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

Lin Mo stood beside Long Qingxue, hands in his pockets, observing coldly.

He didn't interrupt, but his gaze lingered on Li Jing's face for a moment before he looked at the bald, greasy-haired, pot-bellied old man, and his lips twitched slightly.

Duan Xing had only been dead for a few days, and now another one has been killed.

Why have my tastes become increasingly strange since we broke up? I could understand Chao Xiong before, but now it's all about older men.

Just as Li Jing was about to speak and continue to plead, she suddenly noticed Lin Mo standing behind Long Qingxue, and her expression instantly changed from shock to astonishment.

Before, Lin Mo was a poor guy in her eyes, dressed in rags. Now, he's not only dressed in designer brands, but it seems that this aloof woman is with him!

Did Lin Mo win the lottery?

For a moment, Li Jing regretted it, after all, Lin Mo's extraordinary talent was something that could not be obtained by chance.

She doesn't feel anything with anyone now, after all, the shoes have been stretched out, and it's uncomfortable for people with small feet to wear them.

"Not interested!"

Long Qingxue spoke coldly, completely ignoring Chen Jing.

She turned around and hugged Lin Mo's arm.

Seeing the two so intimate, Li Jing felt even more uncomfortable.

She had only speculated before, but now it's confirmed.

Moreover, as a woman, Long Qingxue possesses a natural, noble, and aloof elegance that she can never imitate, no matter how heavy her makeup or how expensive her bag.

Unconsciously, she pulled her pencil skirt down a little and straightened her back, but in front of Long Qingxue, she felt for the first time like a nouveau riche trying on clothes in a luxury store. No matter how expensive the items were, she couldn't buy the innate elegance she possessed.

Chen Jing was rejected, but he still wanted to try again. He started to talk about his status in the film and television industry, as well as his background and strength.

Chen Jing was somewhat embarrassed by Long Qingxue's rejection, but he did not back down.

He took half a step forward and began to enthusiastically promote himself.

He even brought up which movies he'd acted in, how many resources he had in the film industry, which provincial and municipal leaders he'd dined with, and even what rank his father held.

The implication is clear:

He can promote whomever he wants in this industry. He decides who gets the lead actress. As long as Long Qingxue agrees, she can join the crew tomorrow.

"Are you finished speaking?"

Lin Mo raised his hand to interrupt him.

"She said she's not interested. Can't you understand human language?"

Chen Jing was in the middle of a lively conversation when she was interrupted by this remark in front of everyone, and the smile on her face instantly froze.

His expression changed, he took a step forward, and lowered his voice:

"Kid, what gang do you belong to? Do you know who I am? How dare you talk to me like that? Believe me, I can make you disappear from this world with just one phone call!"

Lin Mo chuckled softly, his gaze as if he were looking at a barking teddy bear on the roadside:

"I don't know if I'll disappear or not, but if you don't leave now, you'll be the one who disappears very soon."

"Alright, alright, you've got guts, kid! Don't you dare leave!"

Chen Jing took out her phone, strode to the side and started dialing, deliberately making the call loud as if to show off her extensive connections and powerful connections.

Lin Mo frowned slightly.

He wasn't afraid of Chen Jing; he was just calling over a few thugs to make things look better. Even if a fight broke out, he wouldn't back down.

However, Long Qingxue doesn't have an ID card. If things escalate and Uncle Hat comes looking for her, it will be difficult for him to cover up the identity check.

Knowing that Chen Ting's home was nearby, he dialed her number:

"Sister Chen, are you busy? Could you come and pick someone up for me? They've run into some trouble at Bali Shijia on the pedestrian street."

"Coming right away."

Chen Ting didn't ask any further questions and hung up the phone decisively.

About ten minutes later, Chen Ting, wearing high heels, strode through the mall's atrium and waved to Lin Mo.

Today she wore a white shirt, a knee-length black pencil skirt with stilettos, her hair was styled in a bun, her makeup was exquisite, and she exuded a powerful aura.

When her gaze inadvertently swept over Long Qingxue behind Lin Mo, her pupils contracted slightly, clearly stunned by that stunningly beautiful face.

