One person: Lu family bodyguard, who shattered Longhu Mountain with a single palm strike.

The aroma of tea wafted through the office.

"Huh? A super Inhuman?!"

The gentle smile on Feng Zhenghao's usually expressionless face froze in mid-air.

The hand holding the expensive bone china teacup also paused.

He frowned slightly, his mind quickly reviewing his decades of experience in the martial arts world.

What superhuman?

Feng Zhenghao had heard stories of the martial arts world from his elders since he was a child. He founded the World Society, became one of the Ten Elders, and his influence spread throughout the country. What strange and unorthodox methods hadn't he heard of?

When did this kind of classification system appear in the world of supernatural beings?

Seeing the bewildered and helpless reaction of this tycoon who controls a business empire worth 300 billion, Zhang Chulan, sitting opposite him, felt his heart sink to the bottom.

cold.

If even the Ten Elders haven't heard of it, then this thing must be made up on the spot!

Zhang Chulan's lips twitched twice, and a wave of heartache welled up in his eyes, which then turned into a surge of grief and indignation.

"I knew it! I knew it was just a scam to fool idiots!"

Zhang Chulan covered his face, spread his hands, and his voice revealed a sense of vulnerability from being repeatedly battered by life.

"President Feng, you have no idea! Please don't laugh at me, but your distinguished guest, Mr. Lin, swindled me out of my last thousand yuan for food on the bus!"

Feng Zhenghao put down his teacup, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "Oh? Lin Mo told you that word? Is that so?"

"you do not say!"

Zhang Chulan seemed to have finally found someone to confide in, and poured out his experiences in the car like beans.

"He solemnly told me that to become a superhuman, you need intense anger and S-cells. You have to compress your Qi into your shoulder blades, and eventually your hair will turn gold and you'll be invincible with golden flames emanating from your body!"

"President Feng, listen to this! Does this sound like human language? This is clearly a blatant rip-off of the Japanese anime 'Dragon Ball'!"

"This kind of comic setting, which would get you beaten up even if you tried to fool elementary school kids, actually intimidated me with its intimidating aura!"

"What's most infuriating is that he even made me sign an IOU for 9,000 yuan, saying it was a discounted price for paid knowledge services!"

Zhang Chulan became more and more aggrieved as he spoke, scratching his messy hair, looking like an unlucky guy who had just been swindled out of his deposit by a shady real estate agent.

Feng Zhenghao was listening attentively, but when he heard "S cells" and "hair turning gold," even with his composure, his eye couldn't help but twitch slightly.

Because he had also watched Dragon Ball.

However, Feng Zhenghao did not laugh along with Zhang Chulan, nor did he rush to draw a conclusion.

Because Lin Mo is a person who cannot be judged by common sense.

Feng Zhenghao leaned back slightly in his chair, his slender fingers tapping rhythmically on the table.

The initial blank stare was gradually replaced by deep contemplation.

He recalled Lu Jin's evaluation of Lin Mo—

One move breaks through the reversal and creates two.

What made the old man of the Lu family value him so much that he kept him by his side was, more importantly, that although Lin Mo was greedy for money, he had a clear sense of boundaries when it came to doing things for money, and he was definitely not a swindler who simply used rhetoric to deceive people.

"Little Zhang."

Feng Zhenghao suddenly spoke, his tone surprisingly serious, "Don't rush to judge whether it's true or not. Perhaps... such extraordinary people really do exist in this world?"

Zhang Chulan's complaints came to an abrupt halt.

He stood there, mouth agape, staring blankly at Feng Zhenghao, his gaze sweeping back and forth across Feng Zhenghao's face, trying to find any trace of a joke.

"No... President Feng, you're one of the Ten Elders! You're not kidding, are you?"

Feng Zhenghao looked at him calmly and said, "The world is full of wonders. Especially in the world of supernatural beings, the deeper you go, the more you will find that many things cannot be explained by common sense."

What seems impossible to ordinary people may not be impossible for extraordinary people.

"If someone else had said these words, I would probably have just taken it as a joke and wouldn't have believed a word of it, not even the punctuation."

"But if Lin Mo said it, then it's worth considering and examining."

Zhang Chulan felt that his worldview had been severely impacted.

He pictured Lin Mo's face, always sporting a businesslike smile and constantly reaching for his QR code to pay, and found it impossible to associate him with a master.

"President Feng, who exactly is this Mr. Lin?"

Zhang Chulan couldn't help but lean forward. "Isn't he the bodyguard that Miss Lu hired?"

"He is definitely a bodyguard."

Feng Zhenghao picked up his teacup and blew on the steam. "But his bodyguard is incredibly skilled. So skilled that many renowned veterans in the martial arts world have to take him seriously."

Zhang Chulan fell silent.

He recalled the oppressive, platinum aura that had suffocated him in the carriage and nodded in agreement.

