Honkai Summoning.

"If I had known, I would have just stripped the clothes off the dead body... Oh well, let's go. I should be able to avoid being discovered if I'm careful." Su Mo felt very tired.

"Hey Hey hey!"

Seeing Su Mo turn to leave, still rolling around on the ground and unable to stand up, Gao Qing shouted loudly.

"I won't return the bath towel, you shouldn't mind, right?" Su Mo turned his head and said insincerely.

"I..." Gao Qing was about to say something.

Suddenly, there was a frantic knocking on the door: "Gao Qing, I know you're home, open the door!" The rough male voice made Su Mo stop in her tracks.

"You're lucky."

A strange smile appeared on his face. To Gao Qing's astonishment, Su Mo walked to the door, opened it, and pulled the man inside, leaving him speechless with disbelief…

Five minutes later, Su Mo said to the man huddled in the corner, on the verge of tears, "Sorry, buddy, I'm from the future. I stripped you naked to save humanity... Just consider it a sacrifice for humanity."

"Ahhhh!"

A piercing scream emanated from the man in front of them, who was now only wearing his underwear. "Give me your name if you dare! I, Zhao Zhantian, swear I will not rest until I have avenged this!"

"Huh?" Su Mo was taken aback and turned his head.

“He’s my younger brother. He’s a hopeless case of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome). His real name is Zhao Hao, but I don’t know what got into him, but he insisted on changing it to Zhao Zhantian. I’ve been wanting to take him to the hospital for a while,” Gao Qing said with a helpless expression.

“You narcissist, what right do you have to talk to me like that!” The man surnamed Zhao, who always seemed to have a grudge against fate, immediately retorted.

"Where am I being narcissistic!" Gao Qing glared at him.

"Where are you not narcissistic?!"

"Uh—you guys keep arguing, I'm leaving first." Zhao Hao's build was similar to Su Mo's, but since he was taken from someone else, he felt a little uncomfortable.

Chapter 58 alarmed the central government?

Having shaken off the strange siblings, Su Mo strolled lazily down the street.

A minute ago, he contacted his "professional butler".

His butler team came from the "Global Butler Association," which specializes in providing services for wealthy but foolish people like Su Mo in all aspects of life, including food, clothing, housing, and transportation. The fees are extremely high, but the service is also very attentive.

Aside from the North and South Poles, the Amazon River, and the Sahara—areas off-limits to humans—they can be contacted virtually anywhere else in the world.

After putting on the clothes, Su Mo could confidently contact these people.

He could not possibly want to be seen as someone with some peculiar quirk.

"Demon, next time I'm summoned, I must get their ability to wear whatever they want, otherwise it will be terrible." Su Mo thought to himself as he sat down on a stone bench in the pedestrian street.

This time he was quite lucky, falling directly into a pretty girl's bathtub. If, next time, after releasing the souls of all beings, he were to fall onto the street, that would be troublesome.

Although Su Mo's identity is unknown to ordinary people, a small group of people in the world certainly do. For the mighty Dark Night King to run naked in the street would instantly destroy all the prestige he had built up over countless years.

Are you going to destroy the whole world and tell everyone that I'm the boss?

Half an hour later, two elegant women dressed in black office attire appeared before Su Mo: "Are you Mr. Su?"

As a diamond client, Su Mo's information was naturally backed up in the group called "Butler Association," which was actually a multinational corporation—well, except for his face and name, everything else was fake.

"It's me, let's go." Su Mo stood up and yawned.

The Soul of All Beings is not without its side effects; the fatigue that follows is unavoidable.

After getting into the back seat of a black car, Su Mo closed his eyes and began to rest.

The two people in the driver's seat and the passenger seat exchanged a glance, let out a soft sigh, and then one of them pressed a button.

A panel rises between the driver's seat and the rear seats, dividing the interior into two spaces. Many luxury cars do indeed have such a device, allowing rear passengers to do other things without being seen by the driver.

Sleeping like Su Mo, with the partition raised, does indeed provide him with a comfortable and quiet environment, free from any disturbance—and prevents the white smoke billowing from a gap from affecting the front seats of the car.

The thick white smoke filled half the carriage in a short time, making it look like a "fairyland on earth." Su Mo inside seemed completely unaware, still asleep—or rather, sleeping even more soundly.

The car moved slowly with the flow of traffic, its blacked-out windows concealing what was happening inside.

A few hours later.

The car drove to a place on the outskirts of the city that looked like a local military garrison.

As soon as the car approached, the gate opened and let it in.

The car stopped outside a building. A dark-skinned man with a buzz cut and a burly appearance emerged with several people. He went straight to the driver's side, knocked on the door, and asked, "Did you bring the person? Is there any problem?"

"I don't know. If your gas isn't lethal, they're just asleep." The car window slowly rolled down, revealing Su Mo's smiling face.

"you!"

The man was startled, not expecting that the person sitting in the driver's seat was his target. He immediately reached for the gun at his waist.

The people behind him reacted incredibly quickly, immediately raising their guns and pointing them at Su Mo.

"Don't get excited, he's in the back, he's not dead." Su Mo placed his hands on the steering wheel and flicked his fingers. "My hands are on it, aren't you being cooperative?"

The burly man raised a hand and shook his head slightly. Someone understood, went to the back seat, opened the car door, looked at the person sleeping soundly inside, and nodded.

"Hey, can't you just talk directly? I can see everything," Su Mo complained. "Isn't this kind of gesturing meant to keep others from knowing what you're up to?"

A dark line appeared on the man's face, his lips twitched several times, and finally he forced an extremely ugly smile: "Mr. Su, hello. I'm a special agent..."

“The Dragon Group, I know it,” Su Mo said.

