Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

Seeing her embarrassment, and then glancing at the mostly dry patch on her pants, Lin Mo decided it was about time and casually waved his hand.

"That's it. I forgive you."

After saying that, she turned around, pulled back the curtain, and left without looking back.

Bai Xue squatted on the spot, biting her lip tightly, her knuckles turning white from clenching her fists.

Only after that figure had completely disappeared outside the curtain did she manage to squeeze out a few words through clenched teeth:

"You despicable bastard...you just wait! Last time you spat in my high heels, and I didn't call the police because I was soft-hearted. Don't let me catch you red-handed again!"

As soon as Lin Mo sat down, Yang Liu turned to the side, her gaze darting back and forth between him and the distant workspace, her tone carrying a subtle hint of sourness:

"Why did it take you so long?"

"What's wrong, are you jealous?"

"Who's jealous?"

Yang Liu turned her face away, her voice extremely low.

"I'm just afraid you'll mess around outside and catch some disease that you'll then pass on to me."

"Who's messing around?"

"Only those who did it know. You were gone for so long, who knows what you were doing in there?"

"Didn't do anything."

"I don't believe it!"

"There's nothing I can do if you don't believe me."

"Who says there's no way? Come with me to the bathroom!"

When the two of them came out of the bathroom again.

The surrounding passengers all turned to look at them with strange expressions!

Yang Liu's face flushed red to the back of her ears. Lin Mo coughed lightly and walked quickly back to his seat without looking to the side.

Lin Mo took her directly back to his newly purchased, relatively new apartment in the neighborhood.

Upon entering, she found herself in the customer room, which was decorated in a simple white style, with complete and clean furniture. She nodded in satisfaction.

After dinner, Lin Mo spoke to Yang Liu, who was sitting on the sofa:

"Stay here for a few days. Once I've completely resolved things with Xu Jiang, you can go back."

Yang Liu's fingers were intertwined:

"Are you confident? Xu Jiang... has a lot of men under his command and protective umbrellas; he's not easy to deal with."

Don't worry.

Lin Mo spoke calmly, took his coat off the hanger, pulled out a black mask and put it in his pocket, then pushed open the door and went out.

Night had fallen, and the streetlights cast dim yellow glows in circles through the thin mist.

Lin Mo didn't ride his bike; instead, he took a taxi straight to the Royal Dynasty Bar.

He knew this place well; having worked part-time there for so long, he knew the layout of the bar inside and out.

After getting off the bus nearby, Lin Mo stood across the street for a while, observing the activity in front of the bar from a distance.

Several black minivans were already parked at the entrance. A woman in a tight dress and sequined halter top walked inside, arm in arm with a man. Music leaked from the crack in the door, with a dynamic rhythm.

Lin Mo put on a mask, crossed the street, and pushed open the heavy soundproof door of the bar.

The sound waves rushed in, the smells of alcohol, perfume, and dry ice smoke mingled together, swirling under the rotating laser lights.

He walked through the crowd, his gaze sweeping over the largest booth in the very center of the front row. The coffee table was already laden with drinks, fruit platters, dice cups, spirits, and an ice bucket lined up in a row. The middle seat on the sofa was empty, but several beautiful women with their legs crossed were already seated on either side.

This is standard practice.

Every time Xu Jiang comes to the bar, his men will prepare the best seats and drinks in advance so that he can start drinking as soon as he arrives.

Lin Mo didn't move towards the booths, but instead mingled into the dance floor crowd closest to the booths, swaying his body to the deafening electronic music, his eyes fixed on the entrance through the flashing beams of light.

Xu Jiang arrived at around 10:30.

He was wearing a flashy Givenchy shirt tonight, the collar unbuttoned up to the third button, revealing a gold chain as thick as his little finger around his neck. He was followed by five or six henchmen.

As soon as Xu Jiang entered the bar, the bar manager, Sister Chen, personally greeted him and chatted with him.

He sat down in the center of the sofa, with a woman on each side of him, while his underlings sat scattered on either side, some opening bottles of wine, others lighting cigarettes.

Lin Mo did not move.

He swayed patiently on the dance floor.

