Warning Against Eating Beef

The half-bowl of rice noodles left in the bowl instantly lost all its flavor.

"Virgin," "loner," "if something happens to him, no one will investigate."

These words were like poisoned steel needles piercing into his ears.

Lin Mo slowly put down his chopsticks, picked up a napkin from the table, and unhurriedly wiped his mouth.

He raised his eyes, his gaze crossing the bustling crowd on the street to land on Brother Hu, who was walking back with a flushed face.

His eyes no longer held a trace of the relaxed amusement of a spectator; all that remained was bone-chilling coldness.

Some trash is simply unrecyclable.

"Are you full? There's a lot left," Tong Dong couldn't help but say.

This voice pulled Lin Mo back from his icy emotions.

He glanced at the considerable amount of meat and vegetables left on the table, then looked at Tong Dong's concerned face.

This quickly snapped the somewhat displeased Lin Mo out of it.

"Not full."

Lin Mo spat out these two words concisely and picked up his chopsticks again.

Only this time, he had no interest in savoring the food. The chopsticks in his hands seemed to become mere feeding tools, mechanically picking up food, putting it into his mouth, chewing, and swallowing.

The whole process was astonishingly fast.

Like a whirlwind scattering the last clouds.

In less than ten minutes, the roasted pork and braised goose intestines on the table were swept clean, and even the broth in the rice noodles was drunk dry.

Tong Dong watched from the side, dumbfounded; he hadn't expected Lin Mo to be able to eat so much.

Lin Mo put down his bowl, wiped his hands with a napkin, and stood up.

"Let's go, back to the science museum."

Following that, Lin Mo stood up.

When passing Brother Hu's table, the three were huddled together talking about some dirty jokes. They glanced at them and continued to laugh uproariously without a care, not taking these two young men seriously at all.

On this turf of Dongguan City, they were the local emperors; no one dared to provoke them.

"Is it because of those three guys just now?"

It wasn't until the two walked out of the restaurant, isolating themselves from the noise inside, that Tong Dong finally couldn't hold back. He took two quick steps to catch up with Lin Mo and pressed a hand on his shoulder.

Tong Dong felt that since Lin Mo was so capable and often helped him, he must be a person who hates evil like an enemy.

"You absolutely must not be impulsive,"

He looked up, his eyes full of unconcealable worry. "They look exactly like local thugs and rascals; there's no need for us to get into a conflict with them."

Lin Mo nodded. He hadn't expected Tong Dong to see through it, but it made sense; after all, Tong Dong was quite smart.

He nodded, his tone flat: "Relax, I'm not stupid."

Hearing this guarantee, Tong Dong breathed a sigh of relief and let go of his hand.

Lin Mo didn't say any more, but he already had a plan in mind.

As he walked, he unhurriedly took out his phone, his thumb tapping rapidly on the screen, and sent a message to Liu Zheng.

He recounted the situation he had just encountered.

At this moment, in an office dozens of kilometers away,

Liu Zheng was holding a freshly brewed cup of Longjing tea, preparing to enjoy a moment of peace.

His phone buzzed with a vibration.

When he clearly saw the message, Liu Zheng's hand jerked violently. Scalding hot tea splashed onto the back of his hand, but he was completely oblivious to it.

He only felt a chill shoot straight up from his tailbone to the crown of his head, his scalp instantly exploding with numbness!

It's over!

Which blind fool had provoked this master again!

Putting it nicely, this was an enthusiastic citizen making a report.

Putting it bluntly, this was a ruthless warning.

Honestly, who didn't know about this kind of thing, especially with Dongguan City's notorious reputation.

But what to do, and how it should be done.

It definitely wasn't something someone of Liu Zheng's level could handle.

Therefore, Liu Zheng directly forwarded the message to Chen Lai, the acting branch chief of the Yanhuang Awakening in Yangcheng.

Liu Zheng's fingers tapped rapidly on the phone screen, and then he pressed the send button.

The next second, the phone on Chen Lai's desk lit up with a ding.

This sound was particularly jarring in the quiet room.

Chen Lai's eyelid twitched. He raised his head, moving his gaze from his own phone screen to Liu Zheng's face beneath his bucket hat, his brows knitting into a knot.

"No, Liu Zheng, what the hell do you mean by this?"

"We two grown men are sitting face to face, and you send me a text message?"

Before he even finished speaking, Chen Lai slammed his palm onto the desk, shaking the pens in the pen holder.

He wasn't truly angry, just amused out of exasperation by this redundant behavior.

Liu Zheng wore a somewhat innocent expression, even carrying a matter-of-fact calmness. "Director Chen, it's to leave a record. Just in case we need to review it later."

Afraid of taking the blame, so keeping a record—nothing wrong with that.

This kid had truly mastered the art of survival within the system.

Chen Lai glared at him and ultimately waved his hand in annoyance, grabbing his own phone.

When he clicked open the message Liu Zheng sent and saw the first few lines, the exasperated expression on his face instantly vanished.

The light from the screen reflected on his face, making his expression look increasingly grave.

Dongguan City, Dongguan City again.

How muddy the waters were in that place, how foul its reputation was—who among them in this line of work didn't know?

It was just that some things, as long as they weren't brought out into the open, could be temporarily ignored.

But what Lin Mo delivered this time was equivalent to directly tearing off that fig leaf, casually turning out the bloody, rotting flesh and forcing them to look at it.

Chen Lai's finger slowly swiped on the screen. The more he read, the heavier his heart became.

He turned off the screen and tossed the phone onto the desk, making a soft thud.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, and his entire aura changed.

"What do you think?" his voice was somewhat hoarse.

"What else is there to think? We have to handle it."

Liu Zheng's train of thought was incredibly clear.

"This matter can be big or small. On a smaller scale, it's a tumor in Dongguan City; on a larger scale, it's an issue of our reputation."

Lin Mo also had a sense of boundaries, choosing to inform them in advance.

He paused and continued his analysis: "If Lin Mo takes action, he won't care about procedural justice. The storm he stirs up then, although we could cover it up, the fact that he is willing to give us a heads-up first is already giving us immense face. In other words, this is called an internal self-inspection; the nature of it is completely different."

Chen Lai naturally understood this logic.

A person like Lin Mo always acted as he pleased, but he still had his own bottom line and sense of boundaries.

The fact that he could notify them in advance showed that he still acknowledged the Yanhuang Awakening as an official organization.

But once they failed to act, then next time, Lin Mo might just directly enforce justice on behalf of heaven.

When that time came, where would the Yanhuang Awakening put its face?

Furthermore, should they arrest him or not? Who would go arrest him? Who dared to offend Lin Mo? Weren't they afraid of having their abilities extracted by Perfected Beixuan?

"Phew..." Chen Lai exhaled a long breath of stale air, as if wanting to expel all the frustration in his chest along with it.

He made up his mind. "I will report directly to Director Long. For a matter of this level, we must let Director Long communicate with the disciplinary inspection side, and we will coordinate the operation."

"That's the only way." Liu Zheng nodded. "I just don't know if Lin Mo is willing to wait for us to go through this set of procedures."

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Zheng's phone screen lit up again.

He looked down, and the expression on his face instantly became incredibly colorful, looking as if a three-day constipation had suddenly cleared up, only to be immediately blocked again.

He raised his head, looked at Chen Lai with a helpless expression, and waved his phone.

"Director Chen, there is no need to wait anymore."

"Lin Mo says he wants an answer before tonight."

"Damn it!"

An angry curse echoed through the office.