The group walked through the spacious underground hall. The surrounding staff cast curious glances their way, whispering to each other but not daring to discuss them aloud.
Just as they passed by Wen Tonghai, the old man suddenly paused, turned his head, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear.
"You've got some skills, kid."
Lin Mo grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.
"Of course, old man. I'm an ally of justice, after all."
This baffling exchange left a few sharp-eared people nearby stunned.
With those words, Lin Mo followed Long Tianqi into the distance.
Wen Tonghai stood where he was, watching Lin Mo's retreating back. An incomprehensible gleam flashed through his cloudy old eyes.
Following behind Lin Mo, Dongfang Shuye's head was full of question marks.
What was up with Elder Wen? Hadn't he wanted to skin Lin Mo alive the last time they met? Why the sudden change of heart today?
He quickened his pace, moved closer to Lin Mo, and lowered his voice.
"Elder Wen..."
"It's obvious," Lin Mo said without looking back, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather. "He admires me, but I can't say the same for him."
Without standing on ceremony, Lin Mo followed Long Tianqi into the office. Acting as if he had no bones, he sank directly into the guest sofa.
Long Tianqi closed the door behind her, cutting off all outside sights and sounds. When she turned around, her heroic face was covered in frost.
"Are you crazy? You didn't even give a heads-up before coming, just swaggering in like that?"
Her voice was kept low, but her anger was like boiling water. "What do you think Yanhuang Awakening is? A wet market?! Do you know how many pairs of eyes out there are just waiting to eat you alive?!"
Lin Mo leaned back on the sofa, hands resting behind his head. Hearing this, he merely lifted his eyelids lazily.
"Oh? So you mean to tell me they'd actually dare to make a move on me right here in the Yanhuang Awakening Headquarters?"
"Why wouldn't they!"
Long Tianqi's chest heaved, infuriated by his lackadaisical attitude. "When pushed into a corner, some people will do anything! You have no idea how many people want you dead right now!"
"Pfft."
Lin Mo couldn't hold back a laugh.
He sat up a bit straighter, his pitch-black eyes startlingly bright under the lights. Looking at Long Tianqi, he enunciated every word with nonchalance.
"Then tell me who wants me dead, and I'll just kill them first."
Those words were arrogant to the very bone.
Long Tianqi was momentarily speechless, not knowing how to retort. Finally, she let out a heavy breath, walked behind her desk, sat down, pulled a women's cigarette from its pack, and lit it.
Pale smoke curled upward, blurring her expression.
"Alright, tell me your purpose for coming here."
Long Tianqi knew Lin Mo wasn't the type to sit still; he definitely had something important to do by coming to the headquarters.
The smile on Lin Mo's face deepened. He extended a finger, pointing neither at Long Tianqi nor himself, but rather at the office door that had just been closed.
"It's simple. I'm here to help you catch a mole."
He spoke slowly, his tone as certain as if he were stating an established fact. "The next person to knock on that door is the most deeply hidden ghost within Yanhuang Awakening."
As his voice faded, the office plunged into a momentary dead silence.
Long Tianqi's fingers, holding the cigarette, froze in mid-air.
Even Dongfang Shuye, who had been standing quietly to the side like empty air, suddenly snapped his head up, his gaze glued to the door.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
Three moderate knocks sounded, but at this moment, they felt like three heavy sledgehammers smashing ruthlessly against Long Tianqi's heart.
"Director."
A steady male voice came from outside the door.
Long Tianqi's pupils violently contracted. Her gaze darted back from the door like lightning, locking onto Lin Mo!
Dongfang Shuye's breathing hitched.
It was him?
How could it be him?!
Lin Mo simply raised his index finger to his lips in a shushing gesture, a mischievous, spectacle-watching glint in his eyes.
Long Tianqi took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the stormy waves in her heart, and her voice returned to its usual steadiness.
"Come in."
The door was pushed open, and Minister Xu, dressed in a sharp suit and leather shoes, walked in holding a report.
"The inventory of the Chai family's assets has been completely finalized. Everything has been absorbed into Yanhuang Awakening's logistical resources, and dedicated personnel will review it."
Having finished his report, Xu Wendong seemed to just notice Lin Mo on the sofa. He showed a perfectly measured look of surprise before smiling warmly and taking the initiative to greet him.
"Ah, it's Consultant Lin. Hello, I am Xu Wendong, Minister of the Strategic Department for Yanhuang Awakening."
Lin Mo didn't move, remaining sunken in the sofa. He merely lifted his head and looked Xu Wendong up and down with an examining gaze before speaking unhurriedly.
"Hello, Minister Xu. I heard that when I first arrived in Tianjing, you warned the others early on not to provoke me."
These words carried profound implications.
The smile on Xu Wendong's face didn't falter in the slightest.
"You flatter me, Consultant Lin. I simply felt that Yanhuang Awakening and Consultant Lin share the same goals. There was no need for internal friction. Giving them a heads-up to restrain themselves was beneficial for everyone."
His response was watertight, perfectly clarifying his stance while maintaining his demeanor.
However, in Lin Mo's eyes.
This Xu Wendong was darker than anyone from the Chai family.
As black as ink.
Because of this, Lin Mo was highly interested in the man.
He was itching to perform a soul search on him right then and there, but he looked past Xu Wendong, locking eyes with Long Tianqi behind him.
This could be considered an internal matter for Yanhuang Awakening.
At that moment, Lin Mo pulled a SIM card from his pocket and tossed it onto the desk.
"I killed that outcast from the Zhuge family and found this SIM card on him. I tried dialing the only number saved on it, but there was no sound on the other end. Can you trace it?"
Dongfang Shuye frowned and picked up the card.
"I should be able to. I'll go check right now."
With that, Dongfang Shuye took the card and left the office.
Long Tianqi closed the report in her hands.
"Minister Xu, I'll discuss the details of the Chai family's assets with you later. Right now, Lin Mo and I have more important matters to discuss."
Xu Wendong smiled, nodded, and turned to leave without any hesitation.
However, as he closed the office door, the smile in Xu Wendong's eyes faded significantly.
He still didn't reveal anything overtly suspicious, merely walking back toward his own office.
Back inside, Long Tianqi couldn't help but speak first. "Are you sure?"
"If I told you this guy is the blackest soul I've ever seen, darker than pitch black, what would you think?"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
