Directly Binding People

Compared to all this, Dongfang Shuye actually cared more about his cousin.

After disappearing for so many years, it turned out he had been locked in a basement.

This basement was quite similar to the one at the Ning family's place in Pengcheng, except it was built next to a fireplace in a lounge.

Lin Mo didn't go down. Instead, he sat on the sofa in the lounge, eating the fruit placed on the table.

Director Long didn't go down to the basement either, merely watching Lin Mo quietly.

Lin Mo felt a bit self-conscious being stared at like that.

Uh... Director Long, don't you need to go keep an eye on things?

No need. The people I brought were personally trained by me. But if you're worried, you can go take a look for me.

Hmm? Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.

Long Tianqi's words had a hidden meaning. Did she know he had the Ancestral Dragon buff?

But since she said so, he might as well go take a look.

The Ancestral Dragon buff had a minor flaw: his divine sense couldn't detect black or red auras. He still had to see them with his own eyes.

So, Lin Mo walked from the lounge toward the main hall.

Inside the hall, the chilling, murderous atmosphere had mostly dissipated, replaced by a bustling scene.

Agents of Yanhuang Awakening moved back and forth, skillfully processing the scene.

Some carefully carried away the corpse of the Chai family head, terrified of dirtying their uniforms.

Others wrapped the severed remains of Chai Jianshe, whom Lin Mo had sliced in two, in special materials, disinfecting the area while they were at it.

The air was thick with the mixed scent of blood and disinfectant, occasionally interspersed with low murmurs of conversation.

The most important item was that crate of Super Soldier Serum.

Lin Mo had already warned Long Tianqi that this crate contained beast medicine; as for how to handle it, it was up to them to decide.

This stuff was quite expensive to produce and couldn't be mass-produced just yet.

Originally, Chai Jianshe's idea was to report this serum so that the Chai family could at least retain some foundation.

By playing the villain and taking all the blame, the Chai family might have survived unscathed.

But he underestimated Lin Mo's decisive ruthlessness.

An inexplicable, rapid-fire sequence of fatal strikes left the Chai family with no chance to even bring these matters up.

Sigh, this Lin Mo killed so many people, yet the Director didn't even raise a hand. The Chai family died for nothing.

An agent muttered a complaint, though his hands never stopped working.

A colleague next to him shot him a glance and lowered his voice even further:

Died for nothing, sure, but the Chai family was the funding source for our technical logistics. Now that they've been wiped out, what are we going to do?

Another agent joined the conversation, a trace of hidden worry in his tone.

Heh, without the Chai family, you think no one else will provide funding? Yanhuang Awakening isn't a private company. Besides, the Chai family is the Chai family, and technical logistics is technical logistics. They are two different things.

Several people were recording the corpses while cleaning up. They gave off a strong vibe of exhaustion from the daily grind.

Lin Mo stood off to the side, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. These agents all possessed a faint red aura.

As expected of the people Long Tianqi had trained herself; they all had a sense of justice.

However, his gaze suddenly froze. An agent pushing a cart, who was in the middle of loading that crate of beast medicine onto a vehicle, drew his complete attention.

You! Wait a minute!

Lin Mo's voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to carry a certain magic, instantly piercing through all the noise in the hall.

Every agent's movements halted at that moment, their eyes snapping in unison to Lin Mo.

As for Lin Mo, they all knew he was a consultant for Yanhuang Awakening. In reality, he was just an external contractor.

Before arriving, they had received instructions from Director Long not to get into any conflicts with him.

After arriving at the Chai family estate, they also gained a very clear understanding: Lin Mo was like a great demon lord.

Unrestrained slaughter. Even if the opponents were evil, and even if Yanhuang Awakening had the right to execute on the spot.

But killing like this, wasn't it a bit crazy? Or rather, excessive.

Therefore, at this moment, everyone felt a degree of fear toward Lin Mo.

The singled-out agent stiffened. He carefully turned around, forcing a somewhat rigid smile as he faced Lin Mo:

Consultant Lin, what are your orders?

He felt a chill in his heart, not understanding how he had drawn the attention of this god of death.

Lin Mo didn't respond. He simply frowned and shifted his gaze to two agents nearby who were dealing with the bodies.

His tone was completely flat, as if speaking of a trivial matter: Tie this man up.

As soon as these words were spoken, the scene fell deathly silent.

Everyone, including the pointed-out agent, had confusion and bewilderment written all over their faces.

Tie him up? Tie who up? Tie up one of their own? What was the meaning of this?

Consultant Lin, this... one of the agents started to ask, but was abruptly cut off by Lin Mo's next words.

If you don't tie him up, I will kill him myself. Lin Mo's eyes were calm, his tone indifferent, devoid of any obvious threat, yet it sent a chilling wave straight to the hearts of all the agents present.

They knew Lin Mo wasn't joking.

It was an emotionless statement, as if he were merely stating an objective fact, a fact sufficient to determine a person's life and death.

This was exactly why Director Long had warned them beforehand.

The targeted agent's face turned deathly pale. He could feel an invisible pressure enveloping him; it was the shadow of death.

He wanted to defend himself, but his throat felt restricted, unable to produce a single sound. The surrounding agents exchanged glances. They were highly trained members of Yanhuang Awakening; loyalty and discipline were in their nature.

However, the situation before them exceeded the scope of all their training.

A consultant, right in front of them, wanted to execute one of their own? This was utterly absurd! Yet Lin Mo's sheer determination forced them to believe him.

The way he had just dealt with the Chai family was still fresh in their minds.

Consultant Lin, please... please give me a reason... a senior agent spoke up with difficulty, attempting to seek an explanation.

Tie him up, and you will know the reason. If I have to make a move, I won't bother explaining.

Lin Mo had already raised his hand.

Everyone immediately sensed things going south. Some went to find Long Tianqi, while others stepped forward proactively.

In that case, let's tie him up first. I believe Consultant Lin wouldn't act recklessly without reason.

Saying so, they pulled out power-restricting binding straps and tied up the man Lin Mo had singled out.

Lin Mo's gaze continued to search, but in the next second, Long Tianqi walked out.

Seeing the tied-up agent, she didn't have much of a reaction.

It's him?

Yeah, it's him.

Although they didn't know what kind of riddle Long Tianqi and Lin Mo were playing at, they all knew that this singled-out agent was going to stay tied up.

Afterwards, Lin Mo looked around some more and had another two people tied up.

Whenever Lin Mo spoke, Long Tianqi would have her people tie up the designated individual.

Regarding this unconditional trust, although the others were confused and puzzled, they didn't intervene. After all, if Director Long trusted Lin Mo, she naturally had her reasons.

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