Chapter 192 Is He a God? (1)
Ling Mo's complexion wasn't good, but it wasn't bad either. He walked in through the door leisurely and calmly, and then sat down on the first seat slowly. His black eyes were as bright as glass, without any trace of emotion. , Scanning everyone present.

Those who can attend such a meeting must have a certain status and status in the "Mad World".

Such a group of important people were so intimidated by Ling Mo's sharp and deep eyes that they didn't even dare to breathe.

For a while, the huge conference room was quiet, and even the sound of a needle falling could be heard.

Seeing that Ling Mo hadn't spoken for a long time, he was really brave enough to speak first.

That person was none other than Sun Hanming, a senior veteran.

He got up from the chair, his voice was loud and passionate, "Master, COZY's body is in the police station, according to everyone here..."

"According to what you guys mean, go directly to the police station to snatch the corpse." Before he could finish speaking, Ling Mo had already interrupted his words. His voice was still calm, but with an imperceptible coldness.

Sun Hanming was stunned for a moment, then nodded immediately, "That's exactly what we mean."

"Do you really believe in the legend about the treasures in the 'Mad World'?" Ling Mo raised his eyebrows and asked instead of answering.

Sun Hanming's face immediately changed, and he looked straight at Ling Mo, "What do you mean by that?"

"If I say that this is just a big lie, will you believe it?" Ling Mo casually took care of everyone present.

"You said that the treasure of 'Mad World' is a big lie. In other words, it doesn't exist at all?" Sun Hanming's eyes widened in disbelief. This time, following Ling Mo's words, whispers started to sound in the meeting room.

"I don't believe that this secret has been passed down from generation to generation in the 'Mad World', how could it be fake!" Another person stood up.

In the face of money, there is no shortage of brave men.

The man in the first seat looked at the group of people on the round table who followed his words, one by one became angrier and more excited, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, and a smile appeared calmly, "Could it be possible that I will lie to you!"

"We don't suspect that you lied to us. After all, it is because of the funds secretly funded by Ling that 'Mad World' can survive until today." A person with knowledge of current affairs stood up for Junjie and said this.

He was telling the truth. In the past three years, if it wasn't for the funds provided by the Ling family, "Mad World" probably could only make a living by selling those sophisticated weapons.

In other words, the Ling family has actually become an indispensable reliance for "Mad World" to survive.

"Since there are still people who know this, it will be much easier to handle." Ling Mo folded his hands behind his head and leaned against the back of the chair. "Su Mojie bring the things up."

Hearing the order, Su Mojie took out a pen from his pocket, stepped forward, and walked to Ling Mo's side.

Under the puzzled eyes of everyone, he pressed the switch on the top, and with a hoarse voice, slowly flowed out from the inconspicuous pen.

"Didn't you ask me why I inherited the 'Mad World' but didn't have a jade pendant? Let me tell you the truth. In fact, any treasure or any jade pendant is the key to the treasure, and it's all a lie."

Hearing this, the crowd made a noise.

Someone who was newly promoted to the top of "Mad World" asked the elders around him in puzzlement, "Who is this?"

"good."

"Isn't he already dead?" The newcomer was puzzled again.

"Idiot, you didn't see it was a recording!"

The newcomer was about to speak, but the voice recorder came out again, "If there is no legend of the treasure, do you think 'Mad World' will stand for a hundred years?"

In other words, the treasure is just a lie told by the creator of "Mad World" so that "Mad World" can be passed on from generation to generation and never be erased.

"I don't believe it!" After a paragraph was finished, it was Sun Hanming who jumped out first, "Just relying on a pen and a sentence without reconciliation, I want to say that the treasure is nothing at all, I will never believe it!"

He looked at the others present, "Do you believe it?"

Sun Hanming deserved to be a senior figure, he was indeed a bit more cunning than ordinary people, and he also knew how to put pressure on Ling Mo to the greatest extent.

There was another murmur among the crowd.

Ling Mo said, "Uncle Yisun, look, what should we do now?"

"It's very simple. Since COZY's body is in the police station, go and snatch it out before the autopsy. Then, it will be clear whether there is a real treasure in 'Mad World' or it is just a lie."

Ling Mo looked around at the others, "You all think so too?"

The people at the round table were divided into three factions on this opinion, one faction agreed, one faction opposed, and the other faction remained neutral and waited for the result.

"Stop arguing!" Su Mojie took out his gun and slammed it on the table.

The people in the room were suddenly silent.

"Su Mojie, everyone in this room is higher than you. How dare you threaten us with a gun and want to rebel?" Sun Hanming jumped out again.

A vein popped out of Su Mojie's neck, and he was about to take a step forward when Ling Mo waved his hand to stop him.

Looking at the various faces in front of him, he said lightly, "Everyone wants to go to the police station to grab the corpse, I have no objection, but... if it affects Ling's, I, Ling Mo, will take no responsibility for the consequences!"

Ling Mo's words did not intend to pour a basin of cold water on Sun Hanming and his ilk.

Although Sun Hanming liked to rely on the old to sell the old, he was confused by the so-called treasures, but he couldn't help but be stunned by Ling Mo's words. Seeing that he didn't speak, others naturally didn't dare to speak.

A meeting that was supposed to be aggressive and intended to lead Ling Mo to the army, in the end, it was completely defeated and the meeting ended in a hurry.

After everyone in the room retreated, Su Mojie put the gun back on his waist, "Brother Ling, Sun Han obviously doesn't believe it, do you want me to go..."

He made a silent gesture.

Ling Mo stretched out his hand and touched his own neck, the image of that man gnawing on the kiss popped into his mind, a smile could not help but overflow from the corner of his mouth, "With his old bones, you are not afraid of feeling uncomfortable."

(End of this chapter)

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