145: My name is Li Mo!

Just as Lin Yu hadn't quite figured things out,

from the shadows, a figure shot out!

Its speed was incredibly fast, accompanied by a whistling sound of cutting through the wind!

Another expert?

Lin Yu’s body, which had just relaxed, instantly tensed up again, his internal energy ready to be unleashed, preparing for another grand spectacle of "Ten Suns Blazing."

However, that figure did not attack.

When he was still seven or eight meters away from Lin Yu, he made a move that caught everyone off guard.

A perfectly executed slide-kneel, textbook-worthy.

Thump!

His knees slammed heavily onto the ground covered in gravel, and the immense inertia carried him sliding forward, finally stopping precisely in front of Lin Yu.

Then, a pair of hands tightly, firmly, clutched Lin Yu's thigh.

The entire sequence of movements was fluid, seamless, and full of practiced grace.

Lin Yu: "..."

Zhao Tianyang: "..."

Old Ghost: "..."

Above the ruins, the few remaining survivors fell into a long silence.

"My Lord! My Lord, spare my life!"

The man clutching Lin Yu's thigh wailed, snot and tears streaming down his face. His sorrowful cries were filled with the relief of surviving a catastrophe and a genuine, heartfelt fear.

"This humble one was blind and failed to recognize your greatness! This humble one deserves to die ten thousand times!"

"This humble one is just a dog by that idiot Chen Ao's side! No, I'm not even as good as a dog! I'm just a fart! You are so magnanimous, just let me go like a fart!"

The person who had arrived was Li Mo, who had been hiding for a long time.

He no longer had any of the composure of an Abyss Domain visitor, nor any of the cold cunning he displayed when plotting against Chen Ao.

He now had only one thought.

Survive.

This man before him, this monster who could effortlessly conjure ten world-destroying spells, was absolutely not an existence he could fathom.

Another thing was that people from the Abyss Domain had arrived, and he had to think for himself!

He needed to cling to a powerful figure!

More importantly, he could cling!

At this moment, he shed all the demeanor he had cultivated since arriving on Blue Star, reverting to his identity as a small-time character barely surviving in the Abyss Domain.

Lin Yu looked down at the man clutching his thigh, crying hysterically.

A hoodie, a mask, casual clothes.

It was the "extra" who had been with Chen Ao earlier.

He hadn't died, it seemed.

Lin Yu was a little surprised, but he didn't pay much attention.

Just an ant who surrendered voluntarily, whether to kill or not, depended entirely on his mood.

He was about to kick this noisy fellow away.

Behind him, however, came an uncontrollable, sharp gasp.

It was Wang Han.

Under another treatment of Redemption of Light from Lin Yu, not only did Wang Han's injuries fully recover, but his mind also became clearer.

He felt better than ever before.

The lightness in his body and mind allowed his brain, which had been numbed by successive shocks, to finally start functioning again.

Then, he witnessed this absurd scene.

A man, kneeling before his great-nephew whom he hadn't seen in many years, clutching his thigh, crying his heart out.

Wang Han instinctively found this scene a bit comical.

But when he clearly saw the man, that face, covered in terror and sweat, revealed as his mask had slipped to the side due to his wailing.

Wang Han froze completely.

His body was even stiffer than when he faced Chen Ao just now, if not more so.

That face... that face!

There's no mistake!

He would recognize him even if he turned into ash!

Li Mo!

The CEO of Qingyun Pharmaceutical!

That legendary figure who could turn the tide in Lincheng's business world with a flick of his hand!

That peerless talent who, in multiple projects, led the entire Qingyun Pharmaceutical to suppress them!

Wang Han would never forget.

Last year, for an important company project, he wanted to meet Li Mo, pulled countless strings, sent countless gifts, but in the end, couldn't even get past the door of his office.

He wanted to connect with him, but he completely ignored him.

At that time, he was quite indignant.

Tianqing Group's size was not much lower than Qingyun Pharmaceutical, and as a director of Tianqing Group, he personally went to see Li Mo, yet Li Mo showed no respect at all.

But he also truly admired Li Mo.

He had seen this fellow a long time ago.

At that time, Li Mo was full of vigor, standing on stage, facing thousands of entrepreneurs below, speaking eloquently.

He dared to openly criticize several shareholders and directors of Qingyun Pharmaceutical as "old fuddy-duddies with ossified thinking" in front of everyone.

He dared to contemptuously evaluate all local pharmaceutical companies in Lincheng as "mere chickens and dogs" when answering reporters' questions.

That deep-seated arrogance, that demeanor of looking down on all heroes under heaven, left an indelible impression on Wang Han.

It was as if he was naturally on a different level from everyone else.

He was someone who truly stood on the clouds, looking down upon all living beings.

But now... now... Wang Han's brain completely crashed.

He looked at the man kneeling on the ground, snot and tears flowing, utterly devoid of dignity.

Then he looked at his great-nephew in front of him, who had one hand in his pocket and a calm expression.

Has this world gone mad?

"You..."

Wang Han's lips trembled. He wanted to say something, but found his throat so dry he couldn't utter a complete syllable.

Lin Yu heard the movement behind him and looked back.

"Uncle Wang, are you alright?"

"I..." Wang Han pointed at Li Mo, who was still crying loudly on the ground, then pointed at Lin Yu, completely incoherent, "He... you... Li..."

"You know him?"

Lin Yu raised an eyebrow, redirecting his gaze to the "attachment" on his leg.

"Li... Li Mo?" Wang Han finally squeezed out a complete name, his voice trembling, "The CEO of Qingyun Pharmaceutical... that CEO Li?"

Li Mo, who was engrossed in crying while hugging the thigh, suddenly stiffened.

He heard Wang Han's words.

He slowly, slowly raised his head and saw Wang Han's face, filled with shock and disbelief.

Li Mo's crying stopped abruptly.

It's over.

He's been recognized.

Li Mo's crying stopped.

His face, covered in dust and tear stains, froze in mid-air, looking both comical and pathetic.

The air seemed to solidify at this moment.

Wang Han's accusation, like a needle, pierced the strange balance of the scene.

Qingyun Pharmaceutical?

CEO Li?

Lin Yu had no impression of the name, but from Wang Han's ghost-seeing expression, he could guess the person's importance.

Interesting.

A person who could be with Chen Ao, and whose presence shocked his uncle so much, was now shamelessly clutching his leg.

Wang Han's brain was still buzzing.

He stared intently at that face, trying to find any trace of disguise.

None.

Apart from extreme fear and subservience, there was nothing.

That Li Mo, who dominated the business world and was revered as a legend by countless people, that man whom he found it as difficult as ascending to heaven to meet, was truly kneeling here.

Like a dog wagging its tail, begging for mercy.

This was even more subversion Wang Han's understanding than Chen Ao being slapped away or the world-destroying thunder just now.