Chapter 92: A Beauty’s Call
Chapter 92: A Beauty’s Call
“Young Master Lin, please!”
The front door of the Bentley opened. A young man dressed in a black suit got out and quickly ran to the back door, then opened it.
Lin Mu nodded. There were many people around the school gate, and he didn’t want to linger. He got into the car and left directly.
“Wow! Was that a Bentley just now?”
“The extended version!”
“There’s even a bulletproof Mercedes-Benz following. Who is that person?”
“The one who got into the car just now… seems to be a student from our school?”
“That’s right, I recognize him. Isn’t that Lin Mu?”
“The Lin Mu who defeated Yagyū Kojirō?”
“Yes! That’s him!”
Students gathered in small groups at the school gate and started excitedly discussing. They were so thrilled, as if they themselves were the ones sitting in the car.
Not long after getting into the car, Lin Mu’s mobile phone rang. It was Song Yuru calling.
“Hello, A-Mu. I just heard from someone that you were picked up at the gate. Where are you going?”
“I’m going to take care of some business. I won’t be back for dinner tonight. You guys eat without me.”
“Okay. Be careful. Things haven’t been very peaceful lately.”
Song Yuru didn’t say much else. After a brief reminder, she hung up.
Seeing that Lin Mu had put down the phone, Wu Tianming, who was sitting nearby, grinned and said, “Was that your wife calling?”
Lin Mu shook his head gently. A slight smile appeared on his face. It felt really good to have someone care about him.
Sitting in the car, Lin Mu roughly looked over the inventory of supplies that Wu Tianming had tallied. He was shocked by what he saw. Although he had mentally prepared himself a little, knowing that Imperial Dynasty might have amassed quite a lot of wealth, the amount still exceeded his expectations.
Just the liquid funds alone were as much as five hundred million. That didn’t even include various other fixed assets. The total funds added up to around one billion. It was just a gang, yet they had so much money. It seemed their background wasn’t simple either.
“By the way, since you’ve taken over the former territory, have you started your own faction?”
Lin Mu smiled and glanced at Wu Tianming.
“Of course. I won’t use the old name. If we’re going to fight, we need to make our own reputation. Now we’re called Saber.”
Wu Tianming chuckled.
“Saber. Not bad. It suits your identity.”
Lin Mu nodded slightly.
“Oh, Young Master Lin, there’s a banquet tomorrow. Do you want to go check it out?”
Wu Tianming suddenly remembered something and asked Lin Mu.
“A banquet? What banquet?”
“It’s a monthly meeting of the big shots in Donghai. They get together to eat and exchange information. It’s organized by a formerly quite renowned elder brother, Fourth Master.”
Wu Tianming gave a simple introduction.
“Who is Fourth Master?”
Lin Mu had never heard of this person.
“He’s an elder brother who started in the underworld back in the fifties. He’s long since retired, but all the big shots in Donghai give him face. If there are any disputes, they usually go to him for mediation.”
“I see. Alright, I’ll go with you to take a look tomorrow.”
Lin Mu nodded, agreeing to it. He understood Wu Tianming’s intention. It was simply to have him show his face at such a formal occasion, so the other big shots would know who was behind Saber. Even if they had any ideas, they would think twice.
“Good. Thank you, Young Master Lin.”
Wu Tianming knew that his little scheme couldn’t escape Lin Mu’s notice, so he didn’t say anything more.
After handling the matters related to Saber, Lin Mu didn’t interfere with management at all. He only sought Saber’s help for minor tasks when needed. Usually, he didn’t bother with them at all.
By the time he returned home, it was already past ten o’clock. As soon as he entered, Lin Mu saw the three girls sitting together on the sofa. It had almost become a habit lately—as long as Lin Mu hadn’t returned, they wouldn’t go to sleep.
“A-Mu, you’re back? Have you eaten?”
Song Yuru turned her head and asked.
“I’ve eaten. I’m not a child. I won’t let myself go hungry.”
Lin Mu shook his head and smiled.
“What were you up to today?”
Ye Zixi, munching on a big apple, mumbled as she asked.
“It’s about the incident with Shiyun last time. The people behind Imperial Dynasty have changed. I went to greet them.”
“You didn’t join some gang, did you?”
Song Yuru was instantly alarmed. People in gangs weren’t good folks. If Lin Mu got involved with them, he would only be in more danger.
“Of course not. Why would I join a gang? I just went to greet them. I might ask them for some small favors in the future, but that’s all.”
Lin Mu grinned and walked over to the sofa to sit down.
“This apple is really sweet. Have a bite.”
Ye Zixi smiled and came closer, pushing the apple toward Lin Mu’s mouth.
Lin Mu gave a helpless smile and took a big bite.
“Stop fooling around! We’re talking about serious matters!”
Song Yuru shot a glare at Ye Zixi, who then pouted and started munching hard on her apple.
“It’s better to have less contact with those gang people. After all, it’s a mixed bag—all sorts of folks are there. Your situation is dangerous enough as it is. Don’t add more trouble.”
“Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing. Nothing will go wrong.”
The four of them chatted for a while longer, then each went back to their rooms to rest. Lin Mu still used meditation cultivation in place of sleep. But he had cultivated for less than two hours when his phone vibrated softly.
It was already the middle of the night. Who could be calling at this hour?
Lin Mu frowned slightly. With a thought, his Zhenqi instantly converged and returned to his Dantian. Then he slightly opened his eyes and glanced at the mobile phone on the bedside table.
The caller ID showed the name Luo Bingyun. Lin Mu was slightly startled, then answered the call.
“Hello, Bingyun. Why aren’t you asleep so late?”
“A-Mu, can you come over?”
Luo Bingyun’s voice trembled slightly, as if she had been crying.
“What’s wrong, Bingyun?”
“I… I’m really scared. Can you come over and stay with me for a bit?”
Over the phone, Luo Bingyun had already started to sob.
“Okay, I’ll come right away. Wait for me.”
Putting down the phone, Lin Mu immediately got up and put on his clothes, then quietly left home.
Just as Lin Mu left the house, a dark figure silently opened a door on the second floor. In a flash, it reached the balcony and watched as Lin Mu quickly left the residential area.
Moonlight fell on that dark figure, revealing a lovely and charming face. It was Ye Zixi.
Watching Lin Mu’s retreating back, Ye Zixi stood on the balcony as if lost in thought. Only after a good while did she quietly return to her room.
Among the three girls, only Ye Zixi, who had cultivated Zhenqi, could detect Lin Mu’s movements. The other two girls were already fast asleep and had no idea.
Hailing a taxi, Lin Mu quickly arrived at a luxurious residential area. However, this wasn’t a villa district, but rather top-tier commercial housing. With first-class layout designs and high-end luxurious decorations, the prices here even surpassed those of villa districts.
The residential area had a pleasant name: Yuansheng Yipin.
Because Luo Bingyun represented her family in investing in Huaxia, she had also bought a residence in Donghai, planning to stay here long-term for work convenience.
Last time, when she was driving her sports car and nearly drowned in the Zhonghuan Tunnel, Lin Mu had saved her and taken her home once, so he knew she lived here.
Although every building had an elevator, Lin Mu didn’t wait for it. Instead, he quickly took the stairs, almost leaping directly to each stair landing.
In less than a minute, he had reached the thirtieth floor. For someone of his physical fitness, this level of exercise was negligible—not even enough to make him breathe heavily.
He had just pressed the doorbell; before it could ring a second time, the door was already opened. Then Lin Mu saw Luo Bingyun standing behind the door, her eyes red.
“A-Mu.”
Seeing Lin Mu, Luo Bingyun’s eyes welled up again. Crystal tears spilled from her eyes as she threw herself directly into Lin Mu’s arms.
“Don’t cry. What’s wrong? Tell me what happened.”
Holding Luo Bingyun, Lin Mu had no idea what had happened. Why had the usually strong Luo Bingyun suddenly become so vulnerable? Half holding, half embracing her, Lin Mu closed the door behind them.
“I’m so scared, A-Mu. These past few days, whenever I close my eyes, the scene from that day in the tunnel appears in my mind. Several times, I couldn’t breathe in my dreams and woke up suddenly in the middle of the night.”
Luo Bingyun curled up beside Lin Mu, weeping silently.
“Don’t be afraid. It’s all over now. It’s okay. Everything is fine.”
Lin Mu sighed inwardly and gently stroked Luo Bingyun’s beautiful hair.
The Luo Family’s young lady that others envied and admired, the successful woman adorned with countless halos—stripped of all superficial glamour, at her core, she was just a young woman.
The tunnel experience was something anyone would remember for a lifetime. Not everyone gets to experience the feeling of nearing death. That feeling is truly chilling.
Many people have the courage to commit suicide, but if they survive, they absolutely dare not attempt it a second time. The reason is precisely because they’ve experienced that feeling—the terror of teetering on the edge of life and death.
“I’m so scared, really scared. As soon as I close my eyes, it feels like I’m back in that tunnel. Water all around, no end in sight. Unable to breathe, just slowly waiting for death to come.”
Luo Bingyun slowly shook her head and moved even closer to Lin Mu.
Looking at Luo Bingyun curled up into a ball, Lin Mu’s heart ached slightly.
Alone, representing her family to expand the market in Huaxia—who could understand the pressure on her shoulders? And who could she confide in?
Beneath that seemingly strong exterior was actually a heart that had become very fragile.
The tunnel incident had completely shattered Luo Bingyun’s psychological defenses. Lin Mu couldn’t even imagine how she had made it through these past few days. He had originally thought Luo Bingyun was strong enough, but now he realized he was wrong.
If she hadn’t completely broken down and been unable to cope any longer, Luo Bingyun would never have called him. Every day, as soon as she closed her eyes, she faced such nightmares. Only today had she finally dialed his number.