83: Chapter 82 A family should be together, all together!

"I don't know."

Lin Mo leaned against the wall of the training room, his tone indifferent.

As for one's background, is there any transmigrator who would actually care about that?

On the other end of the communicator, Qin Lan was silent for a few seconds.

"The Alliance has checked your file."

"Your parents came from a remote branch of the Shangyang Lin family, and were expelled from the clan 19 years ago for violating family rules."

"After leaving the Lin family, they joined the Alliance as bounty hunters."

"A year later, they took on a mission and both perished."

"That was when the Alliance sent you, just one year old at the time, to an orphanage under the jurisdiction of Shimmering City."

Lin Mo didn't react.

Every word in this story sounded like he was listening to someone else's life.

After all, he only awakened his memories when he was five years old, so he didn't care about what happened before that.

"Is that all?"

"…That's it?"

"What else?"

Lin Mo casually picked up a half-drunk bottle of mineral water from the table.

"Even if that's the case, doesn't that still mean the Lin family has nothing to do with me?"

Qin Lan was not at all surprised by Lin Mo's answer.

Lin Mo's records showed that he had always been someone who clearly distinguished right from wrong.

The Lin family had nothing to do with his upbringing, so naturally, he wouldn't feel any sense of belonging.

In this regard, the Alliance won by a landslide.

"Now the Lin family has released news, saying they want you to return to the clan."

The training room was very quiet.

Lin Mo unscrewed the cap, took a swig of water, and wiped the corner of his mouth with his hand.

"They have some nerve."

"They said they want to meet you—"

"No."

"…"

"Little Qin, the Alliance can handle it however they want."

Lin Mo's voice had no fluctuation.

"Whether they kill them or chase them away, it doesn't matter."

"Don't tell me about things like this in the future."

The call disconnected.

Lin Mo threw the communicator on the table, stood up, and stretched.

He pushed open the training room door, intending to take a walk around campus.

He hadn't left in three days; his legs were almost rusting.

…

Tianfu University's main road was lined with two rows of ginkgo trees.

The late autumn leaves covered the ground in gold.

Lin Mo walked slowly, hands in his pockets, stepping on the fallen leaves.

When students on campus saw him, they either took a detour or watched him from afar.

Since the last time Lin Mo instantly wiped out hundreds of berserk monsters by himself, all the students at Tianfu University looked at him with exceptionally clear and bright eyes.

Not only did no one dare to trouble him, but some had even secretly formed a fan club…

When he reached the intersection at the library entrance, Lin Mo stopped.

The road ahead was blocked.

Seven people.

The leader was a middle-aged man in his early forties, wearing a grey brocade robe with a dark green family crest jade pendant tied around his waist.

The Lin family.

The middle-aged man's face was 30% similar to Lin Mo's.

High cheekbones, deep brow bone, but the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes hid a calculating look.

Behind him stood six people, all in grey robes, their auras restrained but profound.

Even the weakest one had fluctuations of a mid-stage Second-Turn.

When the middle-aged man saw Lin Mo, his eyes immediately turned red.

"Mo'er!"

He stepped forward quickly, his voice choked with sobs.

"I am your uncle! Your father's own brother!"

"I've been looking for you for seventeen years!!"

As he spoke, he grabbed Lin Mo's arm, tears streaming down his old face.

Passing students stopped one after another.

Lin Mo shook off the arm that had grabbed him, then looked up, eyeing them with disdain.

"Where did you crazy people come from? Don't go crazy here."

The Lin family: "…"

"Mo'er, Uncle is sorry! Back then, when your father was expelled from the family, I couldn't stop it…"

"I said get lost, you're blocking my way."

Lin Mo was becoming impatient.

The man took half a step back, wiped away his tears, and his expression quickly shifted from grief to earnestness.

"Mo'er, when your father left, he told me that you were the one he was most worried about."

"Now everyone in the Lin family knows you're in the Alliance, and the patriarch has personally issued an order to bring you back."

"You are of the Lin family's bloodline; that will never change."

He spoke with deep sincerity.

The six Grey-robed Men behind him also appropriately showed expressions of being moved.

Lin Mo stood there for a few seconds.

Then he smiled.

"What is your name?"

The middle-aged man was stunned.

"Uncle is called Lin Chongshan."

"Lin Chongshan."

Lin Mo nodded and repeated the name.

"You just said you've been looking for me for seventeen years."

"Yes! Uncle has been day and night—"

"The Alliance's orphanage registration system is public."

Lin Mo interrupted him, his tone calm.

"Name, ID number, city—anyone with an Alliance status can look it up."

"Entered the orphanage at one, I'm eighteen this year. Seventeen years."

"Have you ever checked this system?"

The expressions of the Lin family members present instantly stiffened.

Don't be funny; who would actually care about an orphan without parents?

Bringing him back would just be a waste of resources, right?

"I don't want to know why you suddenly popped up either."

Lin Mo put away his smile and tilted his head to look at him.

"I'll say it one last time: move."

"Mo'er!"

Lin Chongshan's tone shifted from earnest to serious.

"Uncle knows you have resentment in your heart, but you are ultimately of the Lin family's bloodline!"

"Whether you like it or not, this fact cannot be changed!"

"Bloodline?"

Lin Mo picked his ear.

"You guys never cared about bloodline before; don't you think it's hilarious to pretend to be so attached to it now?"

Quite a few people had already gathered around.

There were students and patrolling faculty members.

Everyone was watching this scene quietly.

Lin Chongshan's expression changed.

They were dark agents left here by the Lin family, having lived under assumed names for years just to get the chance to sneak in here.

Since they had exposed their identities this time, they couldn't afford to leave empty-handed.

He took a deep breath, the benevolence on his face mostly dissipated, and he raised his hand to press down on the surroundings.

The six Grey-robed Men behind him simultaneously released their auras, the pressure of the Second-Turn spreading outwards, forcing the watching students to retreat repeatedly.

"Outsiders have no right to interfere in Lin family affairs."

"You are a descendant of the Lin family, and Uncle has the right to take you back."

He took a step forward.

"Come with me."

His right hand reached out, his five fingers covered in a thin layer of light green mana, reaching directly for Lin Mo's shoulder.

A trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

"Family affairs?"

Lin Mo did not retreat.

"You're right, then I'll solve it myself."

Lin Mo raised his left fist.

It was just the most ordinary punch.

But this punch carried over a million points of pure power.

When the wind from the punch reached Lin Chongshan, the air was physically compressed into a transparent wall.

Hum!!

The people around only heard the air let out a fragile humming sound.

Lin Chongshan himself—directly evaporated!!

Clothes, armor, flesh, bone—the moment the fist wind touched his body, everything turned into molecular-level dust, spreading along with the wind and dissipating into the air.

Only a wisp of blue smoke remained in place.

The six Grey-robed Men froze in place.

The Lin family's high-level combatants couldn't get in, and Lin Chongshan was already the strongest among them small fries…

"Does anyone else want to take me with them?"

Lin Mo looked at them, a faint killing intent leaking out.

"I'm your second cousin! Little Mo, don't do it! I just came to see you."

The others trembled and hurriedly tried to establish a connection.

"I'm your second uncle! Little Mo!"

"I am…"

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow and said, "Are we all family?"

"Yes! Yes!"

The others' eyes lit up, thinking Lin Mo was about to be moved.

They only saw a smile curl up on Lin Mo's lips.

"Since we're family, we should be neat and tidy."