The Awakening of Yanhuang Slapped in the Face

The moment Lin Mo stepped into this building, his divine sense had already swept through every corner.

This thing, rather than being called a bomb, was more like a crude joke.

Therefore, the bomb deliberately hidden under the bed was as conspicuous as a searchlight in the dark night to his perception.

It had absolutely no technical sophistication; it was just a time bomb wrapped in a thick layer of special insulating composite material.

The craftsmanship was rough, but its purpose was very clear: to isolate the perception of transcendents.

No wonder Long Tianqi failed to detect it.

Although this thing wasn't aimed at her, it was likely meant to hide from Lin Mo's perception.

However, Lin Mo's perception was nothing like what they imagined.

The bright red numbers on the timer were impressively set for three in the morning.

A murder aimed at Lin Mo.

As for its power?

Lin Mo weighed it in his hand, estimating it in his mind.

Without at least a hundred pounds of TNT, it would probably struggle to even tickle him.

His Golden Core physique was no longer something mundane weapons could shake.

At this moment, the internal structure of this bomb had been completely sealed by his spiritual energy. Let alone detonating, even if it were taken to be melted down and reforged, it would just be a lump of scrap iron.

Meanwhile, Long Tianqi looked somewhat embarrassed.

This is indeed our oversight. Even I didn't notice it.

She scratched her hair in a bit of frustration. As the highest echelon of Yanhuang Awakening, having such a thing happen on her own turf was simply a monumental humiliation.

The most important part was that she hadn't even discovered it.

Although this yield of explosives would have no effect on her either, it was still very embarrassing.

Here.

Lin Mo casually tossed the bomb to Long Tianqi, like throwing an unwanted brick.

Long Tianqi subconsciously caught it. Her hands sank under the weight, and her heart sank along with it.

Lin Mo's tone was flat, as if speaking of a trivial matter.

I'll leave it to Director Long to investigate. If you can't find anything within a day, then I'll use my own methods to look into it.

These words were not just a slap in the face; they were practically rubbing Yanhuang Awakening's face on the ground.

Yet, unfortunately, she had no way to refute it.

She knew that at this moment, any excuses or guarantees would be pale and powerless, only making her look more ridiculous.

She took a business card from her pocket and placed it on the bed, keeping her posture very low.

This time was indeed our negligence. This is my private contact information. If you need anything in the future, you can come directly to me. Within the limits allowed by the rules, I personally and Yanhuang Awakening will both be your backing.

Lin Mo didn't take it. His gaze swept over the simply designed business card and fell back onto Long Tianqi's somewhat awkward face.

Yanhuang Awakening cannot be my backing, but it was already good enough that Director Long could block the attacks of so many aristocratic families for me earlier.

His tone shifted, carrying a hint of playfulness.

Of course, if Director Long finds any aristocratic family an eyesore and wants to beat them into shape, I wouldn't mind doing it on your behalf.

After speaking, he stopped looking at Long Tianqi, turned around, and minded his own business unpacking his suitcase, methodically taking out his clothes piece by piece and hanging them in the wardrobe.

This appearance made it seem like he didn't care at all about the fact that someone wanted to make a move against him.

But did he really not care?

Long Tianqi left, holding a bomb in her hands. This incident had already slapped her hard in the face as the Director-General of Yanhuang Awakening.

Mainly, she actually failed to discover that there was such a bomb right under the mattress beneath her, and she had even sat there waiting for Lin Mo to arrive.

Although she was confident this bomb would have no effect on her, it was still too humiliating.

Therefore, before she had even completely left this training base, the personnel of Yanhuang Awakening had already swiftly entered the premises to begin their investigation.

Meanwhile, Lin Mo merely snapped his fingers, and the entire building's network, electrical circuits, and all electronic devices were invaded and taken over by him.

Relying on others was never as good as relying on oneself.

The skills given to him by the system naturally could exert their proper effects.

At this very moment.

In the restroom on the 17th floor.

The buzzing sound from the vent was like some monotonous noise, making one feel agitated.

A cleaning lady locked the door of a cubicle, the metal latch making a clicking sound.

She leaned against the cold door panel and swiped open her phone screen with her fingertip.

The light from the screen reflected on her sallow face. The message was as brief as an order.

The matter is exposed. Take the pill.

No greeting, no comfort, only a few cold words.

She closed her eyes, her mind flashing with her son's pale face and the pungent smell of disinfectant in the hospital.

That person had promised that as long as she accomplished this task, her son's surgery fees would be covered.

Even if she failed, as long as she disappeared, the money would still be given, and her family would also receive a sum sufficient to keep them well-fed and clothed for the rest of their lives.

The lady fumbled in her pocket, her fingertips touching that smooth capsule.

It's painless, just like falling asleep, that person had smiled gently at the time.

Its deep blue shell gleamed with a bizarre light under the pale lights of the restroom.

She hesitated no more.

Without even drinking water, she simply tilted her head back and swallowed the pill that represented her family's future.

In this way, everything at home would be settled.

She slumped on the toilet, waiting for that promised peaceful sleep.

One second.

Two seconds.

No drowsiness.

Instead, her chest felt as if it had been violently pierced by a red-hot iron needle.

Agonizing pain!

It was not painless at all!

No! You... lied to me!

That sharp agony instantly exploded, turning into countless fiery snakes that frantically darted along her blood vessels. Every inch of her muscles was spasming and tearing.

Her throat felt as if it had been filled with boiling lead, rendering her unable to let out even a single scream.

She desperately clawed at the cubicle door panel, her nails leaving several pale marks on it.

That gentle face now twisted into a devil in her mind.

She didn't know whether that promise regarding her family would also be an utter lie, just like this painless method of death.

In the final moments of her consciousness, she saw her own wide-staring eyes in the reflection of the smooth door panel, filled with nothing but endless regret and fear.

It was hard to tell whether the regret was for taking this poison, or for trusting the wrong person.

At this moment, in a small alley near the East Fourth Ring Road in Tianjing.

A man snapped a fingernail-sized chip into several pieces and shoved it, along with a mobile phone, deep into a pile of garbage.

He walked out of the alley and merged into the crowd, like a drop of water blending into the ocean, leaving no trace behind.

Over ten minutes later, he pushed open the door to a coffee shop, the welcoming bell jingling.

He ordered at the counter and then sat at a long table facing outside the cafe. His movements were smooth and natural, as if he were just an ordinary office worker taking a break from a busy day.

However, he didn't take a single sip of that latte as it went from piping hot to lukewarm.

Half an hour later, an ordinarily dressed man pushed the door open, casually placed an order, and then sat down next to him.

The two men exchanged no eye contact; both quietly watched the heavy traffic outside the window.