Under one person: Get the Beiming magic skill at the beginning

Whether it was the special medicine for his mother's leukemia or the establishment of the Temple of Martial God, Na Du Tong provided him with convenience and assistance.

It would have been impossible without Zhao Fangxu's consent.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Fangxu smiled slightly.

He had thought that Mo Wen might become arrogant after he reached a high level of strength, but he didn't expect him to remain as peaceful as Dou Le had described before.

At least with his discerning eye, he couldn't see any element of Mo Wen acting.

"I didn't help much; it was mostly due to your own efforts, Lord Mo."

Zhao Fangxu shook his head slightly.

Mo Wen smiled and said, "Chairman Zhao, just call me Mo Wen. It's too formal to keep calling me Palace Master."

Zhao Fangxu laughed and said, "Alright, then I'll call you Mo Wen."

"Mo Wen, although I've heard Dou Le mention it before, I still want to hear your opinion for myself."

His expression was serious, and his tone was calm and gentle: "What do you think of the current state of the supernatural world?"

How to watch it? Of course, you watch it sitting down.

Mo Wen was speechless, but he knew that this was what Zhao Fangxu meant by asking the question.

They didn't hold back and spoke their most honest thoughts.

"What happens in the world of superhumans is actually irrelevant to me; the life and death of others are none of my concern."

"I'm just creating a comfort zone so that my mom and I can live a stable and affluent life."

"I don't like accidents that threaten social stability, so I'll deal with whoever causes trouble."

This is Mo Wen's true thought.

Zhao Fangxu nodded, feeling quite satisfied.

Considering that Mo Wen possesses such extraordinary abilities, forcibly seizing the power of others and using it for his own purposes, if it were anyone else, they would have already turned the world of extraordinary people upside down, inevitably endangering social stability.

But Mo Wen did not do so because he valued his family.

Zhao Fangxu was very fortunate that Mo Wen was a filial son who valued his family.

Otherwise, even those with slightly weaker family ties would not be able to restrain their inner desires, and might even personally break the shackles that bind them.

While inwardly sighing, Zhao Fangxu said, "I understand. However, I heard that you kidnapped many Quanxing disciples."

"What are you planning to do?"

Just when Zhao Fangxu thought Mo Wen would make an excuse to explain.

Mo Wen said directly, "Ah, I'm going to use them to enhance my skills."

"......ah?"

Zhao Fangxu was stunned; he hadn't expected Mo Wen to be so frank.

Shouldn't we conceal our purpose?

Did you just tell him that directly?

Instead, Mo Wen looked at Zhao Fangxu with suspicion: "Chairman Zhao, don't you know my abilities? Why are you asking me this?"

"...I'm just surprised that you told me the reason directly."

Zhao Fangxu shook his head and said, "Although there are unspoken rules within the Quanxing faction, you've arrested too many people. You can hand over some of them to us for management."

"No, I won't let any of these Quanxing members go, and I haven't broken any rules."

"Besides, whether you look at it broadly or narrowly, these are all bad people. Who can say anything to me if I catch bad people?"

Mo Wen leaned back in his chair, seemingly oblivious to any problem.

And it's impossible for him to hand over the person.

Seeing this, Zhao Fangxu felt a headache coming on.

After a moment of silence, he said, "This is not inhumane. Of course, the main reason is that there are too many people involved, and it will cause gossip if the outside world finds out."

He then changed the subject: "But if it were you, I would agree and help you keep it a secret."

"But I need your help with something."

"Oh? What can I do to help you with?"

Mo Wen thought he would have to deal with Zhao Fangxu for a while, but Zhao Fangxu surrendered directly.

Instead, he made a request.

This shows that Na Dutong, or rather Zhao Fangxu, would rather turn a blind eye than provoke Mo Wen.

Do you remember the weapon refiner you met in Guizhou?

Zhao Fangxu said in a deep voice, "If possible, I hope you can take action and eliminate them."

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Don't worry, I will update this book gradually, and I won't forget about it when I write a new book.

Chapter 268 Ma Xianhong, Chen Duo, it's time for you two to come to my bowl.

"Eliminate Biyou Village?"

Mo Wen was somewhat surprised to hear Zhao Fangxu's request.

Because he remembered that this task could not be made public, as there was no legal basis for it.

Moreover, it is not logically sound.

Therefore, the task of eliminating Biyou Village was assigned to temporary workers in each region.

Simply because their identities were unclear and they were not company employees.

Even if the mission fails and is exposed, it has nothing to do with the company.

Now Zhao Fangxu is telling him about this task.

Mo Wen estimated that, firstly, Zhao Fangxu believed that he was on the company's side and therefore trustworthy.

Or perhaps there's some other scheming behind this.

According to Mo Wen's opinion, he preferred the latter.

Countless thoughts raced through his mind, but Mo Wen outwardly appeared surprised: "With the company's armed forces, dealing with a village should be more than enough, right?"

"There are other reasons for this, and I'll tell you if you're willing to help."

Zhao Fangxu pondered for a moment before speaking.

After all, this is a very serious matter; the idea of ​​turning ordinary people into superhumans is too horrifying.

He just didn't know that Mo Wen already knew the reason.

Mo Wen could even create something similar to Ma Xianhong's if he wanted to.

However, Zhao Fangxu could never know any of this.

"It seems like things are quite serious, so I agreed."

"Is it murder, or arrest and imprisonment?"

Mo Wen smiled slightly and asked calmly.

"If possible, or bring it back, of course, not just for you alone."

"You should have met Xiao Zizai, the temporary worker from East China, right?"

“We will mobilize all the temporary workers in the regions. They will be responsible for the main operations, while you will be the one to cover for any mistakes.”

Zhao Fangxu said.

"Hmm? Am I going to cover you?"

"It seems like you guys are holding back a lot of nonsense."

Upon hearing this, Mo Wen couldn't help but chuckle.

He knew beforehand that the board members at Nadutong headquarters wanted to take control of the temporary workers.

It now seems that these board members want to send temporary workers to the front first, and ideally, if problems arise with the task, they will seize the opportunity to cause trouble.

Inviting someone to step in and cover for you is to ensure the mission won't fail.

This can be described as a brilliant strategy that kills two birds with one stone.

However, none of this concerns Mo Wen.

His target was only Ma Xianhong, and now, he's adding Chen Duo to the mix.

"Well, just tell me if you'll help or not." Zhao Fangxu cleared his throat somewhat awkwardly, inwardly marveling at Mo Wen's keen insight.

"In recognition of your help, Chairman Zhao, I'll do you this favor. Just let me know when we're going to take action."

"However, if I need anything later, I would appreciate your help, Chairman Zhao," Mo Wen said with a smile.

"What do you need?" Zhao Fangxu asked, puzzled.

"It's not certain yet. We'll talk to Chairman Zhao when we need to."

Seeing that Mo Wen did not speak, Zhao Fangxu hesitated for a moment before agreeing.

"Let me make this clear first: I will not agree to anything that is illegal."

"Don't worry, I'm a law-abiding citizen. I wish all the evil in this world would disappear."

Mo Wen smiled and said.

Zhao Fangxu nodded slightly, he believed that Mo Wen was indeed a good person.

They hate evil, value family, and are responsible.

With the issue resolved, Zhao Fangxu looked much more relaxed.

"By the way, did you do something to Wang Ai's accident?"

This isn't about holding someone accountable; it's just casual conversation.