All Are Abandoned Pawns

Wen Di immediately understood Lin Mo's meaning. He quickly turned around and went to the rack filled with newspapers and magazines at the storefront to search.

Soon, he returned holding several old newspapers from different dates and spread them out on the table.

"It's messaging, using newspapers to pass messages."

He pointed to an inconspicuous classified ad section in the corner of the newspaper.

"We use missing person notices or commercial statements to communicate. For example, this 'Looking for beloved dog Xiaobai', the lost location and breed characteristics mentioned inside translate into contact instructions, but this method isn't used often."

Wen Di then pointed at the coffee shop. "Most of the task receiving and dispatching is done through customers. One customer leaves something behind, and the next customer takes it away."

Ancient, primitive, and inefficient.

But for a bunch of rats living in the gutter, it was safe enough.

Lin Mo's fingers stopped tapping.

"Then you are also an abandoned pawn," he stated.

This time, Wen Di couldn't even be bothered to force a bitter smile. He nodded indifferently, his face showing complete numbness and resignation.

"Yeah, in our line of work, who isn't? Being discovered is only a matter of time. I expected this day would come."

However, Lin Mo suddenly smiled.

He turned his head, his gaze falling on Dongfang Shuye next to him, with a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

"Under the very nose of Yanhuang Awakening, something like this could actually grow?"

Dongfang Shuye's expression turned somewhat ugly, his brows knitting into a knot.

This wasn't just a slap in the face; it was simply rubbing Yanhuang Awakening's face on the ground.

In the crucial stronghold of Tianjing, an organization he had never heard of had emerged. If this got out, many people would probably just think that the members of Yanhuang Awakening were nothing but useless gluttons.

"I don't know. I've never heard of them. Someone must have deliberately hidden it..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was like someone who had been electrocuted. He abruptly turned his head and stared fixedly at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo shrugged. "Hey, don't look at me. You guessed it yourself, I didn't say anything."

Dongfang Shuye ground his back teeth audibly.

The matter obviously couldn't just end like this.

This guy named Wen Di seemed cooperative, but deep down, he was a stubborn rascal.

When this kind of person speaks, nine parts are true and one part is false. The most fatal part is often that one false part.

Lin Mo couldn't be bothered to waste any more time with him.

Wen Di's pupils suddenly shrank, and his muscles instantly tensed. A surge of power was about to erupt from his body, but it was lightly pressed back by a palm.

That hand seemed to weigh tens of thousands of pounds, firmly pinning him to the chair, unable to move.

Lin Mo looked down at him, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

"A lot of what you said is very authentic, but alas, I just don't believe you."

Soul Searching!

He was too lazy to play psychological games. Direct, efficient, and getting it done in one step.

As for whether Wen Di would turn into a drooling idiot in the future, that wasn't a problem he needed to consider.

Lin Mo's actions were very rough. His divine sense was like a sharp knife, stabbing directly into the depths of Wen Di's memories.

As expected, this guy told a lot of truths, but there were also things he didn't say. Not only were there secret codes and channels to contact that mysterious organization, but he himself was quite a big fish.

Subjecting him to Soul Searching was not unjust at all.

However, Dongfang Shuye, who was watching from the side, felt his eyelids twitch. He could sense an invisible fluctuation, and Wen Di's eyes were rapidly becoming hollow and unfocused.

"You are..."

"Flipping through his memories is faster than interrogating."

Lin Mo retracted his hand, his tone as plain as if he were commenting on the good weather today. "The side effect is that the contents of his brain will turn to mush, and he'll be a fool from now on. However, I got everything I wanted."

Dongfang Shuye frowned even deeper. "Then why didn't you use it from the beginning?"

Lin Mo looked at him with the gaze of observing a rare animal, then shrugged.

"Just going through the process. Besides, part of what he said earlier was true. At least it genuinely made you realize something, right? Since you're here, you might as well be the witness to the whole process."

Hearing this, Dongfang Shuye almost choked on his own breath.

So you interrogated him first just to shut me up?

Lin Mo casually pushed the now-demented Wen Di aside. The man slumped in the chair, a trail of crystal-clear drool hanging from the corner of his mouth, wearing an expression just like Patrick Star.

"Alright, leave the rest of the cleanup to Yanhuang Awakening."

Dongfang Shuye rubbed his temples, feeling a severe headache coming on.

"So what's next? Where to?"

"Tianxing Club." Lin Mo gave an address. "You know the place, right?"

Hearing this name, Dongfang Shuye's expression instantly changed to a complex look mixed with shock and apprehension.

"Tianxing Club... That's the Chai family's property! Are you saying this matter is related to the Chai family?"

Lin Mo raised a hand to interrupt him. "Not sure. We'll only know once we go take a look."

He was all about seeking truth from facts.

Of course, he couldn't rule out the possibility that this person's memory had been fabricated, but the ability to fabricate memories was likely one in a million.

With that kind of ability, there would be no need to do this sort of thing; they could just start a killing spree directly.

Lin Mo stood up and finished the coffee on the table.

He smacked his lips and clicked his tongue.

"To be honest, it's not as good as Deer Horn."

Dongfang Shuye froze for a moment. "Deer Horn? What's that?"

In this era, Ruixing Coffee didn't exist yet.

Lin Mo shook his head. "You wouldn't understand."

Tianxing Club.

A members-only club.

Publicly, it claimed to have all kinds of entertainment facilities, including bathhouses, gyms, swimming pools, buffets, and other amenities typical of a bathing center.

Its main selling point was maximizing personal privacy.

But in reality?

It was a money-squandering den for the upper-class circles.

Of course, it wasn't just a simple den of carnal desires, but rather focused on high-end services such as auctions, pharmaceutical research, physical development, and life extension.

Just from Soul Searching, Lin Mo had learned a lot of things.

The Dongfang family was also a regular customer at that place, and even... one of the shareholders.

Or rather, all the most famous families in Tianjing were involved in it.

But the management was handled by the Chai family.

Lin Mo sneered. How was this not a type of hidden sect?

The Ning family was a good example. To put it bluntly, every single one of these families definitely had some dirty secrets.

However, since they dared to make a move against him, he would let them know the price.

Getting out of the car, Dongfang Shuye tossed the car keys to the doorman.

Looking at the ordinary sedan in front of him, the doorman didn't show the slightest neglect.

He only needed to be responsible for receiving the guests at the door. As for the identities of the guests, it was not his place to comment.

Upon entering the doorway, someone would naturally step forward.

Status was not something you just claimed for yourself.

When Dongfang Shuye walked into the club, someone immediately recognized his identity and respectfully took the initiative to step forward.

"Mr. Dongfang, welcome."

Dongfang Shuye waved his hand. "Who from the Chai family is in charge here today?"

"Mr. Chai Tianrong is in charge."

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