Xu Jiang drank very quickly, chugging down glass after glass of liquor mixed with green tea. Occasionally, he would get up to clink glasses with the person next to him, and occasionally, he would laugh loudly through the smoke while smoking a cigar.

Lin Mo was waiting for the effects of the alcohol after he got drunk; once a person is intoxicated, it is difficult to detect subtle changes in acupoints.

It was nearly 12:30 a.m. when Xu Jiang finally stood up from his booth.

His face was flushed with the smell of alcohol, and his steps were a little unsteady. He pushed aside the younger brother who was helping him and swayed into the center of the dance floor by himself.

The music just switched to an upbeat song, with drumbeats as dense as machine gun fire, and people around him swarmed around him, surrounding him in the middle.

Lin Mo quietly took two steps back to the edge of the dance floor. His fingers curled silently at his sides, and his inner strength flowed into his fingertips along his meridians.

One-Finger Divine Skill.

An invisible force pierced through the flashing lights and landed precisely on an acupoint on Xu Jiang's back.

Xu Jiang didn't stop dancing, nor did he even turn around. He just subconsciously raised his hand to touch the back of his neck, probably thinking it was sweat.

You won't feel anything when you're acupunctured; at most, it'll feel like you've been bitten by a mosquito.

However, once this meridian is blocked, the myocardium will begin to spasm due to ischemia within half an hour, eventually leading to a large-scale infarction.

The cause of death was exactly the same as that of any other middle-aged man who died suddenly after drinking.

Lin Mo withdrew his hand, dissipated the remaining internal energy from his fingertips into the air, and turned to walk towards the door.

The music was deafening behind them, and apart from manager Chen Ting, no one noticed a young man wearing a mask walking through the crowd.

Lin Mo didn't leave directly. Instead, he walked around the corridor towards the restroom. There was a side door leading to a narrow alley without surveillance cameras.

As he passed the private room area, he suddenly paused.

A familiar figure stood at the door of the largest VIP room at the end of the corridor.

Lin Qingyue.

She was dressed as usual, in faded jeans and a T-shirt, looking somewhat nervous, her lips tightly pursed, and her hands twisted in front of her.

She paced back and forth three or four steps in front of the private room, took a deep breath as if she had made a great decision, and was about to raise her hand to knock on the door when the door opened by itself.

Warm yellow light spilled out from the crack in the door, and someone inside reached out and pulled her back, closing the door behind her.

Lin Mo stood in the dim light of the corridor, his brows furrowed.

He recognized that private room; it was Jiao Pi's long-time haunt.

Jiao Pi was Xu Jiang's boss in charge of loan sharking. He was in his thirties and had a burn scar on his face that stretched from the corner of his eye to behind his ear. His smile was more frightening than his non-smile.

What is Lin Qingyue doing here in the middle of the night?

Lin Mo glanced around to make sure no one was around, then silently moved closer and leaned against the wall next to the door frame.

The crackling sound of charred skin seeped out from under the door, carrying a lazy, mocking tone:

"Qingyue, you should already know the rules here. I can lend you money, and the interest is negotiable, but you have to let me leave something behind. Otherwise, what can a poor student like you offer as collateral?"

Lin Qingyue didn't speak, or rather, her voice was too soft to be heard through the door.

After a few seconds, Jiao Pi spoke again, his tone as if he were discussing something completely ordinary:

"Take a few photos and record a video as proof. Don't worry, as long as you pay back the money on time, these things will just sit here with me, and nobody will see them."

"Could...could we not film?"

Lin Qingyue's voice finally came through the crack in the door, so faint it sounded like someone was choking her.

"Not going to film? How can I guarantee you'll pay me back? You know how much your mother earns a day from that illness? You couldn't even make enough for a month's salary in a year. I'm helping you, understand? Helping you involves risk, so I need some security too." Jiao Pi's tone was slow and leisurely, like a cat playing with a mouse.

A long silence.

The only sound in the corridor was the distant, muffled vibration of a subwoofer. After about half a minute, she spoke:

"Okay... I'll take the picture."

Jiaopi clapped twice:

"Great idea. Go, take her to the back room and take some close-up photos."