Chapter 315: You

"What?!"

"Is Lin Mo… going to become chairman of the Youth Association?"

Zhao Peng stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

I just joined the Youth Association, and I've already been showing off in front of the next chairman?

He grew even more panicked.

"Zhang Han! Sister Han! You're not kidding me, right? Don't mess with me!"

Zhao Peng hurriedly pressed.

After all.

Becoming chairman of the Youth Association isn't something you can achieve by pulling strings or relying on connections.

You have to genuinely defeat every single senior in the Youth Association!

And those seniors and council members.

Which one isn't a battle-hardened top prodigy?

Which one isn't stronger than level 60?

Which one isn't a dominant force wielding high-tier skills?

Even if Lin Mo is strong, even if his talent is extraordinary.

He's only in his forties in level!

How could he possibly bridge a gap of over twenty levels to subdue this group of arrogant council members?

How could he earn their respect?

"Lie to you?"

Zhang Han spoke calmly.

"Why would I lie to you?"

"Do I even have a reason to lie to you?"

"Or do you think someone like you is worth the effort of fabricating a lie just to scare you?"

Zhao Peng opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Zhang Han turned her gaze away.

"Just now, in the car."

"I heard Chairman Yan Lie say it myself."

And.

Zhang Han paused, her tone turning serious.

"Yan Lie said."

"He admits his strength is far inferior to Lin Mo's."

"If he continues to hold the chairman's position, it would be an insult to both himself and Lin Mo."

Therefore.

"He has decided to step down voluntarily."

"To hand over the chairman's position to Lin Mo."

"..."

After these words were spoken.

Zhao Peng froze again.

Fuck!

Chairman Yan Lie?!

That Yan Lie who once single-handedly crushed every council member?

Actually admitted he's inferior to Lin Mo?

And even plans to step down and yield his position?

What the hell is going on?!

Zhao Peng felt his worldview crumbling.

Know this.

His most admired cousin, Fang Wen.

The cousin who, in his eyes, was invincible.

Had once been defeated by Chairman Yan Lie!

If Yan Lie admits he's inferior to Lin Mo.

Then what is Fang Wen?

Right now.

Wouldn't Lin Mo become his cousin's superior?

Zhao Peng felt his vision darken.

At that moment.

The door to the reception room was pushed open again from outside.

Heavy footsteps approached.

A muscular young man walked in.

His knotted muscles flickered beneath his tight tank top.

Zhao Peng sensed the movement behind him, turned his head—and froze.

"Cousin!"

Fang Wen looked at Zhao Peng, his brows furrowing slightly.

"You're here?"

He glanced at the form on the table.

"Fill in the information."

"Get your badge and scram back home immediately."

Fang Wen's tone was very impatient.

He hadn't come here today to receive this useless cousin.

More important matters were waiting for him.

Hearing his cousin's cold words,

Zhao Peng leaned close to Fang Wen's side.

"Cousin!"

"Save me, cousin!"

Zhao Peng's face was twisted in misery.

"Your cousin me... something huge has happened!"

Fang Wen's brows furrowed even deeper.

"What's wrong?"

"Making such a fuss."

"This is the Mage Association Headquarters!"

"It is one of the Dragon Kingdom's power structures! Who could possibly eat you here?"

Fang Wen was extremely displeased.

He had never held much affection for this cousin of his.

Idling all day, doing nothing proper, only knowing how to borrow his name to bully others outside.

"A proper grown man."

"Crying and whining, what kind of sight is that?!"

Fang Wen shouted sternly.

"Stand up straight for me!"

"Speak properly!"

Scolded by his cousin like that,

Zhao Peng shivered all over in fright.

He straightened his body.

"Cousin..."

"I... I was on the high-speed train to Tianshui City..."

"I... I ran into Lin Mo..."

"And... I didn't even know he was Lin Mo..."

"I... I showed off a little in front of him..."

By the end, Zhao Peng's voice was barely audible.

But Fang Wen still heard it clearly.

Fang Wen's face instantly darkened.

"What did you do?"

Terrified, Zhao Peng's legs went weak, and he dared not hide a single detail.

He recounted how he had boasted about his cousin's Councilor status on the high-speed train, how he had patted his chest promising to take care of Lin Mo,

how he had mocked Lin Mo for sitting in second class.

He told the whole story, nothing left out.

He even didn't dare to omit the gesture of flicking his wrist to show off his famous watch at that time.

After hearing Zhao Peng's account,

Fang Wen's face grew gloomier and darker.

In the next moment,

he suddenly raised his hand and slapped him!

"Smack!"

Five finger marks appeared on Zhao Peng's face.

"You damn fool!"

Fang Wen cursed aloud in anger.

"How have I taught you all this time?"

"When you go out, keep a low profile!"

"And you, damn it!"

"Using my name to show off everywhere?!"

Fang Wen almost wanted to strangle this hopeless fool.

"Showing off is one thing, but showing off in front of Lin Mo? Do you even know what Lin Mo has done?"

"Who do you think you are? How dare you give orders in front of him?"

Fang Wen grew angrier the more he cursed.

What he hated most was this kind of worthless who had no real ability and only bullied others by relying on power!

Unfortunately.

This worthless was his own cousin.

Blood is thicker than water.

Zhao Peng clutched his cheek, tears bursting from his eyes.

"This… this isn't my fault!"

"Who knew…"

"Who knew it would be such a coincidence!"

"I just sat in a crappy second-class seat, and ended up right across from Lin Mo!"

"With his status, why didn't he sit in first class…?"

Zhao Peng sniffled repeatedly.

Looking at his cousin's face.

Fang Wen took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed his anger.

"Enough, stop crying!"

"Keep crying and get out!"

As soon as he said this.

Zhao Peng immediately clamped his mouth shut, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Since childhood, he had been beaten by his cousin many times.

His cousin beat people—really, he beat them to within an inch of their lives, without any hesitation!

Fang Wen snorted coldly.

"Relax."

"You won't die."

"Someone like Lin Mo."

"His perspective has long since moved beyond these trivial matters."

"If he really wanted to hold a grudge against you, on the high-speed train, you wouldn't have had the chance to say a second word."

Fang Wen glanced at Zhao Peng.

"You, in your current state, aren't even worthy of his attention."

Hearing his cousin say this.

The stone in Zhao Peng's heart finally dropped.

"Phew…"

Zhao Peng raised his hand, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and calmed his nerves.

Suddenly, he remembered something.

"By the way, cousin."

"Just now I heard…"

"Chairman Yan Lie is stepping down."

"He's going to hand over the position of Youth Association chairman to Brother Lin Mo."

"Is this…"

"True?"