At this mont, within the small garden of the manor.
The Fool, forrly the commander of the Ninth Squad and now promoted to the Fourth Squad commander, respectfully handed a stack of docunts to Lu Mian.
Lu Mian casually flipped through a couple of pages. This ti, she wasn’t wearing a mask or a voice changer, and she said lightly, "Thank you for your hard work."
Since the Third Squad commander, Li Xinghan, learned about her and Director Qimo’s true identities, the organization no longer enforced the requirent to conceal their identities.
Her cold and stunning side profile made the Fourth Squad Fool’s heart tremble.
Their deputy leader is surprisingly young and beautiful!
However, on the day of the transition eting, she sparred with the leader, and she really went all out.
The Fourth Squad was sowhat dumbfounded, feeling the cold gaze from the side, the Fool’s back hairs stood on end, and he imdiately forced a foolish smile, harmless and innocent.
Their leader is also so young and powerful!
No wonder when confronting the Second Squad before, he was so ruthless.
"It’s not hard work, it’s what I should do." He replied respectfully.
While the three talked, two Mo Ying operatives, after sending Grant away, ca to report to Xiao Qimo.
The Fourth Squad Fool automatically withdrew to one side.
"Master Mo, the president of M Country and the prince of O Emperor both ca, saying they’re looking for the God of Death Leader, but they were sent away by our subordinates."
Lu Mian was going through the docunts, lazily lifted her gaze, and let out a cold laugh.
They ca really fast.
Xiao Qimo nodded, knowing who had co and their intentions.
"Well done."
The two Mo Ying operatives were greatly puzzled; seeing Master Mo’s attitude, could it be that the God of Death Leader they’re talking about is Master Mo?
Indeed, Master Mo is the coolest, even foreign presidents are eagerly trying to court and win him over.
And Master Mo just doesn’t care about them.
anwhile, the Fool’s expression beneath the mask was slightly dazed and shocked.
IEG’s global position is outstanding, and indeed many forces and organizations are eager to win them over.
But to this extent...?
Furthermore, the leader’s trip to M Country this ti is just for a seminar, right?
Would rejecting them like this affect work?
The Fool had his thoughts but didn’t dare speak them out loud.
After ntally praising their Master Mo one hundred eighty tis, the Mo Ying operatives continued to report the matter in a serious manner.
"Master Mo, they said after the seminar they’d host a dinner for the leader and arranged for many handso n and beautiful won to accompany."
"It seems they’ve prepared quite a few activities for the evening..." another person added.
These words reached Lu Mian’s ears.
Handso n and beautiful won to accompany?
Quite a few activities?
Her fingers were holding the paper firmly, and without much force, there was a ripping sound.
She tore off a corner of the paper.
Everyone’s eyes turned to her.
Lu Mian awkwardly explained, holding the paper piece between her fingers, "The paper is too thin."
Xiao Qimo slightly raised his brow, a hint of amusent coloring his eyes.
The Fourth Squad Fool stepped forward hesitantly, "This paper isn’t thin..."
The two Mo Ying also glanced and indeed it wasn’t thin; it even seed to be specialty paper.
Lu Mian looked expressionlessly at the Fool, staring at the innocent eyes beneath his mask, and smiled coldly.
"Do you like the Ninth Squad’s position so much?"
The voice was not only cold but also very decisive.
The newly promoted Fourth Squad: ...???
The position he earned by a fluke, he certainly couldn’t be demoted back because of a slip of the tongue.
The Fool promptly and ekly apologized, "I know my mistake."
Next ti he’d need to use iron plates to print docunts.
Xiao Qimo’s face was playful; he gently wrapped his large hand around Lu Mian’s slender waist, his magnetic voice low as he leaned close to her ear: "Has the milk expired? I never said I’d go to the banquet."
"Oh..."
Lu Mian’s eyes were as dark as the night; she casually crumpled the paper in her hand into a ball, tossed it, and it landed in the trash can.
She laughed coldly.
The higher-ups of M Country, she rembered them.
Thinking like this, she maintained a calm expression and glanced sidelong at Xiao Qimo, speaking very calmly.
"Whether you go or not, you decide for yourself."
Xiao Qimo chuckled softly and shook his head; since his wife said so, he absolutely couldn’t go!
Instead, the Fool thoughtfully reminded, "Might they have other motives? Perhaps it would be better to see for ourselves..."
Before he finished speaking, two pairs of eyes simultaneously fixed on him.
Xiao Qimo: If you want to die, die alone; don’t drag along! I’m the most faithful and virtuous ho-staying good husband!
Lu Mian: Hmm, it seems the Fourth Squad really likes the Ninth Squad’s position.
The Fool looked utterly confused. Why were the two great leaders so angry?
He didn’t even know which words had slipped out of his mouth again; he only knew that ever since he inherited the Fourth Squad’s position, their disastrous fate seed to have infected him too.
He quickly and wisely said, "I have other matters to attend to, I’ll take my leave first."
With that, he swiftly escaped.
The two Mo Ying also retreated back to the main gate.
Just as Feng Ting and Sikong Jian arrived there.
Sikong Jian watched the Fourth Squad Fool leave, understanding in his heart.
"It seems the God of Death Leader is indeed here. That masked man is IEG’s distinctive mark."
Feng Ting acknowledged with a nod.
The two approached Mo Ying.
"Gentlen, we’ve co to visit the God of Death Leader; may we ask if...?"
Before Sikong Jian could finish, Mo Ying asked emotionlessly, "Do you have an appointnt?"
"No."
"Sorry, the master isn’t eting guests today."
Sikong Jian thought things weren’t looking good; having been preempted by Grant and others, if they also failed to et the leader, they’d definitely be at a disadvantage this afternoon.
Just as he frowned, thinking of a solution, he suddenly caught sight of two familiar figures out of the corner of his eye.
"Mianmian? Xiao Qimo?"
Sikong Jian and Feng Ting were both quite surprised, not expecting to see the two of them in this place.
Sikong Jian and Feng Ting each greeted them.
Seeing that they knew each other and that Master Mo wasn’t showing signs of stopping them, Mo Ying let Feng Ting and the others in.
Inside the living room.
The servant served top-grade hand-ground coffee.
Xiao Qimo and Lu Mian, as if they were at ho, comfortably sat in the main seats.
This deanor made Feng Ting and the others increasingly curious.
Feng Ting asked suspiciously, "Miss Lu, didn’t you say you didn’t want to et the God of Death Leader? How co you’re here?"
"Yeah, Mianmian, why are you guys here?" Sikong Jian also asked, and the servants here seed to respect them very much.
Xiao Qimo took a sip of coffee.
"Do you guys have business here?"
"We do have sothing." Feng Ting pushed a docunt over. "My people found the composition of their type-one antidote. I originally wanted to give it to Lu Mian."
Lu Mian casually flipped a page, saying indifferently, "I’ve already got it, more detailed than yours."
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Feng Ting was even more surprised. He knew Lu Mian’s capabilities, but such a national-level classified docunt, how did she manage to get it?
However, now wasn’t the ti to dwell on this; Feng Ting was more worried about another issue.
"The most pressing issue now is that Grant and M Country’s president have already t with the God of Death Leader. I’m worried..."
"Don’t worry." Lu Mian turned her head to Feng Ting, confidently shaking her head, "They didn’t et him."
Feng Ting gave a questioning look.
"How do you know?"
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