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

Lin Mo seemed to have no idea how to write the word "full," and kept going back and forth to the food pick-up area.

Australian lobster, sea urchin, and king crab legs—the plate was empty shortly after it was placed on the table.

When I looked up again, he was back, carrying a new one.

Before long, a thick pile of shrimp shells and crab skins had formed a small mountain in front of him, making Lu Linglong's chopsticks stop in mid-air, her expression as complicated as if she were looking at some unsolved mystery.

"You...is your stomach connected to another dimension?" Lu Linglong swallowed hard, unable to hold back any longer. "This isn't a buffet anymore, you're here to buy supplies, aren't you?"

Lin Mo slowly sipped his freshly squeezed juice, his expression calm: "I told you before, those steamed buns and fried noodles were just appetizers."

Lu Linglong rolled her eyes: "Your way of whetting the appetite is so bad, even the chef would call the police."

Feng Shayan laughed so hard her shoulders trembled slightly, but she didn't stop them. After all, the reception standards of the Tianxia Society were what they were, and they couldn't let one person's appetite break down just because they ate a lot.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Feng Shayan, as the host, took the two to the private cinema on the top floor.

The lights in the theater dimmed, and the huge screen lit up.

The latest action movie opens with a series of explosions, so loud that the sofa trembles slightly from the sound system.

Holding a drink, Lu Linglong watched the villain on the screen putting on airs in front of the protagonist and couldn't help but complain, "This villain is so stupid! If it were you, you would have just slapped him and that would have been the end of it!"

Lin Mo leaned back on the sofa and yawned lazily: "That depends on the production team's budget."

"what?"

"If I slap the villain to death, what's the next hour about? The protagonist going home to sleep?"

Lin Mo analyzed seriously, "The director, screenwriter, extras, and explosion team all rely on this for their livelihood. Every industry has its difficulties, so let's be more understanding."

Lu Linglong was speechless for a long time after being choked by him.

Feng Shayan burst out laughing: "Mr. Lin's perspective on watching movies is indeed very much like that of a working-class person."

After watching the movie, the three of them went to the bowling alley to digest their food.

Lin Mo was just playing around, but with his absurd body control, he hit all ten shots in a row, making the defiant Lu Linglong question her existence.

Lu Linglong became increasingly agitated with each loss, while Lin Mo grew calmer and calmer, eventually managing to extract two thousand yuan from her as a "movement instruction fee."

After collecting the money, he turned to Feng Shayan and asked, "Miss Feng, would you like to play a couple of rounds? I can also provide personal body control coaching services, with a discount for the first order."

Feng Shayan almost laughed in exasperation at his serious expression as he tried to make money: "You really don't waste any opportunity to earn money."

"It's a professional habit." Lin Mo put his phone away, his tone natural. "Since we're already here, we can't go back empty-handed."

After all that fuss, all three of them were sweating a bit, so Feng Shayan led them to a private sauna deep inside the bathhouse.

As soon as the heavy wooden door was pushed open, a wave of heat carrying the scent of pine wood immediately rushed out.

Lin Mo went in first, sat down on the long wooden plank in the middle, leaned back, and closed his eyes to rest.

A few seconds later, the door was pushed open again.

Lu Linglong and Feng Shayan walked in wearing bathrobes.

Feeling the stuffiness in the room, the two women simultaneously untied their bathrobes and hung them on the rack.

Amidst the rustling and friction sounds, Lin Mo subconsciously opened his eyes.

Upon seeing this, his Adam's apple bobbed imperceptibly.

The two women were still wearing the same two swimsuits they had worn before.

On the left, Feng Shayan's black bikini accentuated her wild, wheat-colored skin, making her even more sexy, and fine beads of sweat clung to her beautiful abs.

On the right, Lu Linglong's pink and white one-piece swimsuit accentuated her stunning curves, and the heat made her look radiant and charming.

The two sat down on either side of him.