"He is indeed powerful. I have never sensed that kind of aura before, not even from my grandfather..."

Speaking of this, Zhang Chulan suddenly remembered a sentence that Feng Baobao had said—

"The person in the tree is very strong; he could probably kill her with a single slap."

Now it seems it was definitely Lin Mo!

Feng Zhenghao looked at Zhang Chulan's reaction with sharp eyes, his gaze carrying the air of an elder offering guidance.

"Since you understand that the pressure he exerted on you was real and not unfounded, then regarding the fact that he charged you a thousand dollars..."

Zhang Chulan's face fell: "Don't even mention it, my heart aches just thinking about it."

"Xiao Zhang, try looking at it from a different perspective."

Feng Zhenghao looked at him with deep eyes, "Many people who want to spend money to get in touch with such unfathomable masters may not have the opportunity."

"Since he was willing to accept your money and even made you sign an IOU, there is now a cause and effect relationship between you."

"By spending this thousand yuan, you've at least made him remember you."

"This may not be a bad thing for your future."

Zhang Chulan was stunned.

He had followed his grandfather in hiding since he was a child, and his ability to read people's expressions had long been honed to perfection.

After a moment's thought, he immediately understood what Feng Zhenghao meant.

Lin Mo accepting the money signifies his willingness to complete the transaction.

A willingness to trade means that negotiation is possible!

This is indeed a high-end investment in personal connections!

The key is to know a very talented young expert!

"So, you mean my money... wasn't wasted?"

Zhang Chulan's expression was subtle, but when he thought of Lin Mo's behavior, his face fell again.

"But that Mr. Lin is too greedy for money. I can't even pay the remaining nine thousand now. Talking to him always makes me feel like I'm a wallet that can be drained dry at any moment."

Upon hearing this, Feng Zhenghao threw his head back and burst into hearty laughter.

"Xiao Zhang, you're still too young. Once you've been through more and more in society, you'll realize that people like Lin Mo are actually the easiest to get along with."

Feng Zhenghao's gaze became incredibly deep and wise. "Because he has clear boundaries and sets clear prices."

"He doesn't talk to you about vague feelings, nor does he try to morally blackmail you."

"We'll clearly explain what we can do, how much it will cost, and to what extent. The transaction will be completed on the spot, and neither party will owe the other anything."

"In this treacherous world of eccentrics, problems that can be solved with money are never real problems. What's truly frightening are those 'good people' who spout platitudes about morality and righteousness, never mentioning money, yet demanding you risk your life for them!"

Zhang Chulan felt a slight jolt in his heart.

This sounds realistic, but it makes a lot of sense.

These past few days, he's been pushed around by various forces under the guise of doing what's best for him, but he can see through the underlying schemes.

In comparison, Lin Mo's "scan the code first" approach turned out to be the safest and most reliable strategy.

"Now that you mention it, I feel like I actually made a profit after being scammed?" Zhang Chulan scratched his head and smiled wryly in agreement.

"Good that you understand." Feng Zhenghao waved his hand gently. "Alright, that's all for today."

"You just came from somewhere, and you're not feeling well. I'll have someone take you to a guest room to take a good shower and rest."

Feng Zhenghao stood up and casually added, "Don't take the Tianxia Society too seriously. Just think of it as staying at a friend's house for a few days. Sha Yan and the others are all here. You young people can get together and chat more often in the future."

"Alright, thank you for your hospitality, Chairman Feng." Zhang Chulan bowed earnestly and left with his assistant outside the door.

The office door closed gently.

Meanwhile, the e-sports room on the top floor of the Tianxiahui was bustling with activity.

Lin Mo leaned back in his gaming chair, his fingers flying across the keyboard, looking completely relaxed.

"Lin Mo! Can you please stop stealing my kill?!"

Lu Linglong, standing nearby, gritted her teeth in anger, "You're already a godlike player, and you still dare to steal it!"

Lin Mo stared at the screen, his tone natural: "This is a reasonable allocation of team resources."

Feng Xingtong added with a grin on the other side: "Sister Linglong, Brother Lin's business is called a closed loop. If you don't take the kills, you're a fool."

Feng Shayan, sitting on the sofa drinking coffee, couldn't help but smile slightly.

Upon hearing Feng Xingtong's words, Lin Mo turned and nodded earnestly: "Not bad, your comprehension has improved. I can give you a 2% discount on your next consultation fee."

Feng Xingtong's smile froze: "Brother Lin, you charge for compliments?"

"Praise is free, but advanced praise is charged."

Lu Linglong slammed her hand on the table: "Can you please turn off those pay-per-view scripts in your head?!"

Lin Mo glanced at the time and calmly replied, "Okay, shutdown service is 500 per use."

"Lin Mo, I'll fight you to the death!"

The e-sports room immediately erupted into chaos.

At the same time, in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the chairman's office.

