Chapter 333
Chapter 333 Ling Mo, Ling Mo
Tiger Ba Tian had looked into Ling Mo’s abilities.
After all, they had encountered each other once before and had even been temporary brothers during a dungeon quest. Plus, Ling Mo was quite famous online and could potentially become their opponent in future competitions. In short, Tiger Ba Tian had studied Ling Mo thoroughly.
It could be summed up in a simple phrase—
A humanoid Doreamon.
Whatever he could turn into, his ability was even a bit more powerful than Doreamon’s—after all, Doreamon’s fourth-dimensional pocket couldn’t possibly have a loudspeaker, which was just a useless item with a single function, but Ling Mo could conjure that up.
And he did it in this environment.
So, no matter how much he understood, experiencing Ling Mo’s true power firsthand was far more shocking. Tiger Ba Tian knew how strong the effects here were against them, but in such a situation, Ling Mo was conjuring up things as if it were nothing, appearing completely unaffected.
Just from that one scene, one could roughly gauge how strong he was at his peak without being suppressed.
To be honest, if he faced Ling Mo, Tiger Ba Tian felt he had almost no chance of winning.
The good thing was that they were allies now. Aside from the uncertainty of whether the God of War Cup would continue, at least Tiger Ba Tian knew that under the current relationship, they wouldn’t become enemies, and that was a good thing.
Moreover, it solidified his thoughts—he had to figure out how to get along with Ling Mo, even without the chicks saying anything.
And the most straightforward way to strengthen the bond of friendship between men was, of course, through life-and-death cooperation.
Although this was about handling his territory… but that didn’t matter.
So after Ling Mo suggested this, Tiger Ba Tian didn’t hesitate to agree: “Let’s do it Ling Mo’s way.”
Saying this, he took a few bombs and calmly said, “Ling Mo, Miss Summer, you two must pay attention to your safety. Don’t push yourselves.”
“Don’t worry,” Ling Mo smiled, “my safety doesn’t matter, but Xinyan’s safety is my top priority.”
Tiger Ba Tian paused for a moment and smiled back: “In any case… regardless of the outcome, I want to thank you on behalf of all my brothers at Tiger Hall, thank you for being willing to lend a hand.”
“Absolutely,” Ling Mo nodded, “Tiger Hall is an ally of the Chicks, and you are our friends. When friends are in trouble, of course we must help.”
With that, he waved his hand: “Alright, if there’s more to say, we can talk about it after we’ve handled things here. It’s time to act. Also, keep safe and don’t push yourselves.”
Tiger Ba Tian and the rooster head acknowledged him and left.
Xia Xinyan was still leaning her head, observing Ling Mo.
Noticing her gaze, Ling Mo turned to her and smiled: “What’s up?”
“I’ve noticed you’re becoming more and more like a leader,” Xia Xinyan suddenly said, “Do you want to take over the Chicks?”
Ling Mo had seemed disinterested in Chicks affairs before; she could feel that.
Just like her former self, even though she had cultivated her own power, she had thrown all the affairs to Tang Tang, being nothing more than a hands-off boss.
Not to exaggerate, with that kind of management style, if Tang Tang chose to betray her, she would have absolutely no chance of reclaiming her power.
Because the true boss was Tang Tang; she had established faith among the subordinates, while she was merely a nominal boss who viewed them as tools—only taking while rarely giving.
She understood all of this.
She just thought she lacked the talent for managing an organization and was too lazy to get involved in those matters. Since she had entrusted everything to Tang Tang, it was a sign of trust; she believed Tang Tang wouldn’t betray her—and indeed, that was the case.
She thought Ling Mo this lifetime would be like her, handing over the Chicks to the fatty, becoming a total hands-off boss.
But recently, she had noticed Ling Mo was caring more and more about Chicks affairs.
It seemed that ever since she handed over all internal affairs to Tang Tang, Ling Mo had begun intentionally engaging with those matters, even consulting the fatty several times, moving the fatty to exclaim, “You finally decided to manage something!”
Ling Mo’s change was definitely good news for the Chicks, but it left Xia Xinyan feeling a bit unfamiliar.
No… it wasn’t quite unfamiliar. It was more like the image of Ling Mo before her was increasingly disconnected from her understanding of “Ling Mo.”
Sometimes it even made her feel like this Ling Mo and the “Ling Mo” she knew—herself in a previous life—were merely two people with the same name.
Or, perhaps she had completely pushed Ling Mo onto a life path entirely different from her memories.
More accurately, it was her emergence that led Ling Mo down this path.
Calling it cultivation wouldn’t be wrong, but clearly, this cultivation had gone awry.
To the point that Xia Xinyan herself had thoughts along the lines of, “What on earth did I cultivate?”
She didn’t know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.
If she viewed Ling Mo without the label of the “Ling Mo” in her memories, then the only identity he had left for her was simply that of her boyfriend.
Her boyfriend…
Xia Xinyan’s thoughts drifted a bit again.
Until Ling Mo spoke up: “The Chicks were originally built by us, why would I want to take it over?”
With a smile, he continued, “I know what you mean. The Chicks have come this far largely thanks to Zhang Daril’s efforts, but I’m not trying to oust him. He will still be in that position and will forever remain there—I just want to fulfill the duties I should as part of this position. The three of us are the founders of the Chicks, aren’t we?”
He had never considered usurping power because there was simply no need.
The fatty’s character was such that once he had decided on friends, he would never betray them; he wouldn’t foster thoughts of overpowering them when he became powerful enough. Simply put, they were a collective, and each person should contribute something to the group; otherwise, even if they enjoyed the benefits it provided, they wouldn’t feel at ease.
The most important point was that Ling Mo couldn’t wait any longer.
He wanted the Chicks to grow faster; it was his support and would be their voice in the future.
Just having individual strength wasn’t enough; he needed a powerful faction—strong enough to stand toe-to-toe with the Summer Family—to even have the right to approach them, to say to Summer Xinyan’s parents, “I wish to court your daughter.”
Boyfriend-girlfriend relations were ultimately not enough; only after getting married could he completely tie Xinyan to him.
At that point, he would have plenty of time to play games of testing boundaries with her.
That was his selfish desire.
