Chapter 270
Chapter 270 Glad to See It Happen
As the saying goes, a man’s flirting skills always improve dramatically after he gets a girlfriend—this holds true in any context, even when the girlfriend isn’t particularly pure.
Xia Xinyan now truly knows this feeling.
If it came down to comparison, her interest levels might not even match Ling Mo’s.
She’s been going about pretending to be Ling Mo’s girlfriend, and as for the so-called gentle and virtuous persona she’s put on—part of it is acted, while the other part stems from her true personality, honed from her previous life.
Not one for drama, she naturally radiates tranquility.
Cough… if being able to kill without batting an eye counts as gentleness.
In any case, her view of Ling Mo has shifted from boyfriend to more like a little brother she brought along—though this little brother is now way stronger than her, that feeling hasn’t changed at all.
So, you can imagine the kind of sparks that fly when two different modes of interaction meld together.
But now, Xia Xinyan realizes—she’s completely trapped herself, and escape seems impossible.
Watching Ling Mo constantly making small gestures to get closer to her, Xia Xinyan has almost given up the struggle.
Actually, this isn’t too bad; she can tie Ling Mo to her side without much effort. In a way, it’s like having a natural talisman—it’s like as long as Ling Mo is alive, she is too.
As long as he doesn’t push too hard, she can just about accept it.
But if he really does push—
Hmm… he shouldn’t dare, right?
—Now even Xia Xinyan isn’t too sure about the answer to that question.
Because the Ling Mo in front of her is almost unrecognizable from the one she once knew, making it impossible for her to predict his thoughts anymore.
And she never figured out the answer to that.
Because the Fire Cloud Cult has emerged from their den.
Summer Jincang moved quickly, and almost as soon as Xia Xinyan and the others left the bar, the situation had already been taken over, resulting in only the modified video of “Ling Mo reportedly attacking a rumor organization” circulating from Hell on Earth in the bar—not a single unsuitable scene recorded, but every harsh word Ling Mo said was captured perfectly.
Perhaps there was some intent from Summer Jincang in this—after all, Ling Mo’s words were indeed quite arrogant and could easily rile others up. Those who may have had no hostile intentions might end up feeling displeased after seeing the video, inevitably causing some trouble for them.
To be precise, it would be trouble for Ling Mo.
And this was precisely what Summer Jincang would be happy to see.
—And likewise, what Xia Xinyan and Ling Mo would also be happy to see.
Ling Mo released those words to be spread around to let others recognize him. Even if some fool wanted to come and pick a fight, he’d gladly oblige—after all, it’s rare to encounter someone asking for a beating, he must satisfy them.
If this happens a few more times, the rumor of him being a mooching man would naturally fall apart.
As for dealing with the existence behind those small actions targeting him, he’ll eventually drag them out and face off with them.
For now, they just need to counterattacks as they come.
And the immediate concern is still the Fire Cloud Cult.
The Fire Cloud Cult came to the bar a little later to take away the bodies. Upon learning that it was Ling Mo’s doing, the high-ranking leaders of the Cult immediately mobilized and headed for the location left behind by Ling Mo and the others, just as Xia Xinyan had anticipated.
So now their task is to go and haul in the net.
Late at night, in the car heading towards the destination, the chubby driver glanced at Ling Mo and Xia Xinyan in the back seat through the rearview mirror and couldn’t help but ask, “How did Miss Xia guess that they would all come out?”
Earlier in the bar, apart from the earlier shouting which was Ling Mo’s idea, everything else fell under Xia Xinyan’s arrangements, and the entire course of events matched her predictions almost perfectly, leaving the chubby driver impressed.
Xia Xinyan remained unfazed: “Because if they want to retaliate against us, they can only come out all together.”
Though she was a hands-off manager in her past life, she had led an organization for a while, so she was very familiar with this kind of petty chaos.
In the early stages of small organizations, power is simply decided by fists, and it’s quite normal for the strongest to be the boss—yet oftentimes, the strongest isn’t necessarily the best decision-maker. Just like Xia Xinyan, who had the self-awareness to dump all management responsibilities onto Tang Tang.
For a group of muscle-brained decision-makers who only believed in brute force, getting them all riled up is far too easy; it doesn’t even need much cunning, just a few provoking comments will get the job done—even if someone in the group realizes it’s a trap, they’ll probably choose to stay silent out of fear of the boss’s fist.
Let alone the fact that the Fire Cloud Cult is just a bunch of hooligans, likely lacking any knowledgeable think tank inside.
The chubby driver was enlightened by her theories: “I see… Miss Xia seems to be quite adept at this?”
He thought he had a high enough talent for managing organizations. In just over a month, he had the Chicks running quite decently. Yet now, this simple power clash showcased his shortcomings, and in contrast with Miss Xia, he felt even more bewildered.
It seemed the Miss Xia indeed had leadership skills; why would she let him be the boss?
“Because I was born into the Summer Family,” Xia Xinyan casually deflected, “I can offer you advice, but I’m not cut out to lead; you’re far more suited to it than I am.”
She suddenly realized that using her identity from the Summer Family was incredibly useful; she could cover many awkward explanations with it.
The chubby driver stroked his chin but didn’t say anything further: “In that case, please rest assured, Miss Xia. Since you’ve allowed me to lead the Chicks, I will surely deliver for you.”
In truth, if he was truly asked to step aside, he wouldn’t be willing—after all, he had invested much effort into this organization.
Just then, Ling Mo suddenly spoke up: “We’ve arrived.”
The chubby driver then pulled over by the roadside: “I’ll just be here to support you mentally.”
Though it’s just a small gang, gathering the top-level individuals gives it a god-fighting vibe, and as a mere mortal, he’d better not get involved.
Ling Mo opened the car door with a smile: “Don’t worry, we’ll be back soon.”
Tomorrow… no, it should be today. This afternoon is the next match, and they need to get a good night’s sleep to recharge before that; he wasn’t planning to waste too much time on this matter.
Perfect, he can use this bunch of small thugs to test out his new tricks.
