Chapter 834: Holy Knight and Dragon Knight

While Yang Zhenwen was helplessly in a recovery phase and unable to make public appearances, he was forcibly drafted by President Qi Fei, losing the previous air of confidence he once had, now appearing somewhat dejected and resigned.

"Planning to go after Qi Fei? Is it the consortium or the gang? Didn’t you report it? You can seek help from the consulate; I remember there’s a Chinese consulate in Los Angeles."

Lin Mo apparently didn’t understand the deeper meaning behind Yang Zhenwen’s words. Analyzing military information and formulating strategies with the EQ of a Dragon Knight was manageable, but when it came to analyzing relationships between men and women, it was best to retreat decisively.

"Uh…" Yang Zhenwen was momentarily stunned, then felt a wave of despair. Mr. Qi still had one-sided feelings for this guy—this man’s emotional intelligence was truly negative!

"Are you really that dumb? There’s a foreigner trying to woo Mr. Qi. If you don’t act soon, Mr. Qi will end up with that foreigner!"

With unexpected courage, Yang Zhenwen felt incensed and thought about grabbing the collar of the Dragon Knight. When it came to national pride, past grievances were quickly forgotten; Lin Mo was Chinese after all, at least he wouldn’t let the benefits flow to outsiders.

The reality was harsh; typically, it contradicted lovely ideals.

Yang Zhenwen used all his strength, but his slender arms and legs unsurprisingly couldn’t move his opponent.

Nearby, airport security curiously watched what these two Oriental men were doing, as if they were playing a wrestling game.

"Haha! No need to worry, it’s fine!"

Lin Mo casually pushed Yang Zhenwen aside, and his smile struck Yang Zhenwen as particularly carefree.

Given Qi Fei’s personality, she was immune to tall, handsome, rich types and was quite strong-willed. It wouldn’t be easy to conquer her from either a strategic or tactical perspective; even if there was a slight chance, it wouldn’t be something that could be accomplished overnight.

"You… get in the car!"

A sense of helplessness washed over Yang Zhenwen. How could he have argued with someone like Lin Mo? Was he out of his mind?

Lin Mo finally secured the Longinus spear at a special angle on the SUV that picked him up; it seemed as if the vehicle had a long braid sticking out behind it.

Days without gold coins were troublesome; everything had to be done by oneself. In the past, this Longinus spear could have easily been stored in his watch, ready to be released whenever Lin Mo needed it.

"What’s wrong? Do you have a grudge against that foreigner?"

Seated in the co-pilot’s seat, Lin Mo looked again at Yang Zhenwen’s panda-like eyes. It was clear they weren’t just a result of lack of sleep; they looked more like he had taken a couple of hard hits to the face. Even so, it was a result of his opponent showing him some mercy.

"Don’t mention it!"

Yang Zhenwen lowered his head, feeling guilty. Compared to a few days ago, the natural dark circles around his eyes that needed no makeup to resemble a national treasure panda had lightened significantly. They didn’t hinder his vision or driving.

Lin Mo chuckled softly again.

After the two CIA agents accompanied Lin Mo off the plane, they chose to secretly monitor him, calling for a taxi to quietly follow the SUV behind.

…

"That’s him!"

Yang Zhenwen quietly pointed out to Lin Mo, a sly smile creeping onto his face. In the presence of a beautiful woman, two powerful rivals would surely lose their composure due to jealousy, resulting in a mutual disadvantage. Mr. Qi was certainly not comparable to other shallow women.

Being closer to the action gave him another chance; this time, he would ensure Mr. Qi understood how unreliable other men could be.

His deep-seated worries about Lin Mo’s unstable emotional intelligence quickly faded away as he chose to watch from the sidelines.

In a church, Lin Mo spotted the foreign man Yang Zhenwen had mentioned, who was attempting to pursue their boss. Meanwhile, Qi Fei, the president of Moonlit Lotus and Lin Mo’s classmate, was engaged in conversation with him.

The foreigner didn’t look very old, was tall and muscular, and his finely crafted suit couldn’t disguise the athletic physique beneath it. He had sharp eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, and a strong nose with chiseled features that inspired a blend of Eastern and Western aesthetics. His tousled golden hair exuded a distinctly masculine vibe, perfectly embodying the star-like aura that many women found attractive.

As Lin Mo’s gaze shifted, he could even sense the wild spirit within him. He lacked the softness of a pretty boy, yet was free from the brutishness of a rough man.

Even more surprising was that this blonde white man appeared without any makeup, showcasing his naturally handsome and tall features without any deliberate sculpting techniques.

At first glance, even Lin Mo had to admit that Yang Zhenwen’s concerns were not unfounded.

