Awakening the Daily Intelligence System

Mr. Bai then extended the key to the woman on his right, had her spit on it too, and then threw the car keys onto the ground, laughing as he said, “You see, I couldn’t hold on to it steady after drinking so much.”

“Mr. Zhang, would you mind picking up the keys and wiping them clean for me?”

“We were colleagues before, a little favor like this, you wouldn’t refuse to help, right?”

Zhang Yihua glared at the car keys that had fallen to the ground, his heart already seething with rage, but he had to endure it.

His family was going through hard times now, his mother’s condition was getting worse, and she couldn’t withstand any more upset.

Zhang Yihua had thought it through clearly.

If his mother truly passed away, he would be willing to risk everything, seek out Lin Mo, and help him confront those so-called important figures.

He didn’t hate Lin Mo, but he hated Chen Shanhe, and Chen Kainan, who had changed his fate.

If it hadn’t been for them, his “Divine Enthronement” comic wouldn’t have been forced offline, and he wouldn’t be unable to find even a job.

And the reason he was sure that Lin Mo was still alive was because the warrant was still out, and the buzz around it was clearly abnormal.

Being someone from the comic circle, he of course knew there was someone behind this.

Moreover, in the past six months, Zhang Yihua hadn’t stopped covertly investigating information on Chen Kainan and Chen Shanhe.

Plus, he had discovered that someone was trailing him every day.

“I’ll pick it up, I’ll pick it up.”

Zhang Yihua bent down, lowered his head, intending to silently endure it all, but just as he was about to pick up the saliva-covered car keys, he caught sight of a message on his phone screen.

[Hello everyone, I’m Lin Mo, a fugitive with a bounty of a million. I have something to say, if you are interested, please enter ) the live broadcast room.]

[By entering the broadcast room, you can receive a 100 yuan red packet, and for every minute you stay, you will receive various amounts of red packet rewards.]

“Lin Mo?!”

“He’s going to continue live streaming after all!”

Zhang Yihua was instantly stunned, his pupils quivering, his body shaking uncontrollably, and the next second, his fingers involuntarily clicked into the live broadcast room.

“I tell you to pick up keys and you play with your phone?”

Seeing Zhang Yihua not picking up the keys but instead looking at his phone, Mr. Bai got angry, rushed over, grabbed Zhang Yihua by the collar, ready to spew some harsh words, only to meet Zhang Yihua’s eyes, which were filled with an icy coldness, staring deathly at him.

That gaze was as if he wanted to kill him.

Gulp…

Mr. Bai was frightened, he wasn’t much of a tough character to begin with, and after seeing this scene, he quickly let go, retreating while saying, “Dammit, just you wait.”

“I’ll make sure you can’t even work as a ride-share driver or delivery man tomorrow!”

“What are you two standing around for, come with me!”

In his panic, he picked up the car keys and got into the car with the two women.

Zhang Yihua couldn’t care less about him at the moment, as his attention was drawn back to the screen showing Lin Mo and his family. After a moment’s thought, he quickly typed and sent a message.

[Lin Mo, where are you? This is Zhang Yihua, I’ve run into a lot of trouble, can you… can you help me?]

He didn’t want to ask Lin Mo for help, because he knew Lin Mo must be going through tough times too, but right now, he had to find a way to get some money, and maybe there was still hope for his mother’s illness!

…

Outside the Chen Family villa in Rakshasa City.

“Biao…”

“Good evening, Biao.”

“Hello, Biao.”

Hu Biao, with a scar across his face, dressed in a sharp suit, cigarette in his left hand and walkie-talkie in the right, strode into the villa.

Each security guard greeted him with utmost courtesy.

Hu Biao ignored them and went straight into the villa, hurried upstairs and stopped in front of the first room.

Knock…knock…

“Come in.”

A woman’s voice came from inside the door.

Hu Biao straightened his clothes, shook his neck, which was uncomfortably constricted by the tie, and with a smile entered the room.

The room wasn’t large, its layout resembled that of an executive office in a company.

At that moment, a well-dressed, elegant woman in her fifties, bearing a slight resemblance to Chen Kainan, sat behind the office desk, sizing him up.

Hu Biao took a couple of quick steps to the desk, bowed slightly, and humbly said, “Madam, did you want to see me?”

The lady’s face was grave, evidently preoccupied with serious thoughts, and she inquired, “Hu Biao, any news of my son lately?”

Indeed,

She was Chen Kainan’s mother and the nominal wife of Elder Chen.

With her son missing for nearly a year, Elder Chen clearly wasn’t going to help her look for him. Her nominal husband, upon discovering Chen Kainan was his brother, had no intention of looking for Kainan either.

He wanted to kill Kainan even more than Lin Mo did.

After such a long time, the only one still concerned about Kainan’s safety was this lady in the office.

But what good was her worry?

Her scandal was already well known within the family. No one dared to speak ill of Elder Chen, not even behind his back, and as a woman who had lost favor, she naturally became the topic of gossip.

She was still allowed to live in the Chen household simply because Elder Chen cherished the memory of one passionate night.

Hu Biao’s lips twitched as he said with difficulty, “Madam…this is really difficult for me. If Elder Chen can’t find him, I truly have very little to go on.”

“The Lin Mo family has been wanted for nearly a year, but you’ve seen the results…”