230: Chapter 230 The Mystery of Mo Yu's Identity

The third underground floor of the base.

This was the core information processing center of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion.

The walls on both sides of the corridor were made entirely of high-strength sound-absorbing material.

Densely packed surveillance cameras were installed on the ceiling.

Lin Fan stood in front of a thick metal door.

Qin Feng stepped forward and entered a long string of complex commands on the password keypad beside the door.

The metal door emitted a faint electronic beep and slid open to the left.

Lin Fan walked into the room.

Mo Yu was sitting behind a large desk.

In front of him were three high-performance psionic computers.

A massive amount of data and images scrolled across the screens.

Mo Yu's fingers tapped rapidly on the virtual keyboard.

Hearing the door open, Mo Yu stopped what he was doing.

He stood up and bowed slightly to Lin Fan.

"Boss."

Mo Yu's voice was as calm as ever, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

Lin Fan walked over to the sofa opposite the desk and sat down.

He gestured to the seat opposite, signaling for Mo Yu to sit down as well.

Qin Feng tactfully exited the room and locked the metal door from the outside.

Only Lin Fan and Mo Yu remained in the room.

Lin Fan did not speak immediately.

He leaned back on the sofa, quietly observing Mo Yu.

Mo Yu was wearing a plain gray shirt.

His appearance was very generic, the type you would never be able to pick out if thrown into a crowd.

But Lin Fan knew that this seemingly ordinary assistant was definitely not simple.

"Sit down, no need to be so restrained."

Lin Fan gestured toward the tea set in front of him.

Mo Yu sat down as instructed and skillfully began to boil water, rinse the tea, and brew it.

His movements were fluid and natural, without a single wasted motion.

Lin Fan took the teacup Mo Yu handed him.

"Any recent movements from the Zhao Family?"

Lin Fan asked casually.

Mo Yu took out a printed document and handed it to Lin Fan.

"The Zhao Family is currently in a state of total withdrawal."

"Zhao Haokun has ordered all entrances and exits to the family compound to be sealed."

"Their peripheral industries are being continuously swallowed up by the Su Family and our Myriad Treasures Pavilion."

"The Zhao Family's capital chain has snapped, and they are currently selling off some hidden assets to maintain the operation of the family's formation."

Mo Yu's report was very concise and clear.

Lin Fan flipped through the document in his hand.

The content was very detailed, even including records of several Zhao Family elders privately transferring property.

Lin Fan closed the document and tossed it onto the coffee table.

"This intelligence report is very detailed."

Lin Fan looked into Mo Yu's eyes.

"Detailed to the point that I suspect you even installed surveillance in Zhao Haokun's bedroom."

Mo Yu's expression did not change.

"This is my duty as an intelligence officer."

Mo Yu replied calmly.

Lin Fan chuckled.

He put down his teacup and leaned forward slightly.

"Mo Yu, let's stop beating around the bush."

"Who exactly are you?"

Lin Fan's gaze instantly turned sharp.

The Eye of True Sight quietly activated in the depths of Lin Fan's pupils.

A faint light, imperceptible to ordinary people, swept across Mo Yu's body.

Lin Fan was observing Mo Yu's true qi flow and heartbeat frequency.

Mo Yu met Lin Fan's gaze without flinching.

"I am the Chief Intelligence Assistant of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion."

Mo Yu replied flawlessly.

Lin Fan shook his head.

"That identity might fool others, but it can't fool me."

Lin Fan held up a finger.

"First, when the South Suburb Base was raided by the Zhao Family previously."

"It was you who deliberately leaked the information about the defense system's maintenance to the Zhao Family."

"Although that was a trap I set, you cooperated too perfectly."

"Perfect to the point that you weren't afraid I would kill you afterward."

Lin Fan held up a second finger.

"Second, that night in the warehouse, when I was live-packaging The Wind and Thunder Duo."

"You were watching from the side."

"An ordinary intelligence officer, seeing such a terrifying scene that defies common sense..."

