Cultivation Quick Transmigration: The Believer Girl is Lacking Money and Morals

"Yo—!"

Han Yue was the first to start a commotion. He sprang up from the back of the sofa, leaned close to Baili Mo, and winked at him.

"Young Master Baili, what's going on? 'So it's Miss Mo~' Tsk tsk, that address, there's a story behind it! The 2000 million transaction two days ago? Is that the pigeon blood you mentioned? The seller is such a young girl?"

He fired off a barrage of questions, his face gleaming with gossip.

Su Nanqi also walked over with a wine glass in hand, leaning lazily against the sofa armrest with a playful smile on his lips:

"Mo, this isn't like you. You usually just hand those calls from girls to your assistant. You actually answered them yourself and chatted for so long? What, was that girl's voice particularly sweet? Or... was she particularly pretty?" He winked at Baili Mo ambiguously.

Even the usually taciturn Xiao Yan raised his eyes and looked at Baili Mo. Although he did not speak, his eyes held a hint of inquiry.

Baili Mo glanced at them irritably, picked up the ice water on the table, took a sip, and then slowly said:

"You're overthinking it. It's that gem seller from last time, his name's something like Mo. The items were nice, and he... seemed pretty decent at the time, I never expected him to pull this kind of stunt."

"Which one?" Han Yue asked impatiently. "What do I need you for? To have dinner? Or do I want to ask you to help me look at the 'gem'?" His expression was meaningful.

"A bit more 'high-class' than that." Baili Mo scoffed. "He asked me if I was going to Myanmar, wanting to come along."

"Whoa!" Su Nanqi raised an eyebrow:

"That's quite a novel excuse. Myanmar is a chaotic place, what would a young girl like her go there for? Treasure hunting? It's obvious she has ulterior motives. It seems our young master Baili's charm can't even resist a seemingly 'well-behaved' young girl like this; she's trying to create an opportunity to get close to her."

His words were full of sarcasm, clearly indicating that he believed Mo Chenchen was using a pretext to get close to Baili Mo.

Han Yue nodded vigorously: "That's right! Brother Mo, you're really lucky with women! But even if a woman like that has some skills, her intentions aren't pure, so it's best to keep your distance." He looked like he was thinking of you.

Baili Mo smiled noncommittally, clearly agreeing with his friends' analysis.

He never had a good impression of women who took the initiative to approach him, and now he felt even more strongly that Mo Chenchen's first impression of him was all an act.

He casually picked up his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and called his friend: "Zhan Ting, that girl from a few days ago just called me. She might have some ulterior motives. If she contacts you, think twice."

Huo Zhanting was also in their small group, but he joined the army following his family's arrangements. He is now the commander of the Fifth Army Corps. His grandfather is a retired general, his father is the current army commander, and his mother is the head of the cultural troupe.

He was afraid that if that woman didn't get what she wanted from him, she would try to take advantage of his friend. The friend had been in the military for many years and wasn't experienced enough in this kind of thing, so he might actually get hooked.

When Huo Zhanting received a call from his friend, he thought it was something serious, but he never expected that his friend would talk about that girl.

However, the scene from two days ago unconsciously surfaced in his mind. The girl was young, dressed simply, with clear and calm eyes, without the slightest hint of flattery or greed. That unique temperament made his heart flutter slightly, and he felt a rare sense of goodwill towards her.

Who would have thought... that he's also good at scheming?

She frowned almost imperceptibly, the budding affection in her heart swaying precariously as if blown away by a gentle breeze.

He gave a faint "hmm" and didn't say anything more, just indicating that he understood.

But I never intended to keep in touch much, and now we've become even more distant.

After hanging up the phone, Baili Mo continued to joke and banter with Su Nanqi and Han Yue for a few more minutes before quickly shifting the topic to tomorrow's sea fishing plan.

They quickly forgot about the little incident with Mo Chenchen, without it causing the slightest ripple.

At the same time, Mo Chenchen, after hanging up the phone, showed no sign of disappointment or anger.

She calmly walked to the window and looked down at the dazzling lights of thousands of homes.

The rejection was expected; I was only trying it out anyway.

Since this path is blocked, let's try another one. It's true that relying on yourself is worse than relying on others.

Mo Chenchen directly booked a ticket on her mobile phone for a flight to Yangon International Airport in Myanmar that night.

The next morning, I arrived at my destination and went to the airport to exchange Myanmar Kyat. After exchanging the money, I left the airport.

Mo Chenchen hailed a taxi directly at the airport bus stop. Without saying a word, she handed over three stacks of cash and said in English, "Driver, are you in the park?"

The driver was a dark-skinned middle-aged man. When he heard where Mo Chenchen wanted to go, he looked directly at her through the rearview mirror.

After examining it for quite a while, he finally confirmed it in English.

Mo Chenchen pulled out two more stacks of cash from her bag: "Just drop me off nearby, thank you."

Seeing that Mo Chenchen still insisted, the driver shrugged, took the money, turned the steering wheel, stepped on the gas, and the car sped forward.

He assumed the young girl was also there looking for a high-paying job, and felt a little sorry for her. These college students were so easy to fool. If money were so easy to earn, why didn't they do it themselves? Why did it have to be them from abroad?

Although he felt sorry for the other person, he wouldn't say anything to warn him. If the people in the park found out, he would be in big trouble.

The journey was bumpy, and the closer we got to the park, the more rugged and difficult the roads became, and the more desolate the surrounding scenery became.

Abandoned mines and makeshift sheds are everywhere, and there are more armed patrolmen now.

Mo Chenchen told the driver to stop the car so she could drop her off and then leave.

The driver only glanced at Mo Chenchen a few times, not wanting to cause any more trouble, and soon disappeared from sight after turning the car around.

Mo Chenchen, however, took a liking to the gun the other person was holding, and felt more and more confident that there was a chance this time. If she hadn't had the time, she would never have dared to do it.

I found a secluded spot behind some rocks and waited quietly for night to fall.

At 2:30 a.m., all was quiet, and the guards began to relax.

Mo Chenchen took out a black cloak and covered herself from head to toe. She then pulled out a butcher knife from her spatial storage and, without caring about being monitored, went straight up and slit the throats of the two dozing off.

He gently laid the person down on the ground, arranging them in a reclining, sleeping position, before quickly running inside. When he saw any patrolling guards, he would slip into his spatial dimension and only come out after they had left.

After searching several rooms, they finally found the gun and ammunition storeroom. Mo Chenchen smiled and, using his spatial ability, jumped in through a window.

With a wave of his hand, he collected all the weapons inside, then took out some of the explosives, arranged them, climbed out the window, poured the gasoline stored in the space onto the container, took out a box of matches, struck one and threw it, and then quickly retreated.

Such an evil place should be completely eliminated. She remembered that in the later stages of the apocalypse, this place had become a huge cannibal base. Because it was close to China, the number of victims was unimaginable.

They are currently selling organs, and in the post-apocalyptic world, they will sell their own people to the world as food.

By the time the patrolling soldiers discovered the fire, it was too late to put it out. Mo Chenchen hid in her spatial dimension and deliberately threw bombs into crowded areas. Although staying in the apocalypse would give Mo Chenchen more resources, she didn't feel any heartache at all.

In just one night, the entire park was completely destroyed in the fire, with no survivors.

When Mo Chenchen left, she secretly entered the back seat of a local police car that had come to investigate, then entered her spatial dimension. When the car stopped, she found an opportunity to climb out of the car.