Chapter 112: Yang Jingxuan: What bad thing are we going to do next?

The electronic alarm clock's bell had just started ringing when the Bomb Disposal Expert turned it off: "This bell is really ominous..."

The danger has been eliminated.

Moreover, no injuries have been found so far.

Therefore, most of the officers who participated in the operation have returned to the police station.

Only a portion of the officers remain here for the aftermath.

Because the timed bomb was fake.

The officers naturally also withdrew the previously set-up cordon.

While withdrawing the cordon,

A man in white clothes approached the officer's side.

The cordon was simply too far from the bank.

The man in white didn't see clearly what the Bomb Disposal Expert held in his hand.

He still thought that was what the timed bomb looked like after being disarmed.

"Officer Uncle, I just saw... the bomb was disarmed, right?"

The officer hesitated for two seconds, but ultimately still didn't intend to tell the truth.

Instead, he told a little lie: "Yes, our Bomb Disposal Expert has already disarmed the bomb."

It's not that the officer wanted to deceive him.

Mainly, if he told this person that it was actually a fake bomb,

it might cause this person's mindset to break.

After all, being frightened into crouching on the ground, not daring to move, by someone holding a fake bomb is truly somewhat embarrassing.

"Just disarmed is fine...", the man in white breathed a sigh of relief, then said: "Officer Uncle, I want to report a situation to you—my car was also snatched by that robber! How do you usually handle such a situation? Can my car be recovered?"

The officer gave the man in white a surprised look.

He thought, good thing I didn't tell him earlier that the bomb was fake.

Being scared into crouching on the ground, not daring to move, by a fake bomb, and then having his car taken...

In such a situation, not knowing it was a fake bomb would be better.

Once he finds out, his anger might even raise his blood pressure.

After a pause, the officer replied.

"The car can definitely be recovered; leave us your phone number, then provide the license plate, and preferably show the vehicle registration—once we find the car, we'll contact you right away."

"Really can be recovered!?" the man in white's tone was full of surprise.

The officer nodded and said: "Of course."

If someone else had stolen the car, the officer wouldn't dare guarantee its recovery.

But since the car thief is Xu Mo, he can guarantee it.

Even the police might not need to go to great trouble to find the car.

Xu Mo will naturally think of a way to return the car.

The officer is so confident because not long ago, Xu Mo drove off a police car and soon returned it to the traffic police brigade...

This matter has been spreading wildly among the officers.

Although the method of returning the car was a bit underhanded.

But he did return the car after all.

He can still be considered a five-star good citizen!

……

In the car.

Yang Jingxuan was counting on her fingers.

"Extortion, flying a plane, jailbreak, robbing a bank... Xu Mo! We're getting bigger and bigger—what else are we going to do next?"

"You say that...", Xu Mo's face darkened: "It seems I really am someone utterly unforgivable."

Yang Jingxuan stuck out her tongue and whispered bb.

"Anyway, since I've known you, you haven't done a single good deed..."

Xu Mo: "……"

Damn, that makes sense!

He actually wanted to refute.

But for a moment he really couldn't find a point to refute.

Think about it carefully—since he was forced to join this show,

he really seems to have not done a single good thing.

What he's done basically consists of illegal and disorderly bad deeds.

"So... what are we going to do next? Judging by past patterns, are we going to pull off an even bigger job?" Zhou Qiaoqiao said, smiling as she stared at Xu Mo.

Xu Mo's gaze swept over the gold bars on the car.

He had already decided what to do next.

After a pause, Xu Mo spoke.

"For now, let's not do those illegal and disorderly tricks—let's do a good deed."

Upon hearing this, the Water Friends in the live broadcast room all thought their ears were faulty.

"What the heck? Xu Mo wants to do a good deed?"

"Holy shit? You guys heard it too—I thought it was my ears acting up."

"I suddenly have a feeling that Xu Mo being law‑abiding is the biggest good deed he's done."

"I damn know what Xu Mo is up to! Doing good... maybe he's going to fund fallen girls!"

"Holy crap, I often fund fallen girls, each time I give them five to eight hundred."

"So... I have a friend who wants to ask where to find such needy fallen girls?"

"??? You call this a good deed!?"

Not only the Water Friends in the Live Broadcast Room think their ears are malfunctioning.

Even Yang Jingxuan and Zhou Qiaoqiao think the same.

The two speak in unison.

"Doing good? Doing what good?"

Xu Mo gives a mysterious smile, offering no explanation.

Instead, he presses the voice‑recognition button on the right side of the steering wheel.

"Navigate to the nearest Welfare Institute."

"Found the nearest club—Number Seven Mansion, plotting the route for you, total distance 4.7 km..."

Xu Mo: "???"

Yang Jingxuan: "???"

Zhou Qiaoqiao: "???"

If I recall correctly.

This car is a BMW, not a Cadillac, right!?

Why is it navigating so badly?

It said go to the nearest Welfare Institute.

Did the voice assistant automatically recognize it as a club?

Is it the car's fault, or is the driver's training too good!?

"Navigate to the nearest Welfare Institute!"

"Found the nearest bath center—Qian Shen, plotting the route for you, total distance 5.4 km..."

Xu Mo: "???"

Yang Jingxuan: "???"

Zhou Qiaoqiao: "???"

Well, the title of Cadillac Bath Emperor will probably have to be given up to the BMW!

The Water Friends in the Live Broadcast Room also boiled over.

"It has to be a BMW, luxury cars are just different!"

"Buy buy buy! Swipe the card, swipe it right now!"

"Brothers, now you know which car to buy, right?"

"What model is this car, 535? I'm going to the 4S shop to see it right now!"

"..."

"Damn thing...", Xu Mo sighed.

He doesn't intend to rely on this unreliable navigation anymore.

Instead, he pulls out his phone.

Planning to navigate with the phone.

"You go to the Welfare Institute to donate money?", Zhou Qiaoqiao asked.

Xu Mo nodded.

"Well, I've always had a habit of donating, but before I didn't have much money so I gave little; now I have money and can give more. I plan to donate a Gold Bar, and we can also stay at the Welfare Institute for a few days to recuperate."

Program Backstage.

After hearing that, Song Yixue felt completely unwell.

Donate a Gold Bar to the Welfare Institute?

You should know that, per the agreement, all the stuff Xu Mo seized from the bank this time must be paid for by the Program Crew.

To put it bluntly.

Xu Mo donating a Gold Bar to the Welfare Institute is spending the Program Crew's money!

Damn it…

Funding the Welfare Institute's children with the Program Crew's money!? In Xu Mo's name??

All together, the good deed is done by Xu Mo.

All the money is spent by the Program Crew?

You're amazing!

You're so lofty!

Alright, that's it, guys, good night, brothers and sisters!!