Song Yixue found out that Xu Mo was planning to rob an armored cash transport vehicle.
The live stream viewers instantly exploded.
"Is Xu Mo crazy, or are my ears malfunctioning? He's planning to rob an armored cash transport vehicle!?"
"The security guards on those armored cash transport vehicles are armed with shotguns. Robbing one is suicidal!"
"He should just stick to robbing banks. He'll get less cash, but at least he won't get shot."
"Yeah, just take what you can get from the bank. No need to get trigger happy."
"..."
Not only were the viewers confused, but Song Yixue, who was backstage monitoring the livestream, was also stunned for a moment.
Oh boy.
Because she had guessed the show's intentions.
She knew there wouldn't be too much cash reserves in the bank vaults.
Now Xu Mo was already planning to abandon robbing banks and go rob armored cash transports instead?
At this moment, Song Yixue only had one thought in her mind.
Xu Mo was being reckless!
Robbing a bank was still arguable.
At least he wouldn't get shot to death.
But you can't rob armored cash transports. The armed guards are carrying real guns, not toy ones.
One shot could be fatal.
Song Yixue could only pin her hopes on Zhou Qiaoqiao and Yang Jingxuan to talk Xu Mo out of it.
Hopefully they could persuade him to abandon this ridiculous idea of robbing armored cash transports.
However...
Things were completely different from what Song Yixue had imagined.
After Xu Mo said he wanted to rob armored cash transports,
Zhou Qiaoqiao lowered her head in thought for a moment.
Then her eyes lit up, "I think it could work! Robbing armored cash transports is way easier than robbing banks. The cash is all packaged up ready to go!"
Song Yixue: "???"
It was one thing for Xu Mo to act recklessly.
But now there was someone egging him on!?
The armed guards on those cash transports carry real guns, everyone knows that.
What was she thinking, suggesting they rob an armored cash transport?
"Now the only hope lies with Yang Jingxuan... Hopefully she can talk some sense into Xu Mo and Zhou Qiaoqiao. Stop them from this ridiculous idea.", Song Yixue thought to herself.
The next second.
Yang Jingxuan lowered her head, seeming lost in thought as she glanced at the three words Xu Mo had written on the table with water.
Then she slowly said, "Good idea. Let's rob the armored cash transport!"
Song Yixue: "???"
One or two acting reckless was one thing.
But all three of them!?
Did they not know the guards on those armored cash transports carry real guns?
The livestream viewers were also stunned by their responses.
"Are you kidding me! You believe that nonsense from Xu Mo?"
"Rob a f**king armored cash transport! Xu Mo is still human, he can't bulletproof himself!"
"In my opinion, Xu Mo is better off robbing a bank. Less cash is still cash. Robbing armored transports is suicidal!"
"Yeah, the guards on those will definitely shoot robbers. Still safer to rob a bank."
...
At this moment, everyone on the show's production team, and the viewers watching the livestream, all thought Xu Mo was being reckless.
But little did they know.
Xu Mo had no intention of targeting the armored cash transport.
He knew those guards were armed, of course.
Talking about robbing armored cash transports was just for show to the production team.
Xu Mo's real target was still the bank.
But not for cash.
He was after the gold bullion bars.
The three words he had written on the table with water were "rob gold bars".
The most valuable items in banks were gold bars.
A 1,000 kg gold bar,
though not bigger than some cell phones, was worth hundreds of thousands.
A million in cash would be cumbersome to run away with.
But a million worth of gold bars...
Could be gripped tightly in one hand.
Without impeding movement at all.
So robbing the investment gold bars from the bank was clearly much better than robbing cash!
After seeing the three words Xu Mo wrote on the table,
Zhou Qiaoqiao and Yang Jingxuan both understood this point.
And very cooperatively, they played along with Xu Mo's act for the production team.
Because they really made it seem convincing.
Plus the camera on Yang Jingxuan's collar couldn't capture the table surface.
So Song Yixue currently still believed
Xu Mo's target was the armored cash transport.
To the point she was already starting to panic.
After all, the guards on those armored cash transports carried real guns!
As the show's director, she couldn't let anything happen on her show, especially concerning the challenger's personal safety.
But just as Song Yixue was panicking like ants on a hot pan,
Xu Mo reached out and wiped the table, erasing the three words he had written.
Then he leisurely stood up and stretched.
Looking at Zhou Qiaoqiao and Yang Jingxuan, he said,
"I'm going to take a shower, want to join me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the livestream viewers couldn't help but start bashing Xu Mo.
"666666 This Xu Mo is not thinking straight. He wants company to shower?"
"He's dreaming if he thinks they'll shower with him!"
"Drunkard fantasizing about swan meat!"
"If he had even one pellet, Xu Mo wouldn't be this smashed."
"..."
Next second.
Zhou Qiaoqiao also stood up.
"Sure, let's shower together."
She even pulled on Yang Jingxuan's arm.
Yang Jingxuan: "???"
She stared wide-eyed, very puzzled as she looked at Zhou Qiaoqiao.
Showering...
Was that something that was more fun together?
Seeing Yang Jingxuan's expression, Zhou Qiaoqiao covertly pointed at where Xu Mo had written on the table with water.
At the same time, she said, "Let's go, more people more fun."
Yang Jingxuan followed Zhou Qiaoqiao's finger to look down at the table.
Although Xu Mo had already wiped away the words,
Yang Jingxuan looked at the water stains on the table.
She understood Zhou Qiaoqiao's meaning.
Nodded, "Alright, let me take off my coat first."
After speaking, she casually took off her coat and tossed it on the table nearby.
The camera lens was aimed at the ceiling.
The livestream viewers also saw a view of the ceiling.
Livestream viewers: "???"
"WTF!? Did they agree?? "
"They're really showering together!??"
"Xu Mo! I'll never forgive you for stealing my wife!"
"Hey, take the coat into the bathroom, don't leave it out here!"
"I haven't gotten on board yet! Wait until I'm on board before taking off!"
"Bro, we didn't get any footage!"
Next second, a coat covered the camera lens.
Now the livestream viewers couldn't even see the ceiling.
The livestream instantly went dark.
Soon after, the sound of water could be heard from the bathroom.
Hearing the water, the viewers were extremely anxious.
They had even started imagining indecent scenes in their minds...
But the actual situation wasn't what the viewers imagined at all.
Xu Mo and the others just wanted to avoid the cameras and discuss the feasibility and specifics of robbing gold bars.
The shower thing was merely an excuse.
Xu Mo had no plans to discuss all his plans under the camera.
After all... he knew how this show's production team operated.
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
