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

On the top floor of the World Society, in the chairman's office.

Feng Zhenghao leaned back in the wide leather chair, his fingers slowly scrolling the mouse wheel.

The dim light from the monitor screen reflected on the lenses of his gold-rimmed glasses, freezing the moment Lin Mo unleashed that hand chop.

He has watched the high-definition surveillance video of the lobby five times.

"Old Lu, when you were having tea with me back then, you said that it might be a bit difficult to personally win over this young man..."

Feng Zhenghao muttered to himself, his brows gradually furrowing into a knot, "Now it seems that you are probably too confident in yourself."

The surveillance cameras are top-of-the-line equipment that Tianxiahui ordered from overseas at great expense, and the frame rate is extremely high.

Even though Feng Zhenghao slowed the playback speed down to one-sixteenth, Lin Mo's figure in the picture was still blurry. The process of starting the attack and finishing the strike left only a streak of white-gold light.

There were no complicated techniques, nor any outward display of power.

It was just a matter of lifting up, lowering down, and then Jia Zhengyu was gone.

But what sent chills down Feng Zhenghao's spine was not the terrifying speed.

He pulled the progress bar back, and the screen stopped at the moment when Lin Mo stretched out two fingers and casually pinched the dragon-pecking cone.

The Jia family village's methods of manipulating objects are notoriously difficult to deal with in the world of supernatural beings, especially these lethal magical artifacts that have been nurtured by their own true qi for decades since childhood.

Its material is so tough and its energy so profound that ordinary masters would avoid it.

As one of the Ten Elders, Lu Jin could naturally destroy these three Dragon-Piercing Cones.

But can Lao Lu, like Lin Mo, simply rub a lethal magical weapon into a pile of metal dust with two fingers without even changing his expression?

Feng Zhenghao pushed up his glasses and gave himself the answer: It's difficult.

This absolute control over power, and that domineering and irrational true qi, is not the kind of foundation one should have at this age.

"Knock knock".

There was a gentle knock on the office door, and the secretary walked in, holding a folder in her hand, her head bowed respectfully.

"President, the scene on the first floor has been cleaned up. Master Jia's... body has been placed in the cold storage as you instructed. However, the follow-up negotiations..."

Feng Zhenghao gathered his thoughts, turned off the computer monitor, and resumed his authoritative tone.

"Go and inform the people of Jiajia Village in the west, and have them send someone in charge to Tianjin to pick up the people."

The secretary hesitated for a moment, then cautiously asked, "Chairman, should we be a little more tactful in our wording for Mr. Lin? Jiajia Village is known for protecting their own; if things get out of hand..."

"What's there to hide?"

Feng Zhenghao waved his hand, picked up the teacup on the table, and said, “Tell them exactly what Jia Zhengyu said: first he tried to kill the people from Na Du Tong, then he tried to attack my daughter, and then he even tried to kill the Lu family’s daughter.”

"As a bodyguard for the Lu family, Mr. Lin stepped in to protect his master. There will be surveillance and witnesses throughout the world."

The secretary swallowed hard and responded in a low voice.

Feng Zhenghao took a sip of tea, a meaningful smile playing on his lips: "The Jia family is in the wrong, we're not in the wrong. If they're being unreasonable, then let them think clearly about whether they're looking for the Tianxia Society, the Lu family, or Lin Mo."

"On the surface, we only do one thing for Mr. Lin." Feng Zhenghao put down his teacup and tapped his fingers twice on the table. "Maintain good relations. As long as he's still willing to talk about money, things will be easy."

The secretary was startled; none of these three parties were easy to deal with, especially the last one.

He bowed his head, accepted the order, and quickly retreated.

At this moment, in the luxurious lounge corridor on the top floor of the World Society.

The thick carpet absorbed the sound of footsteps, and the atmosphere in the corridor was eerily quiet.

Feng Shayan, Feng Xingtong, and Lu Linglong, who had just come out of Feng Zhenghao's office, were still in a daze.

Although some time had passed, the charred image of the two halves was imprinted on their minds like a branding iron, lingering there.

Feng Xingtong walked on the far side, occasionally glancing out of the corner of her eye at Lin Mo, who had his hands in his pockets and was leisurely looking at the paintings hanging in the corridor.

