Chapter 311: Holy shit! It

Tianshui City.

High-speed rail station exit.

Yan Lie stood beside a black seven-seater business vehicle, smoking, brows slightly furrowed, as if lost in thought.

Suddenly.

His gaze swept across the crowd pouring out of the exit.

His eyes instantly locked onto a familiar figure.

The moment he saw Lin Mo.

Yan Lie straightened his posture.

He pulled the cigarette from his mouth and dropped it to the ground.

He gently crushed it out with his toe.

Then, Yan Lie took a few steps toward Lin Mo.

At that moment.

Zhao Peng was eagerly adjusting his branded coat.

Without hesitation.

He beamed and strode forward toward Yan Lie.

"Chairman Yan!"

Zhao Peng called out excitedly, slightly bowing.

"Oh my!"

"Chairman Yan, my cousin really shouldn't have bothered you over such a small thing!"

"Chairman Yan, you've gone to so much trouble—I…"

Before Zhao Peng could finish speaking.

Yan Lie didn't even glance at him—he didn't pause his steps, walking straight past him.

Zhao Peng froze in place, staring dumbfounded as Yan Lie passed by.

Yan Lie looked at Lin Mo.

A faint smile appeared on his stern face.

"You're here."

Lin Mo stopped walking, gazing at Yan Lie, and gave a slight nod.

"Mm."

"Waited long?"

Yan Lie shook his head and said casually:

"Not long."

"About half an hour."

"The association had nothing important today anyway."

Hearing this exchange.

Zhao Peng was utterly stunned.

What the hell?

Wasn't Chairman Yan supposed to be here to pick me up?

What's this kid's background?

It wasn't just Zhao Peng.

Zhang Han, standing nearby, was also frozen in place.

She stared in disbelief at the scene.

Lin Mo…

He actually knows Chairman Yan?

And from Chairman Yan's attitude, it was clear they weren't just acquainted—Lin Mo wasn't the least bit intimidated by him.

Just then.

Yan Lie also noticed the two of them.

He turned his head and glanced at Zhao Peng and Zhang Han.

Then he looked back at Lin Mo.

"You know them?"

Lin Mo followed Yan Lie's gaze and took a look.

"Uh…"

"Talked a bit on the car."

"I guess… we know each other?"

Hearing Lin Mo's words.

Zhang Han reacted first.

She stepped forward immediately.

"Chairman Yan, hello!"

"I'm Zhang Han!"

"Currently with Red Leaf Guild."

"Just received notification—I passed the association's membership exam and am here to register today!"

Hearing Zhang Han's introduction.

Zhao Peng snapped out of his shock and hurried over.

"Yes, yes!"

"Chairman Yan, hello! I'm Zhao Peng!"

"I'm with Red Leaf Guild too—I'm here to register today!"

Yan Lie listened, then nodded faintly.

"Oh."

"Going to register, huh."

Yan Lie glanced at the two.

Then he said casually:

"Then get in the car."

"I'm picking up Lin Mo to return to the association—I can give you both a ride."

At these words.

Zhao Peng opened his mouth to speak.

But Zhang Han beat him to it:

"Yes!"

"Thank you, Chairman Yan!"

My god!

Lin Mo had refused to ride with her earlier, and she'd been disappointed.

Now, Chairman Yan himself had invited her!

She had to accept!

Not only could she ride in Chairman Yan's private car, but more importantly, she'd get to spend more time with this cute guy!

Meanwhile.

Zhao Peng was left speechless by Zhang Han's quick response.

He opened his mouth.

He'd planned to say: "I've already arranged a car—I won't trouble Chairman Yan."

But Zhang Han had already agreed…

What now?

Yan Lie turned to Zhao Peng, one eyebrow slightly raised.

"And you?"

"Not getting in?"

Zhao Peng flinched at the question.

"I… uh…"

"My cousin is Fang Wen, a councilor of the Qing Association… he… he sent someone to pick me up…"

To be fair.

He did want to ride in Chairman Yan's car.

But he dared not.

To ditch his cousin's driver? He didn't have the guts for it—not even a hundred times over.

He'd known his cousin's temper since childhood.

If his cousin found out he'd abandoned the driver to ride with Chairman Yan…

When we get to the association, your cousin will beat the shit out of you!

Hearing Zhao Peng's reply.

Yan Lie nodded.

"Alright."

Then he turned around and opened the door of the luxury sedan.

"Lin Mo, get in."

"Zhang Han, get in too."

Lin Mo didn't refuse; he stepped straight into the vehicle.

Zhang Han quickly followed behind, slipping quietly into the cabin.

Thud.

The door slammed shut hard.

The black luxury sedan drove off into the distance.

The exhaust fumes blasted right into Zhao Peng's face.

Only Zhao Peng remained, standing alone in the cold wind.

…

On the way to the Youth Association.

Inside the black luxury sedan.

The space was extremely spacious.

It was a custom seven-seat luxury sedan with opulent interior trim.

Yan Lie sat naturally in the front passenger seat.

Lin Mo sat in a comfortable airline-style seat in the back row.

Zhang Han sat carefully beside Lin Mo, one aisle away.

Zhang Han sat upright, hands on her knees, her sidelong glances constantly stealing glances at Lin Mo's profile.

That casual yet all-controlling aura was utterly captivating.

"Lin Mo."

"How did you sleep last night?"

At that moment,

Yan Lie turned his head and glanced at Lin Mo in the back.

Lin Mo adjusted into a comfortable position, speaking casually.

"Fine."

"Slept straight through till I woke up naturally."

Yan Lie chuckled softly.

"Heh, you've got quite the nerve."

"To be honest, when I first heard Old Nie's suspicion—that the seven nations might unite against us in this World Arena—"

"And then you decided to go in alone—"

"I was a little worried."

"I never expected you'd wipe out the entire seven-nation alliance by yourself."

Yan Lie sighed:

"I overthought it."

Hearing this,

Zhang Han, who had been sneakily glancing at Lin Mo,

Seven-nation alliance…

By herself…

Suddenly, her body stiffened.

Wait a minute!

What the hell?

What? One person, wiped out the entire seven-nation alliance?

As Zhang Han's mind short-circuited,

Yan Lie's casual chatter continued.

He looked at Lin Mo in the rearview mirror and chuckled.

"People used to say the Dragon Sequence Class was the future of Long Country."

"When I was class monitor, I thought I lived up to that title."

"But now I see—"

"You, as class monitor of this Dragon Sequence Class, are the real ceiling."

Hearing these words,

Zhang Han, sitting beside him, felt her head spin.

Dragon Sequence Class monitor?!

She stole another glance at Lin Mo's profile, her breathing quickening.

What the hell!

What the hell! What the hell!

This Lin Mo right here…

Is that fucking Lin Mo from Peking University's Dragon Sequence Class!

That Lin Mo—the demon king who went viral online last night!

That Lin Mo—the demon king who single-handedly crushed the seven nations, made the whole world bow its head, and brought back over a hundred legendary specialized weapons!

Zhang Han felt like she was suffocating.

On the ride,

she'd only thought Lin Mo was handsome and had great aura.

She never even considered that possibility!

After all, it was just a high-speed train ride—who could've imagined she'd end up sitting across from someone like this?

No wonder Chairman Yan was waiting outside the station, smoking!

Zhang Han now dared not even breathe loudly, afraid of disturbing the two masters' conversation.