This blonde white man definitely possessed enough charm to drive women crazy.

One thing was for sure: unless someone was completely clueless, in the streets of a big American city, there would undoubtedly be a long line of women eager to approach him.

Yang Zhenwen glared at the annoying foreigner, realizing that his current state was a result of this guy’s presence.

It was also his own fault for being reckless, foolishly choosing to challenge the foreigner alone. Regardless of skills, Yang Zhenwen was at a clear disadvantage in size and stature.

"Okay! Got it!"

Lin Mo did not show the anger that Yang Zhenwen had hoped for; he remained calm and composed, as if he were observing a stranger.

"Hey! Lin Mo!"

As Qi Fei chatted with the blonde man, she casually glanced to the side, suddenly pausing in surprise, then turned with an apologetic smile and said, "Sorry, Mr. David, I have a personal matter to attend to. Can we continue later?"

"Sure, Miss Qi Fei! Please go ahead!"

The man named David, the blonde white man, smiled lightly and bowed, indicating that he didn’t mind.

"Qi Fei!"

Lin Mo greeted Qi Fei, his face lighting up with a warm smile as he set down the metal box and the carefully packaged Longinus he had been holding.

"Wood…"

Qi Fei laughed joyfully, like a lark, rushing into Lin Mo’s arms with outstretched hands in a loving embrace.

Nearby, David the blonde man blinked, momentarily stunned by the transformation from Qi Fei’s previous businesslike demeanor to that of a lively and carefree girl.

He had never seen this side of Qi Fei during their interactions; a subtle wave of emotion stirred within him, but it quickly settled back to calm.

Yang Zhenwen’s face turned green with envy; he felt utterly betrayed. It was clear there was no chance left for him, not even with that foreigner in the picture.

He laughed at himself for mistakenly thinking the foreigner had negative emotional intelligence, only to realize that his own emotional intelligence was even worse.

What an embarrassment to be the last one to discover the truth; Yang Zhenwen’s face shifted through various colors, creating an amusing spectacle.

"Hehe, Wood, what brings you to America? Hehe, seeing you is the happiest thing for me today. You heartless guy, you haven’t forgotten me after all."

Qi Fei, filled with enthusiasm, directed her words towards the somewhat confused Lin Mo.

"I just came to America for some business. After the deal, I thought I would stop by and see you."

Poor Dragon Knight Morin probably didn’t have much experience handling such situations, leaving him awkwardly passive in her embrace.

"Is that so?" Qi Fei squinted her eyes. Sure enough, this stubborn Wood couldn’t even tell a white lie. How could a pilot have business here? She playfully hit him as if he were a punching bag and said, "Aren’t you a soldier? Why are you in America? Is it to kill people? Let me smell—wow, you carry a strong scent of blood; you really must have killed quite a few."

Qi Fei pretended to sniff around Lin Mo, masking her true intention of smelling the comforting scent of manly protection from him while using the killing story as an excuse.

Yang Zhenwen covered his face in disbelief; how could it get this ridiculous? Mr. Big Boss, if you want to show some affection, please find a better excuse. His own dignity as a subordinate was crumbling too!

"By the way, Wood, I want to introduce you to a friend!"

Qi Fei suddenly remembered that her partner was still standing nearby. A light blush crept to her cheeks as she gained an extra measure of girliness. She pulled Lin Mo in front of her partner, introducing him gracefully, "This is David Croddor, a holy knight from the church, and the representative I work with on religious matters. Um, David, this is my classmate. Hey, Wood, introduce yourself."

"Hello, Holy Knight David Croddor, I’m Dragon Knight Morin!"

Lin Mo smiled as he extended his hand firmly, shaking David’s hand.

Dragon Knight? How strange!

But there was a strong scent of blood; this guy must have just killed someone—quite a few, in fact.

David Croddor’s pupils shrank slightly. As a member of a special religious profession, he had dealt with some undisclosed matters before and quickly picked up on the light killing intent emanating from Dragon Knight Morin.

Seeing Qi Fei holding her forehead, believing Lin Mo was hopeless, David immediately realized that the boss of this partnership had no idea he had unintentionally spoken the truth. What a humorous situation!

"May I ask your faith?" he let go of Lin Mo’s hand and, out of professional habit, asked with a smile. It was a casual inquiry.

Nowadays, the knights of the church were not as reckless as they had been in the Middle Ages. Knowing the other’s faith could help avoid unnecessary taboos.

"Of course, it’s Mao Zedong!"

Lin Mo smiled slightly, acknowledging that in this world there were none of the gods he once knew. To make a living, he could only go along with the customs and believe in Mao Zedong.