Chapter 1608 - 1622: Ghost Zhong Returns

Chapter 1608: Chapter 1622: Ghost Zhong Returns

Lin Mu felt confused and instinctively said: "But, construction requires upfront financing, and you’re broke now, how can you come up with so much money?"

"I’ll find a way."

"Find a way? How come I don’t see you finding a way to first pay my salary? Damn, now when I drive that beat-up car out, I have to pump my own gas." Hearing Lin Mu’s grumbling, Sophie felt deeply embarrassed and had no choice but to use her ultimate move, batting her eyelashes and pleading softly: "Won’t you help me out? Really, once the company is running smoothly, I’ll pay you back everything, okay?"

"Cut it out, empty promises are useless. Last time with Robert, you said the same thing. And then? You locked the door like a punk and even delayed the bills you didn’t need to pay..." At the mention of this, Lin Mu became furious.

"Not again!" Sophie blushed, muttering for a while before saying: "That’s all in the past, why bring it up again?"

"Who said it’s in the past? I remember it clearly." Lin Mu glanced at the beautiful CEO and clicked his tongue: "You want the horse to run but don’t let it graze, you’ve taken all the good deals. No way, this time I won’t labor for you."

"You’re raising the stakes, bullying me." Sophie stomped her foot, teary-eyed.

Lin Mu rolled his eyes and said coldly: "Wrong is wrong, your tears won’t help."

"You bastard." Sophie retracted her pitiful expression and kicked him hatefully, then asked in a huff: "Speak up, what do you want now?"

"Well." Lin Mu scratched his chin, and only when the beautiful CEO was on edge did he slowly say: "Pretend to be my wife, fake! My uncle is coming to the Pearl River Delta; he is my only relative and has always hoped I would continue the Li Family name. Help me act out a scene, pretend to be pregnant, walk around in front of him, and our debts will be settled, how about that?"

"Really?" Sophie was incredulous, her eyes widening. When did this deeply perverted bastard become so easy to talk to? Isn’t there some conspiracy behind this? But her thoughts aside, Sophie couldn’t let such a heavenly opportunity pass by. She eagerly nodded like a rattle, afraid Lin Mu might change his mind, "A gentleman’s word is his bond."

However, soon Sophie began to worry about her decision. Lin Mu seemed to have whispered something to Young Master Fang, who then looked at her with a mysterious expression, which made Sophie uncomfortable. She felt like a stunning concubine from an ancient noble family, paraded by the male head before guests...

Indeed, a woman’s intuition is terrifying. Lin Mu had just boasted, telling Fang Zhimin, ’That knockout behind you, your master can get her in a heartbeat,’ when Sophie sensed it.

But soon, her uncomfortable feeling vanished completely. Because under Lin Mu’s persuasive tongue, Young Master Fang, who was always into no-risk trade, agreed without even considering. After all, to him, as long as the quality is maintained, who earns isn’t the issue as he’ll certainly get his share.

"Lucky vixen, really lucky."

Where there’s joy, there’s also frustration. After learning the news, Liu Guodong’s face turned sour.

The cake originally divided between two suddenly became three, and the third party was his enemy, so Liu Guodong’s bad mood was only natural.

After agreeing on the next meeting time, the irrelevant people dispersed. Lin Mu had just driven the overly excited Sophie back to her villa when a sudden multimedia message made his heart beat uncontrollably fast...

"If you want her alive, come to West Mountain."

The multimedia message contained seven words and a photo.

The girl in the photo was none other than the supposedly deceased Ling Xiaoqiao. While she appeared weary and frightened, she seemed unharmed on the surface. Lin Mu was puzzled; if the photo was real, then who was the person brutally killed in the courtyard? But since the sender reached out, it was clear they wanted to lure him, and the motive hasn’t been achieved, making immediate execution seem unlikely.

Despite the confusion, by dusk, Lin Mu arrived promptly at the top of West Mountain.

The sunset scattered and smoke colored the sky. The blood-red sun lacked noon’s intensity but the mountain peak was still hot. Ling Xiaoqiao was hanging from an ancient green pine, her disheveled hair damply clinging to her cheeks. A breeze blew; though her body swayed with the branches, she’d already lost consciousness, totally unaware.

"Finally arrived, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, Lin Mu!"

Ghost Zhong sneered as he emerged from behind the ancient pine. His upper body was bare, displaying well-defined muscles, with a slight alteration in his appearance—the cold facial lines had softened, and his speech no longer carried a bloody, aggressive tone.

Lin Mu raised an eyebrow in surprise, "You?"

"Didn’t expect this, did you?" Ghost Zhong twisted his neck, producing a crackling sound from his spine. The feeling was akin to a hibernating serpent awakening suddenly, bringing a moment of impending danger that made Lin Mu’s eyes squint, "Didn’t expect a defeated opponent would have the audacity to come jump around. I’m really curious, who gave you so much courage? Do you think holding her hostage will make me surrender?"

"No, I won’t use her to threaten you, because that’s completely unnecessary."

Ghost Zhong crouched down, picked up a cup of water, and splashed it onto Ling Xiaoqiao’s face, causing her to moan as she opened her eyes. Her bewildered eyes gradually focused, "She’s just a spectator, a witness to my rise to glory, whereas you, Lin Mu, will certainly die today. I will crush your bones inch by inch with my fingers, letting you die in despair amidst your wails!"

As the word fell, Ghost Zhong moved. His speed had increased several times compared to before. His thoughts quickly shifted as he surged forward thirteen steps, "Heh!" He inhaled, tongue bursting like thunder. Ghost Zhong’s right foot halted, left knee slightly bent, whole body’s muscles crackled as the right fist exploded out like a cannon.

Chen Style Tai Chi Cannon Hammer.

This move in Ghost Zhong’s hands clearly had reached twelve points of essence. Though the fist hadn’t yet arrived, its fierce force surged forward, blowing Lin Mu’s upper garment backward like wind.

Lin Mu sighed, well damn, seeking a battering, stepped back half a pace, posturing in Shaolin Vajra Fist readiness.

"Bang" In a flash, the two fists collided. Lin Mu’s stance remained, while the momentum of the Cannon Hammer crashed like waves against a rock, dispersing and flowing sideways, tch-tch! Leaving two deep marks on the yellow earth, crushing grass leaves and stones into dust.