Chen Ting walked straight up to Lin Mo and spoke:

"Xiao Mo, what happened?"

Lin Mo tilted his head slightly towards Chen Jing:

"There was a slight conflict, and the other party is calling for reinforcements. Could you take her to your place for a while? I'll come pick her up after I've dealt with it."

Chen Ting's gaze lingered on Long Qingxue for another second. Long Qingxue nodded slightly to her expressionlessly, as if to say hello.

Chen Ting nodded, didn't ask any more questions, and pulled Long Qingxue toward the elevator.

"Wait, who said you could leave?"

Chen Jing came over aggressively to stop them.

Chen Ting stepped in front of Long Qingxue, smiled at Chen Jing, and clearly recognized her as well.

"Director Chen, it's been a long time. This is my younger brother. Young people tend to have tempers, so please forgive him if he offends you in any way. Give me face and let's just let it go. I'll treat you to dinner later."

Chen Jing squinted at Chen Ting, a disdainful smile playing on her lips.

"Who are you? Oh... I remember now, aren't you the madam from Xu Jiang's place?"

What kind of face does a pimp have?

Chen Ting's smile froze instantly; her red lips pressed into a thin line, and the corners of her eyes turned cold.

Just then, a series of noisy footsteps came from the direction of the escalator.

Jiao Pi led a large group of people over, all with buzz cuts, broad shoulders and thick waists, and veins throbbing faintly on their necks.

Upon seeing Chen Jing, he strode forward, his voice booming:

"Director Chen, who the hell is so blind as to mess with you?"

When Chen Ting saw Jiao Pi, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. They would run into each other all the time in the industry, so she had some influence over him.

She stepped forward, smiling, and extended her hand: "Brother Jiao, long time no see!"

"Get out of my way, what's it to you?"

Jiao Pi didn't even glance at her, turning to ask Chen Jing.

"Director Chen, who are you going to mess with?"

Chen Jing raised her hand and pointed to Lin Mo, who was sitting on a chair in the corner:

"That kid."

Jiao Pi looked in that direction, and when his gaze landed on Lin Mo, he felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him from behind. He recognized the face.

That day in the bar's private room, how this young man dislocated the arms of his two henchmen in just a few moves, how he was cornered on the sofa and didn't dare to breathe—all those images flooded back in an instant, and he subconsciously shivered.

His throat went dry, he swallowed hard, tugged at Chen Jing's sleeve, pulled him aside, and said in a low voice:

"Director Chen, this man is not simple."

I fought him at the bar last time. My brothers and I were taken down before we could even touch the hem of his clothes. His skills are really strange.

We might not necessarily gain the upper hand in a head-on confrontation.

"Really?" Chen Jing asked with a doubtful look.

"Of course it's true, brother, would I lie to you?"

"Then what do you suggest we do? He embarrassed me in front of everyone, are we just going to let it go like this?"

Chen Jing gritted her teeth, and the fat on her face trembled twice.

"If the open approach doesn't work, we'll try the covert one."

The charred sound was lowered even further.

"Find a secluded spot and attack from behind. In the dark, who can see who did it? I guarantee he won't even know how he died."

Chen Jing was silent for a few seconds, then nodded resentfully:

"Alright, let him off the hook for today."

He walked up to Lin Mo, looking down at him with a fierce expression:

"Kid, you're lucky today. But you'd better be more careful when you go out in the future. Look carefully when you're walking at night or crossing the street. If you get hit by a car one day, don't blame me for not warning you."

After saying that, he straightened his collar, grabbed Li Jing, and turned to leave.

Lin Mo narrowed his eyes, a murderous intent flashing within them.

With a gentle tap of his right index finger, an invisible and traceless force shot out from his fingertip and penetrated into the back of Chen Jing's head from a distance of several steps.

Compared to the previous attacks on Xu Jiang and Duan Xing's back of the heart, the attack on the back of the head would cause a stroke, and they wouldn't die as quickly.

Lin Mo was worried that people who had conflicts with him would suffer heart attacks, which would arouse suspicion from relevant departments.