Awakening the Daily Intelligence System

Chapter 496: 189, Elder Mr. Chen, we finally meet officially! _1

Seeing Lin Mo slowly walk out, Chen Shanhe’s face turned pale, his fingers trembling slightly inside his sleeve.

He wasn’t panicked like Ichiro Toyota; instead, there was a sense of resignation.

Chen Shanhe slowly closed his eyes, taking a deep breath of the murky American air.

No one else disturbed him, including Lin Mo, who simply sat in the chair behind the office desk, silently waiting for Chen Shanhe to regain his composure.

Such a scene had appeared countless times in Lin Mo’s mind.

Especially in his dreams, he often envisioned the scenario of settling things with Chen Shanhe and then living with his family back in Grand Xia.

Finally…

After nearly three years of effort, the day had finally come.

Lin Mo wasn’t in a rush; he had plenty of time, and there were many fun places and interesting countries he could visit with his family in the future.

He also knew that Chen Shanhe no longer had that chance.

The ending waiting for him was destined to be bleak.

So, at this historic moment, Lin Mo was willing to let Chen Shanhe adjust to a relatively stable mood, and then have a friendly conversation with this respectable opponent.

After all, these past three years were also a part of Lin Mo’s youth!

If it weren’t for the trouble brought by Chen Shanhe, he might just have been a mysterious billionaire now, but certainly wouldn’t have today’s status and perspectives.

A blessing in disguise.

From another angle, Lin Mo indeed experienced significant growth and progress.

After waiting for a full minute, Chen Shanhe slowly opened his eyes; his eyes, which had dimmed, fell on Lin Mo and he calmly asked, “Can you ask them all to leave?”

His tone wasn’t pleading, but rather, it was like the way they interacted in Beihai City when they both had changed their appearances and communicated.

“Of course.”

Lin Mo readily agreed to the request, gesturing with his hand, “Mr. Hester, King Toyota, please wait outside for a moment.”

Johnson Hester naturally didn’t say much, nodding his head slightly in agreement.

Ichiro Toyota, clenching his fists, was reluctant to leave.

He wanted to say something to Chen Shanhe, but he didn’t know how to begin.

From the moment he saw Lin Mo, he knew they were done for.

Not only would Chen Shanhe face misfortune, but he, the frontman lackey, certainly wouldn’t end up well either.

They were grasshoppers tied to the same string, sharing both glory and misfortune.

“Ah…”

“Be it.”

“The victor becomes king, the loser the outcast!”

Chen Shanhe sighed heavily and waved his hand, “Toyota, you go out, I’d like to have a private chat with this old friend.”

Only after receiving Chen Shanhe’s nod did Ichiro Toyota turn around, unwillingly, and walk out.

Johnson Hester followed behind him.

Just as the office door opened, Ichiro Toyota saw several armed personnel in CIA uniforms, fully equipped, standing at the door.

Johnson Hester hadn’t deceived him.

If he had dared to make any strange moves just now, it was quite possible that he would have already been decapitated.

In Japan, he was a King, but in the eyes of a Duke in America, he was nothing more than an obedient dog.

And moreover, a dog that could be replaced at any time.

Click.

The office door was shut firmly, leaving only Lin Mo seated behind the desk and Chen Shanhe standing in the vast room.

Their gazes met; the atmosphere wasn’t particularly tense or heavy.

Instead, it was as if two old friends who hadn’t met for a long time were both eager to find out what the other had been up to and what thoughts were held in their hearts.

It was Chen Shanhe who eventually broke the silence, nodding toward the still open secret door, “So, the ten-plus minutes of waiting just now, was it for you to remove your disguise?”

Lin Mo nodded, saying calmly, “Yes, you guessed correctly. After all, since I was meeting you, I did not want us both to be in disguise like last time; that wouldn’t be in keeping with the Grand Xia way of hospitality.”

“But what I don’t know is whether you still consider yourself a Grand Xia national.”

Lin Mo didn’t conceal the contempt in his eyes, because he had been quite troubled by many of Chen Shanhe’s actions.

Like how Chen Shanhe, in order to protect himself, was willing to hand over what could be considered a critical Grand Xia weapon—the glide ballistic mathematical model—to an American Duke.

Doing such a thing, he truly didn’t deserve to be called a Grand Xia man.

Lin Mo didn’t consider himself a good person, but he definitely wouldn’t do something like that.

“I certainly count as a Grand Xia man.”

Chen Shanhe, aware that his end was near and having relaxed quite a bit, took a seat opposite Lin Mo, saying calmly, “I’m like you, just trying to survive.”

“Don’t you see, Lin Mo? We are actually the same kind of person.”

Lin Mo smiled ambiguously, not saying anything.

He admitted to himself that he and Chen Shanhe shared similarities, but he absolutely didn’t think they were the same kind of person.

Leaving aside the feelings for Grand Xia, Lin Mo could never remain as composed as Chen Shanhe when his son was taken, let alone be indifferent.

If measured in percentage, Lin Mo had always felt that his family accounted for at least 70% of his life’s importance.

And Chen Shanhe?

To him, family members were merely expendable.

The Rakshasa Chen Family wiped out, he could quickly build up a new force and family in another city or country.