The Law of the Jungle

In the car.

The interior of the car was so quiet that only the steady hum of the engine could be heard. Outside, the flowing lights sped backward, pulling out brilliant trails of light on the pitch-black windows.

The night scenery of Tianjing City was quite nice as well.

Dongfang Shuye's voice sounded without any fluctuation, "That guy named Billy Chen has already set off. If nothing unexpected happens, he will smoothly return to the Vampire Council in Britain."

Billy Chen.

This name crossed Lin Mo's mind.

A soul that should have dissipated was now wearing the skin of the vampire Albert, carrying a completely different mission, and embarking on a treacherous path of revenge.

After possessing a body to be reborn, I became a vampire boss.

From memory fusion to imitating speech and behavior, Yanhuang Awakening must have put in a lot of effort to cooperate.

Just like that, an undercover agent was planted.

Lin Mo was noncommittal about this; he was more concerned with another matter.

"Yes, I can sense it. I hope you guys don't just treat him as a tool."

He withdrew his gaze from the window. His tone was plain, yet it caused the temperature inside the car to drop a few degrees.

"Discarding a chess piece once it's used up is not a good habit."

Dongfang Shuye's hands on the steering wheel paused for a moment before returning to normal. "Don't worry. Billy Chen's matter is only handled by me and a few absolutely core trusted aides. After all, the Pengcheng Branch was thoroughly screened from top to bottom before, so the information won't leak. Besides, he is not a tool; he is our ally."

Ally.

That word was chosen quite carefully.

One for revenge, one for intelligence. Taking what they each needed, it could be considered a fair trade.

Mutual benefit for both parties; there was nothing bad about it.

However, no matter how firm Billy Chen's stance was, it was hard to guarantee that there were no people with ulterior motives within Yanhuang Awakening, such as the previous Ning family, and the mastermind who planted the bomb this time.

Lin Mo helping Billy Chen wasn't for some grand scheme; he just did it in passing.

Those who gather firewood for the masses must not be allowed to freeze to death in the wind and snow.

The reasoning was sound, but Billy Chen had still almost frozen to death in the snow.

So, what was wrong with casually giving him a hand, draping a coat over him, adding some fire, and letting him go burn down his enemy's camp?

Thinking of this, Lin Mo cast his gaze out the window again.

The neon-flashing night view of Tianjing City was bustling and dazzling.

But beneath this prosperity, undercurrents were still surging.

Thinking of this, Lin Mo looked out the window.

Huaxia was still heavily plagued by internal troubles and external threats.

Many people lived in a peaceful country and had no idea how dangerous the outside world was.

Lin Mo knew very well that the strong preying on the weak was the natural law of the world.

Many people thought they lived in a peaceful and prosperous era, completely unaware that outside the national borders, the most primitive law of the jungle was playing out every single day.

At the negotiation table of the international community, things were never settled by laws and reason, but by whether the fist behind you was hard enough.

If you are weak, even breathing is a mistake.

If you are strong, even if you fart, people will scramble to interpret a hundred different profound philosophical meanings from it.

Double standards were the only true currency in this world.

This was especially true in the international arena.

It was just that many people genuinely believed laws could bind everyone.

In reality, that was not the case.

For some reason, it seemed that after receiving the Ancestral Dragon buff, Lin Mo felt an extra layer of care in his heart.

The myriad of lights flashing past the car window were no longer just simple city nightscapes in his eyes, but a weighty, living human world.

The mountains and rivers of this land, the rise and fall, the honor and disgrace of this Nine Provinces, all seemed to be connected to his own pulse.

An unprecedented sense of belonging and responsibility was slowly growing from the deepest part of his heart.

"To resist foreign aggression, one must first pacify the interior."

Lin Mo muttered softly to himself, his voice so low that only he could hear it.

Some corrupt families needed to be cleaned up.

The car soon drove into a street corner and stopped steadily in front of the Forest of Silence coffee shop.

Getting out of the car, Dongfang Shuye looked up at the slightly new signboard. The neon lights outlined an artistic silhouette in the night.

He looked sideways at Lin Mo, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked directly.

"What are we doing here?"

At this time, it was close to closing time for the shop, and only a few staff members were doing the final cleaning.

Lin Mo didn't say anything; he just walked ahead and pushed the door open.

This shop didn't have a doorbell chime, but someone still noticed Lin Mo walking in.

A waiter holding a broom walked over with an apologetic look.

Seeing the newcomers, a waiter holding a broom quickly stepped forward with an apologetic expression: "Gentlemen, I'm really sorry, we are getting ready to close. If you want coffee, I'm afraid you can only get it to go."

Her words were polite, but a trace of exhaustion and awkwardness was hidden in her eyes.

Hearing this, Lin Mo's tone revealed a bit of casualness, "I'm a friend of your boss. I came to wait for him to get off work, you don't need to mind us."

The waiter froze for a moment, her hesitant expression not completely fading. She subconsciously glanced around the shop, then looked at Lin Mo, and finally asked cautiously, "Then, what is your surname, sir? I will go notify the boss."

"Don't tell him directly just yet. I want to give him a surprise."

Lin Mo's smile deepened, a playful glint flashing in his eyes. He looked around and found a seat by the window to sit down.

Dongfang Shuye sat down beside him, curiously observing the surroundings. He hadn't notified the people from Yanhuang Awakening either.

Yes, he was going to give the other party a huge surprise.

In the warehouse deep inside the coffee shop, Wen Di was checking the inventory list on the shelves.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded in his ears, and then an employee poked her head in.

"Brother Di, there's someone outside who says he's your friend."

Wen Di didn't even turn his head. With a slight flick of his wrist, he crossed an item off the list and asked, "Oh? What's his name?"

"Oh? What's his name?"

"He said he wants to give you a surprise, and you'll know when you go out." The employee's voice carried a hint of curiosity.

Hearing these words, the tip of Wen Di's pen paused on the paper.

With his back to the employee, his brows furrowed imperceptibly, and an indescribable wave of irritation surged in his heart.

This kind of deliberately mysterious tone usually meant nothing good.

He took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the irritation in his heart, before slowly turning around, squeezing out a polite smile on his face.

"Alright, go finish cleaning up the rest of the things out front, and then head straight home. I'll lock the door."

Wen Di's tone was calm, but a trace of vigilance was hidden deep in his eyes.

Hearing this, the waiter didn't think much of it, only feeling that the boss was considerate of his employees, and nodded repeatedly, "Okay, Brother Di, we're almost done anyway."

After speaking, she turned and left the warehouse, her footsteps fading away.

The warehouse door creaked shut, cutting off the sounds from outside. The smile on Wen Di's face vanished instantly, replaced by a gloomy expression.

Who was it this time? Frustrated, he threw the inventory list back onto the desk, pressing his palm against his forehead and rubbing his temples hard with his fingertips.

That guy just came over and caused trouble yesterday. Could it be trouble brought by him?

I told him a long time ago not to meet up here, how annoying.