomy gaze passing through the broken door frame to fixate deathly upon Lin Mo and Jiang Chengshan at the entrance.

This wasn't just a kick to Secretary Ou; it was a direct slap to his, Qin Liang's, face.

"You're courting death..."

As soon as the words left Qin Liang's mouth, a dark silhouette flashed in front of him like a ghost.

He only felt his vision blur for a split second. Then, the size-42 sole of a domestic Warrior-brand sneaker, carrying the force of a thunderbolt, planted itself squarely onto his face.

Smack!

It was crisp and loud.

The second half of Qin Liang's sentence was forcefully smacked back down his throat, swallowed into his stomach along with a mouthful of broken teeth. The immense force threw his entire body backward, flipping him completely over along with his chair. The tea set on the table shattered all over the floor with a clatter.

Lin Mo slowly retracted his foot, his eyes ice-cold.

He had harbored a long-standing grudge against this Qin Liang.

For no other reason than the fact that in his previous life, after failing to attend college, Lin Mo had joined a few others to do construction work. It just so happened to be a project spearheaded by Qin Liang.

As a result, this guy embezzled funds and accepted bribes, lining his own pockets, which led to corners being cut on the entire project until it eventually became an abandoned site.

Before they could even receive their wages, Qin Liang's crimes were exposed and he was arrested.

The money couldn't be distributed either, because all the higher-ups had been rounded up.

The construction project ground to a halt.

By the time someone else took over and restarted the project, the ones hired to work were no longer Lin Mo's group.

That sum of money, which was supposed to change his fate, just went down the drain, leaving him with absolutely nothing.

So this kick from Lin Mo wasn't for anyone else, but purely for the version of himself who had struggled bitterly in the dust during his previous life.

He looked down at Qin Liang, whose mouth and nose were spurting blood and whose eyes were unfocused, and muttered in his heart.

"This kick is to collect the wages for my brothers on the construction site back then."

Jiang Chengshan, standing at the door, was completely dumbfounded.

"This is... the mayor."

"It's fine, he won't be soon."

At this time, a group of detectives in the bureau gathered around, and some had even recognized the situation inside the office.

"You! What are you doing!" a few detectives shouted in unison as they immediately rushed over.

At this moment of high tension, a resonant voice pierced through the noisy crowd.

"Stop!"

The crowd automatically parted like Moses parting the Red Sea.

A middle-aged man wearing a formal suit with a serious expression walked in.

He didn't look at anyone, walking straight through the crowd, every step seeming to land on everyone's heartbeat.

The man walked to the very front, took out a dark red ID from his pocket, and simply flashed it in front of everyone.

"Dis... Disciplinary Inspection?"

Hiss...

A chorus of sharp intakes of breath rang out all around. The detectives who had just been filled with righteous indignation were now as silent as winter cicadas, completely unable to hide the shock in their eyes.

That ID seemed to carry an invisible coercion, making the air in the entire station feel thin.

The newcomer was none other than Chen Lai.

He put away his ID, ignored the bystanders, and walked straight up to Lin Mo, bowing slightly and keeping his posture extremely low.

Chen Lai stepped right in front of Lin Mo.

"Hello, Mr. Lin. I am Chen Lai, the current acting branch chief of Yangcheng."

His tone carried a kind of cautious reverence.

Lin Mo, of course, recognized Chen Lai, though he had only interacted with him using the identity of Daoist Master Beixuan.

He nodded. "I know you. The unlucky bastard from Pengcheng."

Hearing this title, Chen Lai's facial muscles twitched imperceptibly.

But the other party wasn't wrong; he was indeed an unlucky bastard.

Who would have thought that Dong Lingjun, that honest-looking guy with the thick eyebrows and big eyes, was actually the traitor?

Chen Lai could only squeeze out a smile that looked uglier than crying, taking it as a tacit admission.

Seeing him like this, Lin Mo couldn't be bothered to poke at his sore spot anymore. He casually pulled a memory card from his pocket and flicked his finger. The memory card drew a precise arc in the air and landed steadily in Chen Lai's hand.

"Qin Liang's criminal evidence—embezzlement, bribery, acting as a protective umbrella for underworld forces, and so on—it's all in there."

There obviously wasn't that much stuff inside, but Lin Mo believed Chen Lai could find it.

"If you can't resolve this, or if you don't want to, then I'll just have to deal with it my own way."

Lin Mo's tone was very plain, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

Chen Lai's heart suddenly tightened.

The way this person spoke felt exactly the same as that big shot from last night. Sure enough, they were cut from the same cloth.

But that made perfect sense; the guy was just that badass.

The underlying logic of this world was always like this: the strong could ruthlessly trample the weak.

So, Chen Lai nodded very seriously.

"Rest assured, Mr. Lin. We will definitely investigate this to the very end and will absolutely not tolerate any of it!"

Off to the side, Jiang Chengshan was completely dumbfounded.

Even the Disciplinary Inspection was this respectful.

Blondie, who exactly are you?!

He had never imagined that Lin Mo could reach this level.

Before, he had felt that he could easily dispose of this brat Lin Mo.

But after Lin Mo laid his cards on the table, he found this young man becoming increasingly unfathomable.

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