Feng Zhenghao looked down at the bustling street scene of Tianjin, holding a cup of tea that had gone lukewarm.

Recalling his conversation with Zhang Chulan, a shrewd smile appeared on his lips.

Zhang Chulan is certainly important.

But what he was more concerned about today was Lin Mo.

A super genius who could be personally introduced by Lu Jin and intimidate Zhang Chulan, and a peerless doctor whose methods were so terrifying that he could pull Xu Xiang, who was on the verge of death, back from the brink of death.

Such a terrifying being does not need to be moved by sentimentality.

He is not afraid of the other party being greedy, but he is afraid of the other party being without desires.

The most difficult to control are those who are free from desires and ambitions. Lin Mo's money-loving and openly priced style of doing things is simply a perfect ally sent down from heaven for Feng Zhenghao, who owns a trillion-dollar empire.

What are hundreds of thousands or millions?

In critical moments, this is a lifesaver!

A deeper thought even flashed through Feng Zhenghao's mind.

If we let our daughter, Shayan, take the initiative to befriend and get to know the two of them, we can completely bind Lin Mo to the World Society's chariot...

But the thought only lasted for a moment before he cut it off himself.

Lin Mo is now Lu Linglong's personal bodyguard, and that old fox from the Lu family must be keeping a close eye on him.

If young people approach such unfathomable masters with overly strong motives, it will only backfire.

"Let nature take its course."

Feng Zhenghao downed the cold tea in his cup in one gulp. "As long as the Tianxia Society always shows sincerity, it will naturally develop and often yield unexpected results."

Night falls.

In a secluded villa arranged by the NaDuTong Company on the outskirts of Tianjin.

The atmosphere in the living room was so oppressive it felt like you could wring water out of it.

Xu San pushed up his reflective glasses, hung up the phone, and frowned deeply.

According to Feng Baobao, Zhang Chulan threw a tantrum and ran away from home.

Now, no one knows where they've gone.

Xu Si stood by the window, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his face terribly gloomy.

He looked at Feng Baobao, who was squatting on the ground not far away, silently wiping the floor with a rag.

Normally, Bao'er would be digging holes in the backyard at this time, but now she's sitting here quietly, lost in thought.

Xu Si couldn't suppress the rage in his heart.

"Damn it, how dare they do this to Bao'er."

Xu Si took out his phone, tapped the screen hard with his finger, and dialed a number.

"Hey, Lao Wang? It's me." Xu Si's tone was cold and hard, revealing an undisguised thuggishness. "Find a few brothers in the underworld to do me a favor. What's the price for dismembering a person's leg these days? No connections, just some arrogant, ignorant college student! Yes, take care of him cleanly!"

Xu San's expression changed drastically. He stepped forward, snatched the phone, and slammed the hang-up button!

"Are you out of your mind?!"

Xu San said, "We should hurry up and find a way to bring Zhang Chulan back."

Xu Si clicked his tongue: "Where did he go?"

Xu San looked at him and said, word by word, "My men have already found out that the person was taken away by the Tianxia Society."

Xu Si paused in his act of picking up a cigarette.

Feng Zhenghao's territory?

The World Society is a force of ten elders, so forcibly taking people is indeed troublesome, but bringing them back is not a problem.

"If he's with the World Society, then he's fine. Just have Bao'er apologize to Chu Lan and bring him back."

Xu Si said matter-of-factly.

"Things aren't as simple as you think." Xu San took a deep breath.

"My subordinates discovered that the Feng family has been hosting members of the Lu family these past few days. Lu Jin's beloved great-granddaughter, Lu Linglong, is currently staying in the penthouse suite at Tianxia Group."

"Lu Linglong? What's she doing in Tianjin?"

Xu Si's expression changed slightly, but he immediately frowned. "But what does this have to do with us wanting Zhang Chulan?"

Xu San gripped the briefing tightly, his voice slowed to a whisper, his gaze fixed on Xu Si's face: "The most crucial thing isn't Lu Linglong. It's... her personal bodyguard, Lin Mo, who's also with her."

"Now, they all live over there."

"What!?"

The moment I heard the name "Lin Mo".

The cigarette Xu Si was holding in his mouth suddenly trembled, and a piece of ash fell onto his trouser leg with a "plop," but he didn't even notice.

His face originally had that nonchalant, fearless, and cunning bandit-like air.

At this moment, it vanished without a trace.

He had personally witnessed Lin Mo use his extremely domineering Platinum True Qi to pull his father back from the brink of death.

They also knew the terrifying strength of the other party, who could casually take on an outsourced project and kill more than a dozen Quanxing masters like chickens!

If Zhang Chulan had this money-grubbing, monstrously powerful figure by his side...

Forcibly seizing it?

What's the difference between that and feeding the enemy kills?

Xu Si slowly sat up straight, a layer of cold sweat breaking out on his back, and his face completely changed.

……