This world has indeed entered the so-called "Dharma-ending Age," but those special individuals from the past still exist. How could a powerful nation not have special institutions dedicated to handling issues caused by these special groups?

Of course, the special agency in China wasn't called "Dragon Group" as Su Mo described, which sounded overly dramatic. Its name was simply the Special Operations Bureau. The name was quite ordinary, giving it a sense of being a hidden master in plain sight.

“It’s the Secret Service.” The dark-faced man’s expression seemed to darken even more, and he said with some displeasure.

"Okay, okay. So, what do you want? That housekeeper association is really unreliable. I give them so much money every year, and they just sell me out! I'm going to sue them through the Consumer Association! Seriously, is it even useful to contact the Consumer Association for these multinational organizations? Why don't you ask your leaders to give the branch in China a hard time? Have all my money gone to waste? It's only been a few days since March 15th!" Su Mo said with dissatisfaction.

The dark-faced man flicked his fingers twice. Was this the dangerous person in the top-secret file?

The man whom the country values ​​even more than the academicians of the Chinese Academy of Sciences is the one in front of you, a chatterbox who spouts nonsense.

This art style is off!

"By the way, what exactly do you want from me?" Su Mo turned his head and said, "Could it be because it's the end of the Dharma era, and you're about to disband and plan to pull off a big heist by 'harmonizing' me? I should have worn red!"

Why are you wearing red?

Tang Tian, ​​the dark-faced man, didn't know why he said those words. Perhaps he had been led astray by the guy in front of him.

In a sense, someone who can lead even the elites of the Special Training Bureau astray is indeed a dangerous individual.

If you join Amway, you'll definitely be the top salesperson, become the CEO, marry a beautiful and wealthy woman, and the pinnacle of life will no longer be just a dream!

"Because that way, the blood splattered on it won't be noticeable," Su Mo said with a smile.

Tang Tian's eyes widened suddenly, and he shouted sharply, "Back off!"

In an instant, everyone tensed up, raising their guns again after they had just lowered them, and the entire base almost went into martial law.

"Why are you so impulsive? So much time has passed, and you've been drawing and putting down your gun. What are you trying to do? If you have nothing else to say, I'm leaving. I'm very busy; I haven't finished several games yet, and a new AAA title is coming out this year," Su Mo said.

"..."

The atmosphere remained tense for a long time. After a while, Tang Tian raised his hand again, signaling everyone to put down their weapons, and said with a hint of helplessness, "Mr. Su, I invited you here today because it is a very important matter. If possible, let's go inside and talk about it slowly."

"Is there food to eat?" Su Mo asked.

“…Yes.” Tang Tian felt a toothache.

"Okay, that's good. Just get me a king lobster or something." Su Mo opened the car door and got out.

"If I may ask, how did Mr. Su find his way here?" Tang Tian asked with some curiosity.

Su Mo pulled two identification documents out of his pocket: "Don't carry your identification documents with you next time you're on a secret mission, but they feel nice." He flicked his fingers a couple of times, as if savoring something.

Tang Tian's lips twitched twice. A person like that would be executed in the army!

Yes, the Secret Service isn't some highly independent agency with a license to kill; it belongs to the military. And because it's a special agency, it generates an enormous number of reports after each operation. The more important the tool, the more cautiously it must be used.

Su Mo had contacted the Special Training Bureau before, so this was their second meeting—of course, those people he met back then were probably in their seventies or eighties by now.

"Mr. Su, please come with me," Tang Tian said with a soft sigh.

The two entered the building in front of them, passed through layers of technological and human defenses, and arrived at a small room.

The room wasn't big, but the decor was quite nice. It was comfortable to sit on the sofa, and at least it didn't feel like an interrogation room.

"By the way, find me some clothes that no one has worn before. These clothes belong to someone else and don't fit properly," Su Mo said before entering the room.

"Okay." Tang Tian nodded. There was no need to say anything deliberately, as there were cameras everywhere, and their every move and word would be recorded.

"Alright, what is it? I'll listen since you treated me to king lobster." Su Mo said, sitting on the sofa.

While he didn't want any conflict with the Secret Service, he shouldn't expect any respect from Su Mo's adversaries.

An immortal old monster like him is already a blessing if he doesn't do something stupid and harm others.

"Mr. Su, you should recognize this person, right?" Tang Tian took a photo out of his pocket and placed it on the coffee table in front of Su Mo.

"Isn't this Zhao Ritian?" Su Mo glanced at the photo, looking at Tang Tian with some surprise. "Has his chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) gotten so severe that it's alarming the central government?"

"..."

Tang Tian stood up and walked to the door.

"Is the food here?" Su Mo asked.

"...My blood pressure is a bit high, and I'm dizzy. I'll have someone else talk to you, Mr. Su." Tang Tian turned his head, revealing an extremely ugly smile, which looked like he was gritting his teeth.

“Young people these days have such poor patience. How can we let the old folks, who have been lonely for so long, become a bit long-winded? How can we just run away like that?” Su Mo shook his head and leaned back on the sofa.

Chapter 59: The Beginning is the Original

As Tang Tian reached the door, he staggered and nearly fell to the ground.

An elderly man? Just looking at his face, you could easily mistake him for a student. Turning his head with difficulty, Tang Tian said, "I'll go and urge Mr. Su to order the king lobster he requested..."

"Go ahead. If you want to continue talking, you can bring a pretty girl over, like those two who were driving earlier," Su Mo said, leaning back on the sofa.

Tang Tian paused slightly, closed the door, and walked into another room. He spoke into the open video call, "Director Zhang, is this really the person we need?"

In the video call, a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair, who looked to be in his early fifties, smiled kindly: "Yes, according to the file, this is the person."