This man, who just looked like a god of war descending upon the world, is now examining whether the frame of the oil painting on the wall is made of pure gold.

"Um... Brother Lin."

Feng Xingtong finally couldn't contain her curiosity any longer, leaned forward, swallowed hard, and asked, "I really can't help but ask, what kind of technique did you use just now?"

"Is it a palm technique? A sword technique? Or some kind of Qi-based weapon?"

Feng Shayan also slowed down her pace, her ears perking up slightly.

Lin Mo stopped and turned to look at Feng Xingtong, his expression quite serious: "A hand chop."

Feng Xingtong was taken aback: "Just... a hand chop?"

"Yes." Lin Mo raised his right hand and gestured. "The kind we used to play around with when we were kids, except I practiced a little more diligently. When you get strong enough, you can even use a tree branch as a knife."

Feng Xingtong's lips twitched: "Brother Lin, you call splitting someone in half a little bit of diligence?"

Feng Shayan raised an eyebrow slightly and tentatively asked, "Is this technique something your sect taught you?"

Lin Mo shrugged nonchalantly: "I just figured it out myself, I'm not affiliated with any particular school or organization."

These four words were spoken very softly, but Feng Xingtong was still stunned by the impact.

He grew up in the World Society and was exposed to a lot of common knowledge about the world of supernatural beings.

The more advanced the technique, the more emphasis is placed on its inheritance.

How could such an outrageously powerful move have been created in isolation?

"Brother Lin, isn't your self-learning ability a bit too much?" Feng Xingtong finally managed to squeeze out a sentence after a long while.

Lin Mo waved his hand: "Don't praise me too much, it might affect my pricing. Young Master Feng, if you like the experience, you can consider getting a monthly 'beating' pass, guaranteed to teach you everything."

Feng Xingtong immediately shut up.

Lu Linglong was still feeling a bit heavy-hearted, but these words stirred things up, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes at him: "You really can't stand not talking about money."

Lin Mo thought about it for a moment and felt it made sense: "This is an occupational hazard, it needs to be treated."

Watching the two bicker like usual, Feng Shayan stood aside, feeling a little relieved.

She took a deep breath, turned to look at Lu Linglong, her tone filled with guilt and solemnity.

"Linglong, I need to apologize for what happened today." Feng Shayan lowered her head slightly. "It was our Tianxia Society that failed us, allowing that blind fool to infiltrate and almost hurt you."

Lu Linglong was chewing gum she'd taken from the coffee table, and waved her hand dismissively: "Oh, Sister Shayan, why are you being so polite?"

"In our circle, no one gets injured when they fight. If I run into a mentally unstable lunatic, I guess I'm just unlucky."

Feng Shayan gave a wry smile: "You can't say that. If something happens to you on our Tianxiahui's territory, my dad will be embarrassed to face Old Master Lu."

"It's really nothing!" Lu Linglong casually went over and hugged Feng Shayan's arm, then raised her chin and patted Lin Mo's shoulder naturally.

"Besides, with this guy around, who can touch a hair on my head?"

Lu Linglong's eyes revealed a pride she herself didn't even realize. She gave a light snort, "Although this bodyguard is obsessed with money, he's really ruthless when it comes to getting things done for money."

Lin Mo chimed in at the opportune moment, casually pulling out his phone and waving it around.

"Boss, since you're so aware of this, what happened just now was an emergency protection measure in a high-risk situation, and it's not covered by the basic salary."

"If you had a good experience, please give me a 'scare remedy' red envelope."

Lu Linglong's smile froze, and she clenched her fist: "Do you have to ruin the atmosphere at a time like this? Go back and let Grandpa handle it for you!"

"Sure, just remember to use the expedited process." Lin Mo said casually.

"Furthermore," Lin Mo turned his head and added slowly, "I suggest adding a prerequisite to the concept of security."

Lu Linglong was taken aback: "What prerequisite?"

"During working hours".

Lu Linglong completely lost her temper and turned away in anger, ignoring him.

As Feng Shayan watched the two of them interact, a strange sense of envy flashed in her eyes.

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