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

Time flew by and it was past 1 a.m.

The e-sports room of Tianxiahui finally came to an end, and the screen lights went out.

Feng Xingtong yawned and said he had to run errands with his father tomorrow, so he left first. Lu Linglong also rubbed her sleepy eyes and reminded Lin Mo not to be late tomorrow.

Lin Mo stretched out a big yawn: "Don't worry, I'm never late."

Pushing open the door to his luxurious guest room, Lin Mo casually picked up his phone from the table and glanced at it.

The screen clearly showed seven missed calls from Xu Si and three missed calls from Xu San.

He also sent him a text message asking if Zhang Chulan was there.

"Why are you calling me in the middle of the night?" Lin Mo raised an eyebrow, casually flipped through his phone, and tossed it onto the bedside table.

Zhang Chulan is in the World Society, not under his bed.

Why would Na Du Tong send someone to talk to Feng Zhenghao?

Want to get something for free by having him act as a middleman?

"Who cares? If you want to do a live stream after get off work, nobody's going to listen to you unless you pay extra."

Pulling open the soft silk quilt, Lin Mo fell asleep immediately, his mind filled with thoughts of the multi-million dollar annual contract and the epic withdrawal order from the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony. He slept soundly.

The next morning, bright sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows and onto the carpet.

At 8:59:50, Lin Mo stood precisely at Lu Linglong's door.

Nine o'clock sharp.

[Ding! Successfully clocked in for work at 9:00 AM sharp!]

[Host's current work status: Paid business trip. The host has been detected to be maintaining excellent professional ethics; please keep up the good work!]

The door opened just then, and Lu Linglong, with her hair in a ponytail, yawned slightly, her expression subtly mocking, "Are you timing yourself every single day?"

Lin Mo nodded confidently: "Respecting time is respecting money."

From the corner of the corridor, the soft sound of high heels clicking on the carpet could be heard.

Feng Shayan, dressed in an extremely smart sportswear outfit, walked over, her short silver hair perfectly styled.

"Good morning, Mr. Lin, Linglong." Feng Shayan smiled.

Lu Linglong rubbed her eyes: "Good morning, Sister Sha Yan. Where's Feng Xingtong?"

"My father gave him some things to attend to," Feng Shayan explained softly. "I was just about to go to the guest room to see Zhang Chulan. Would you like to come along?"

"It's good to go and take a look." Lin Mo couldn't help but smile. "Maybe we can close a new deal early in the morning."

The three of them walked side by side into Zhang Chulan's luxurious guest room.

Feng Shayan knocked twice and then pushed the door open.

Inside the room, Zhang Chulan was sitting cross-legged on the large bed, shirtless, with his hair as messy as if struck by lightning. He was practicing his internal energy cultivation, using the old farmer's skill that Feng Baobao had taught him.

Hearing the noise, he suddenly opened his eyes and hurriedly grabbed the T-shirt next to him and pulled it over his head.

"Wow, I never would have guessed!" Feng Shayan looked at him with some surprise. "You've been practicing all night, so diligently?"

Zhang Chulan tugged at his shirt and chuckled dryly, "Sorry for the poor performance, everyone. I just put in a little effort. I feel uncomfortable if I don't practice for a day."

At this moment, his gaze inevitably fell on Lin Mo, who had just walked in.

The next moment, Zhang Chulan recalled the heart-wrenching pain caused by that thousand yuan, which was even more profound than being beaten up on the ground.

His lips moved, his face full of aggrieved expression, as if he were saying, "Shouldn't you give me a refund?"

Lin Mo met his gaze and knew exactly what he was planning.

However, once the money is in his pocket, there's no reason to return it.

He walked straight to the single sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, sat down, crossed his legs elegantly, and put on his signature business smile.

"Xiao Zhang, there's no need to get so excited when you see your creditor so early in the morning. Just a reminder, don't forget you still have nine thousand yuan left to pay."

Upon hearing the words "final payment," Zhang Chulan's eyes twitched violently.

Lin Mo ignored him and continued to offer bait: "Considering your current financial difficulties, I won't calculate the overdue interest for you."