"...would definitely experience violent fluctuations in heartbeat and breathing."

"But you didn't."

"You were as calm as if you were watching an ordinary movie."

Lin Fan withdrew his finger and leaned back on the sofa again.

"Third, the intelligence network you are providing now far exceeds the limits of what a business assistant could master."

"Many of the data interfaces you access contain traces of underlying code from the military and certain special departments."

Lin Fan stared at Mo Yu.

"Are you going to keep pretending?"

Mo Yu was silent.

He looked at the teacup in front of him, which had stopped steaming.

Mo Yu knew that Lin Fan's observation skills were extremely keen.

Continuing to cover up made no sense and would only destroy the fragile trust between them.

Mo Yu took a deep breath.

He looked up and met Lin Fan's gaze directly.

"The boss's insight is indeed amazing."

"I admit, I do have other identities."

Mo Yu's voice lowered slightly.

Lin Fan didn't interrupt him, waiting for what he had to say next.

"The reason I cooperated with you to set up the Zhao Family is because the Zhao Family crossed the line."

Mo Yu gave an answer that surprised Lin Fan a little.

"Crossed the line?"

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow.

"The Zhao Family monopolizing the low-end market and suppressing competitors—this kind of commercial crossing of the line shouldn't be enough for someone of your status to personally get involved."

Mo Yu shook his head.

"It's not a commercial crossing of the line."

Mo Yu took an encrypted hard drive from the desk drawer.

He connected the hard drive to the holographic projector on the desk.

A blue light screen unfolded between the two.

The light screen displayed several blurry photos and a pile of complex capital flow charts.

"Over the past six months, the Zhao Family has secretly purchased a large amount of prohibited materials."

"These materials include high-purity Void Crystals, Abyss creature bone powder, and some special agents used for mind control."

Mo Yu pointed to the data on the light screen.

"These things are strictly prohibited from being traded in China."

"Moreover, the Zhao Family has been in contact with some people who cannot see the light of day."

Mo Yu looked at Lin Fan and uttered two words.

"Abyss."

Lin Fan's brows furrowed slightly.

When he was at the Tianjiao Camp, he had come into contact with infiltrators from the Abyss Cult.

Those lunatics worshipped alien gods and attempted to disintegrate humanity's defensive lines from within.

Lin Fan didn't expect that the Zhao Family, one of the four major families in Kyoto, would actually have ties to the Abyss Cult.

"You mean the Zhao Family has already defected to the Abyss Cult?"

Lin Fan asked.

"There is currently no conclusive evidence that the entire Zhao Family has defected."

Mo Yu switched the photo.

The photo showed a blurry figure in a black robe walking into the back door of the Zhao Family compound.

"But some high-level members of the Zhao Family have certainly reached some kind of deal with the Abyss Cult."

"My task is to keep a close eye on the Zhao Family, follow the trail, and find the Abyss Cult's hidden stronghold in Kyoto."

Mo Yu turned off the holographic projection.

Lin Fan looked at Mo Yu.

"So, the organization behind you is specifically responsible for dealing with the Abyss Cult?"

Lin Fan tried to probe Mo Yu's background.

Mo Yu shook his head.

"Boss, my identity is top secret."

"The time is not yet right; I cannot reveal too much."

"I can only say that our goals are consistent at this stage."

"You want to swallow up the Zhao Family and build the commercial empire of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion."

"I need to dig out the tumor of the Abyss Cult through the Zhao Family."

"There is no fundamental conflict of interest between us."

Mo Yu's tone was very sincere.

Lin Fan confirmed through the Eye of True Sight that when Mo Yu said this, his heartbeat was stable and his true qi was circulating normally.

Lin Fan judged that Mo Yu was not lying.

Lin Fan stood up and walked to the desk.

"Okay, I'll believe you for now."

Lin Fan rested his hands on the desktop, looking down at Mo Yu.

"You can continue to stay in the Myriad Treasures Pavilion and use my resources to investigate what you want to investigate."