"Phew... This temperature is just right, I feel all the coldness in my body has gone out." Feng Shayan leaned back lazily in her chair, her legs crossed.

"Hmm...it's quite comfortable." Lu Linglong sat obediently, but her eyes kept drifting to the side, not daring to look directly at Lin Mo.

In the cramped, hot space, the atmosphere unconsciously became thick and sticky.

The faint scent of high-end shower gel emanating from the two women, mixed with the unique fragrance of a young woman, wafted into Lin Mo's nose from the steam.

With just a slight tilt of their heads, one can see glistening water droplets sliding down their fair necks into the deep curves of their hair.

This is an extremely severe test of the century-old masculine energy.

Lin Mo focused his gaze on his nose and his mind, took a deep breath, and began to silently recite his money-making mantra in his mind.

"A river-view penthouse costs fifteen million, with a five million down payment, and renovations are separate. Travel expenses for the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony can't be reduced, and if the Quanxing gang causes trouble, it'll be calculated as high-risk allowance. Other orders also need to be followed up..."

Ten minutes passed.

Twenty minutes passed.

Lu Linglong's face grew increasingly red. At first, she could pretend to drink water as if nothing was wrong, but later she could barely hold the cup steady.

She could sense that Lin Mo was sitting right next to her. Even though he hadn't done anything, his presence was ridiculously strong.

Especially when she thought about those messy, accidental encounters in the pool before, her mind started replaying them automatically, and the more she thought about it, the hotter and more panicked she became.

After nearly thirty minutes, Lu Linglong finally couldn't sit still any longer.

"Um, I'm a little dizzy from the steam!"

She jumped up, almost forgetting to grab her bathrobe, frantically grabbed a towel, and said, "I'm going out for some ice water!"

After saying that, she pushed open the door and ran away as if her tail had been stepped on.

The moment the wooden door closed, Lin Mo silently breathed a sigh of relief.

The pressure is halved.

He was just about to adjust his posture when he heard Feng Shayan's smiling voice from beside him.

"Mr. Lin's composure is even better than I imagined."

Feng Shayan rested her chin on her hand as she looked at him, her face flushed from the heat, and spoke in a slow and unhurried tone, as if she was deliberately teasing him.

Lin Mo twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a very professional fake smile: "Ms. Feng, you flatter me. In our line of work, if you lose your composure during work hours because the employer or client is too charming, you'll have your performance bonus deducted."

Feng Shayan couldn't help but laugh: "You can even bring up performance evaluations at a time like this?"

"I'm used to it," Lin Mo replied earnestly. "Money can make people sober."

Feng Shayan was amused by his serious yet nonsensical manner.

She stood up, grabbed her bathrobe and put it on, then looked back at him as she walked to the door.

"I apologize for the poor hospitality today, Mr. Lin, please don't steam it for too long."

Lin Mo nodded: "Ms. Feng, you're too kind. Your company's service was excellent. If any clients recommend us in the future, I can write a positive review."

Feng Shayan smiled, shook her head, and went out.

Soon, Lin Mo was the only one left in the sauna.

The only sound was the faint crackling of charcoal fire roasting stones in the corner, and the heat was still wafting over me.

Lin Mo wiped the sweat from his forehead and couldn't help but sigh.

"This lousy job is testing me every day with the comfortable life of capitalists."

He leaned back and glanced up at the digital clock on the wall.

The numbers on the screen jumped once and stopped at 17:00.

[Ding! Detected that the host has completed today's work shift.]

Attendance records are normal.

[Today's high-risk security actions complied with the employment contract and its appendices, and no unpaid overtime was performed. Clocking out successfully!]

In my mind, the system's emotionless, mechanical prompt rang out precisely on time.

Lin Mo's spirits lifted.

coming.

The most relaxing part of the day for working people.

[Check-in rewards are being distributed...]

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained the top-tier martial arts skill: the max-level "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms"!]

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