"Whenever you want to transform into a superhuman, just come to me and sign up for a card. I can't guarantee a fifty-fold increase instantly, but a ten-fold increase is definitely guaranteed. Prices are clearly marked, and I'm honest with everyone."

Zhang Chulan's face immediately turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and he frantically changed Lin Mo's label in his mind to "an enhanced version of Zhou Bapi in the world of supernatural beings".

"Hehe, Brother Lin is joking." Zhang Chulan waved his hands repeatedly, his face full of resistance. "I'm penniless right now. Let alone nine thousand, I can't even pull out five hundred yuan."

"Regarding the final payment... let's discuss it further!"

Lu Linglong rolled her eyes dramatically: "Lin Mo, you're really obsessed with money! You'd even scam a college student out of his living expenses!"

Lin Mo looked back confidently, his expression serious: "Hey! Boss, please watch your words. This is a side business I do after get off work using my professional skills."

"How can paying for knowledge be called a scam?"

Watching the two bickering without a care in the world, Feng Shayan couldn't help but chuckle.

She really enjoyed watching Lin Mo's seemingly greedy but actually unfathomable behavior.

In contrast, Zhang Chulan, who was meticulous about every penny, gave her the feeling of being a down-to-earth, poor loser, but not exactly annoying.

After laughing, Feng Shayan composed herself and became serious: "Zhang Chulan, my father made it very clear to you last night, didn't he? He sincerely invited you to join the World Society."

Zhang Chulan paused, glancing at the two people beside him, and hesitated before asking, "Miss Feng...aren't you going to keep this from your friends?"

Feng Shayan shrugged casually and frankly: "No need. Linglong and Lin Mo aren't interested in you."

Lin Mo leaned back comfortably on the sofa, unscrewed the bottle of mineral water, took a sip, and nodded casually: "Yes, I'm only interested in paid projects."

Lu Linglong also crossed her arms and gave a nonchalant look, as if she were just joining in the fun.

There was silence in the room.

Zhang Chulan let out a long sigh, his shoulders slumped like a deflated balloon, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"President Feng's offer is indeed good... but I always feel that joining the World Society like this would be a bit unfair to Sister Bao."

Feng Shayan raised her long eyebrows, utterly puzzled: "Didn't you run away because you couldn't stand her rude behavior and had a falling out? Are you still thinking about her now?"

Lu Linglong's eyes widened as well: "Yeah, they're using you as a punching bag over there, and you want to go back and get beaten up again? You don't have some kind of masochistic fetish, do you?"

"Uh..." Zhang Chulan scratched his head, not knowing where to begin.

It's true that Feng Baobao gave him a hard time, but he knew in his heart that the girl was like a deep, unfathomable well, with pure eyes and no malice at all.

While Xu San and Xu Si were also unreliable, this feeling was truly inexplicable.

Just as Zhang Chulan was at a loss and the atmosphere in the room became awkward.

Lin Mo, who had been sitting on the sofa watching the show, suddenly stopped.

The extraordinary perception, refined through a century of pure internal energy and tempered by max-level lightning magic, instantly opened up at this moment!

He keenly noticed the unusual fluctuations coming from the floors below.

It was a pure Qi, yet without any emotional fluctuations!

It was like a rusty yet deadly iron knife, cutting straight into the World Society's many defenses!

Lin Mo put down the mineral water bottle in his hand, calmly straightened his cuffs, and a smile of interest curved his lips.

"Looks like I won't be bored today."

He stood up and slowly strolled to the floor-to-ceiling window, his deep gaze seemingly piercing through the thick glass curtain wall and the building, reaching down below.

"Xiao Zhang, it's probably a bit unnecessary for you to feel so guilty."

Lin Mo didn't turn around, his tone as relaxed as if he were talking about the weather, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

"You don't need to bother going back to find her; she's already come to you on her own."

The three people in the room were all taken aback.

Feng Shayan frowned: "What do you mean?"

Lin Mo put his hands in his pockets and looked towards the corridor with a smile.

"I mean, there's a woman with a kitchen knife who seems to have forced her way into your Tianxiahui."

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