"In exchange, you must share all intelligence regarding the Zhao Family and the Abyss Cult with me without reservation."

"If necessary, the Myriad Treasures Pavilion can provide you with armed support."

Lin Fan offered his conditions.

Mo Yu nodded without hesitation.

"Deal."

The relationship between the two underwent a subtle shift at this moment.

From initial mutual testing and surveillance, it shifted into a semi-alliance based on common interests.

Mo Yu stood up and prepared to see Lin Fan out.

When they reached the door, Mo Yu suddenly stopped.

"Boss, there is one thing I must remind you of."

Mo Yu's expression became very serious.

"Although the Zhao Family is currently beaten into retreat by you..."

"...the big fish behind them may have already targeted you."

Mo Yu lowered his voice.

"The Abyss Cult stops at nothing."

"You ruined their plans several times in Jianghai City and the Tianjiao Camp before."

"They are very likely to launch an assassination operation against you soon."

"Moreover, the assassins they send will definitely not be at the level of The Wind and Thunder Duo."

Lin Fan listened to Mo Yu's warning.

Not only did he not show any fear on his face, but a cold smile curled on his lips.

"Big fish?"

Lin Fan straightened his collar.

"I, Lin Fan, open my doors for business, and what I like most are big customers."

"If they dare to come, I dare to make them all into blind boxes."

Lin Fan pushed open the metal door and strode out.

Mo Yu watched Lin Fan's retreating back.

He knew that Lin Fan was not bragging.

This man who treated Grandmasters as raw materials was himself a more terrifying existence than the Abyss.

...

The campus of Kyoto University returned to its former calm.

The early autumn sun shone on the wide, tree-lined avenue.

Students were carrying books, shuttling between the teaching buildings.

Several days had passed since that field exercise that caused such a sensation.

The Zhao Family's influence in Kyoto had been greatly weakened by the Myriad Treasures Pavilion.

Zhao Wujing and other Zhao Family disciples had collectively taken sick leave and disappeared from campus.

Lin Fan was wearing a simple white shirt.

He walked into the No. 3 lecture hall with a stack of handouts in his hand.

The classroom, which could only accommodate 300 people, was now packed with nearly 500 students.

Even the aisles and windowsills were packed with people.

Seeing Lin Fan walk onto the podium, the originally noisy classroom instantly fell silent.

All the students' eyes were fixed on Lin Fan.

Their eyes were filled with awe for the strong and a desire for blind boxes.

Lin Fan tossed the handouts onto the podium casually.

He turned on the holographic projection equipment behind him.

"Good morning, students."

Lin Fan's voice spread throughout the classroom through the amplifier.

"In today's 'Battlefield Resource Studies', we won't talk about theory."

Lin Fan operated the control panel a few times.

A battle video, shaking violently, appeared on the holographic projection.

The background of the recording was a dark red wasteland.

The sky was obscured by thick volcanic ash.

A team of five human martial artists was being frantically hunted down by a group of alien creatures with four arms.

The alien creatures' weapons flashed with a dark green, poisonous gleam.

The human team fought and retreated, appearing extremely desperate.

The video had no sound, but the atmosphere of despair was transmitted to every student through the screen.

The classroom was silent.

The students held their breath, watching the tragic battle on the screen.

In the footage, a human martial artist was pierced through the chest by an alien's poison spear while trying to cover his teammates.

His body turned into a pool of black water within seconds.

Lin Fan pressed the pause button.

The image froze at the moment the martial artist died.

Lin Fan picked up the laser pointer and pointed at the alien creature on the screen.

"This is a common creature in the fourth defense zone of the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, the Four-Armed Poison Ape."

Lin Fan's gaze swept over the students in the front row.

"Why do you think this human team was wiped out?"

A boy sitting in the first row stood up.

"Instructor Lin, it's because their strength was insufficient, and there was no Grandmaster Level Expert leading the team."

The boy answered loudly.

Lin Fan shook his head.

"Wrong."

Lin Fan used the laser pointer to circle the tactical backpacks on the waists of the human team.