"Why make it so formal?"
Lin Mo sat in the back, with Dongfang Shuye in front of him.
"It's not like I didn't know you were here. You could really consider studying at Huaqing University."
With Lin Mo around, Tianjing had indeed become much more stable recently. Those troublemakers had quieted down considerably.
After all, the name Lin Mo now had a legendary effect among the elite families of Tianjing—capable of stopping a crying child at night just by mentioning it.
The wealthy young masters didn’t dare to go out recklessly.
Some were too scared to leave their homes; others were literally grounded.
"Forget it. If I stayed here, even if people haven’t done anything wrong, they’d still worry about me. Because I’m like a sword hanging over their heads—no one knows when it might fall."
Lin Mo muttered, then chuckled.
Apart from the committee families within Yanhuang Juexing, there were also other elite circles.
For them, Lin Mo’s existence was indeed a troublesome one.
Dongfang Shuye understood this perfectly.
Because of Lin Mo’s uniqueness, no one actively tried to flatter him. They had no idea if they might accidentally provoke him and end up having their entire clan wiped out.
That simply wasn’t worth it.
"Alright, tell me—what did you want to see me about?"
"We’ve confirmed the identities of the group planning to attack the gold vaults. It’s a stateless, nongovernmental private military organization—on the surface, they don’t swear allegiance to any country."
"And beneath the surface?"
"Beneath the surface... we don’t know. Not certain, either. All we know is that they’ve been stealing gold from countries around the world, and they’ve had plenty of success. For example, the New Gold Mountain in Old America—home to the world’s largest gold reserve—has had nearly seventy tons stolen from it."
One ton equaled a million grams.
So seventy tons was seventy million grams.
Converted into cash, at that time, gold was about 280 per gram.
That came to just under 20 billion.
But that was only a portion of the gold they’d intercepted.
"So, what’s the name of this organization that’s so impressive?"
Lin Mo glanced out the window and asked casually.
"It’s called Diamond Dogs. A very unusual organization. No one even knows who’s in charge."
An organization with such an unremarkable name, yet capable of doing what ordinary forces and organizations couldn’t.
That showed this group was no simple matter.
Lin Mo looked at his phone—a reply from Teacher Bai—then couldn’t help asking again, "So, where are you taking me?"
"Back to the base. Director Long is making task assignments. I think that with you around, they’ll feel more at ease."
Lin Mo: "Huh?"
Why would them being around me make them feel safer?
As if guessing Lin Mo’s confusion, Dongfang Shuye took the initiative to explain, "Don’t sell yourself short. You have a very good reputation among the operatives of Yanhuang Juexing."
"Oh, really? When Qin Suishou came out of that black box, everyone wished I’d drop dead right in front of them."
Dongfang Shuye fell silent for a moment, then could only say, "Because you’re strong, so of course they feel at ease."
"Ha, I knew it. So if I don’t show up, they won’t give it their all?"
Lin Mo was quite annoyed by these fair-weather, follow-the-crowd types.
Sure, people tended to be herd-minded, but if they were operatives of Yanhuang Juexing, couldn’t they have some independent judgment?
The car drove straight into the factory complex.
Lin Mo took the elevator down again.
This was his third visit, and each time he ended up on the floor where Long Tianqi was.
There weren’t many people around, but this time they entered a meeting room.
The meeting room was filled with quite a few people, but not a single one spoke. They were all waiting for Lin Mo.
When Lin Mo arrived, his gaze swept over the crowd, and he gave a slight nod.
They all looked back at him.
Long Tianqi stood at the head of the table and began, "I won’t introduce him—I trust you all know who he is."
With that, she turned to Lin Mo, as if asking, What do you think of these people?
These were all carefully selected combat professionals she had picked—none from elite family backgrounds.
This way, the risk of leaks could be minimized to the greatest extent.
And they were all skilled hands.
However, Lin Mo scanned the room once more without saying anything.
Long Tianqi went straight to the point: "This mission needs to be kept classified. The target is the National Gold Vault Security Center, but the timing is uncertain. If..."
Before she could finish speaking, Lin Mo interrupted directly.
"It’s not just the National Gold Vault Security Center. You also have the gold vaults at major branches. Their targets aren’t limited to one location."
Although Dongfang Shuye had passed Zhuge Chen’s information to Long Tianqi, that didn’t mean the group wouldn’t change their plans.
At the very least, Lin Mo had used his divine sense to hear them discuss starting with other gold vaults first, even in other cities.
After all, every city’s bank had its own vault—just with different quantities.
But the danger level in Tianjing was clearly higher.
Long Tianqi frowned even deeper at this.
"Then we might need to change locations."
The headquarters were still too far from the major vaults. By the time they rushed over, it would be too late.
So they had to redraw the plan.
Dongfang Shuye couldn’t help leaning in to ask, "So, is this plan really feasible?"
To avoid alarming the enemy, Long Tianqi had also brought in operatives from other places.
They were considered elites from various cities.
Long Tianqi had wanted Lin Mo here to help identify any potential moles, reducing the chance of leaks.
But Lin Mo shook his head. "I don’t know if the plan works or not, but it definitely won’t work without me."
If he wanted to act, Lin Mo could have already done so. He was only waiting for the mastermind behind the scenes to show up.
Fishing through the minds of low-level minions was useless anyway.
Just then, in the group Lin Mo was monitoring with his divine sense, they suddenly started moving.
Everyone was packing up—this wasn’t a move, but a preparation to head out.
Right now, in the basement.
Zhuge Chen fed the drawn blueprints into the furnace, one by one. Each was a map of different routes, and that was more than one location’s worth.
As Lin Mo had expected, they had planned many routes—which ones would be used, which wouldn’t, wasn’t up to him.
After burning those things, Zhuge Chen grabbed his belongings and sat down on the living room sofa.
The others were also packing.
But Zhuge Chen wouldn’t be joining the operation.
He only handled planning and coordination.
It had been agreed upon when he joined the team.
And so, he would part ways with these people.
"Zhuge Chen, don’t wander too far. If something goes wrong, we won’t be able to protect you." The muscular woman glanced at him with an ambiguous tone.
"No need for your protection. I have my own hiding places."
"Is that so? But big sister could use a hiding place. How about staying with her?"
"You’re not worthy."
After saying that, Zhuge Chen picked up his things and left directly.
Only the muscular woman was left behind, with a resigned expression.

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