"Master, those two people just now were so strange, their bodies clearly have no fluctuation of True Yuan, but they don't seem like ordinary people," Yingzi furrowed her brows and whispered.
"Those two people are Superpower Users and their strength is not low," Lin Mo said indifferently.
The fact that they hadn't detected Lin Mo's strength just now was because Lin Mo's cultivation was too high, he had already reached the Realm of Return to Nature.
On the other hand, Yingzi was an Intermediate Martial God with profound True Yuan, and it seemed those two had noticed as well.
"Don't worry about them, let's find a room to rest first."
Lin Mo took the room card and entered the room with Yingzi.
The two of them only opened one room, since neither of them needed sleep, their rest usually consisted of cultivation.
"If it weren't for Qing Xuan using a Secret Technique, I would have been able to track him down with my Divine Sense and wouldn't have wasted so much time," Lin Mo sighed, crossed his legs, and began to cultivate.
Yingzi also sat cross-legged next to him, cultivating through breathing.
If an outsider were to see, they would surely notice that both were enveloped in white Spiritual Energy, with Lin Mo sitting in the air, like an Immortal.
...
"Miss, those two people just now seem to be not simple, they seem like martial artists from Huaxia," said the blonde foreign young man who just entered the hotel room. Suddenly, he spoke, his Mandarin surprisingly standard. If one didn't look at his face, they would have thought he was a Huaxia person.
Tang Yitong leaned on a genuine leather sofa, holding a glass of Bordeaux red wine, "This place has seen a lot of martial artists recently, something significant is bound to happen, Norman, I'd like to stay here a bit longer."
"Ah?" Norman's face showed surprise, his eyebrows knitted tightly, "Miss, coming to Huaxia in secret with you, I don't know how the Sect Leader will punish me afterward. Moreover, Puchang has had many mysterious people lately, some of whom even I cannot see through. We should leave here as soon as possible. If something happens to you, I won't be able to bear the responsibility."
"Norman, I didn't expect you to be such a coward," Tang Yitong's lips curled into a cold smile as she took a light sip of her red wine.
Norman shook his head helplessly, "Miss, it's not that I'm a coward, I'm concerned for your safety. Besides, if our location were known to GOD, it would certainly bring assassins."
"Alright, I came back to pay tribute to my mother. Once it's done, we'll leave here tomorrow," Tang Yitong put down her wine glass with a pout.
"That's good then, I'll prepare our plane tickets for tomorrow. You should rest first, Miss," Norman bowed gracefully, placing his right hand on his left chest, then promptly left the hotel room.
As the night fell, Lin Mo, who was in a state of cultivation, suddenly opened his eyes, frowning slightly.
In his Divine Sense, two people carrying a murderous aura were quickly sneaking into the hotel.
However, it seemed that the murderous intent wasn't aimed at him. Lin Mo glanced at Yingzi, who was still in cultivation, and without disturbing her, he quietly left the room.
Lin Mo performed an Invisibility Technique and then walked to the floor above him in the hotel, where the presidential suite was located. The person able to stay there must surely have a special identity.
Upstairs, indeed, there were two men in tight black leather standing in front of a door.
"The target is inside."
The two spoke in English, but Lin Mo understood their intentions through his Divine Sense.
It seemed those two were indeed not coming for him.
"Kill her, and the US Dollars are ours."
One of them said, raising his palm with a green edge of Wind Blade appearing like a sword.
Since the matter had nothing to do with him, Lin Mo did not intend to interfere. Just as he was about to leave, suddenly a cold voice rang out.
"Do you two gentlemen think you can disturb my Miss in the middle of the night without my consent, Norman? Looks like you won't need to leave tonight."
The speaker emerged from another room, a foreign male with blond hair and blue eyes—it was the very man they had encountered this afternoon.
Could it be that the two assassins wanted to kill the mixed-race woman who was with him?
As soon as the foreign male stepped out, the two assassins made their move. Their figures blurred, and their Green Wind Blades viciously cleaved through the air.
Norman's eyes widened as his body radiated with a golden light. He extended his palm and with a loud bang, the green wind blade struck as if it had hit metal, emitting a sonorous clang.
"An A-level Superpower User," muttered the man wielding the Green Wind Blade, frowning.
The other assassin attacked at the same time, launching a ferocious kick that tore through the air with a sound like breaking open the sky, its speed akin to lightning.
Norman was kicked and sent flying, skidding along the ground for over ten meters before coming to a stop.
Lin Mo, standing at the corner, had already seen clearly: all three of these people were A-level Superpower Users, their strength surpassing even that of a Basic-level Martial God.
"Norman, what happened?"
At this moment, Tang Yitong from inside the hotel suddenly opened her room door, dressed in a blue nightgown, and stood at the doorway with her wide-eyed gaze.
"Miss, hurry back inside," Norman said, his face showing signs of anxiety. The two assassins glanced at each other, "I'll hold off this guy, you kill the woman."
One of them covered both palms in a murky green aura as sharp as blade tips, thrusting straight at Norman.
The other went straight for Tang Yitong.
Tang Yitong reacted quickly, instantly dodging, but the assassin was like a shadow following her, kicking a big hole through the wooden door with one foot.
"Miss, be careful," Norman burst into golden radiance, like a raging lion, trying to shake off his enemy quickly to help Tang Yitong.
However, the opponent had already discerned his intent, attacking with a flurry of moves as relentless as a storm.
The difference in strength between the two wasn't substantial, and it was clearly strenuous for Norman to fend off the opponent's assault.
Lin Mo hesitated for a moment, then suddenly dashed into the room.
Tang Yitong's strength hadn't reached that of a Martial God, and it was obviously difficult for her to cope with the assassin. She suffered several cuts; her clothes were slashed, revealing the snowy white skin underneath.
Just as they were fighting, they suddenly saw a figure rush in.
Tang Yitong and the other assassin both paused, surprised by the unexpected intruder.
"Get lost!"
The assassin's eyes widened with murderous intent, and he sent a Wind Blade slashing towards Lin Mo's throat with a backhanded strike.
Lin Mo formed a spell with his fingers, hesitated for a moment, then instantly dissipated the spell, sweeping his leg sideways in an oddly poised motion, dodging the opponent's Wind Blade.
The Wind Blade cleaved into the sofa, instantly leaving a large gash.
At that very moment, Lin Mo's foot struck the assassin's chest. The assailant spat out blood, crashed through the wooden door, and flew out into the corridor.
"There's no time, we have to go now!"
Suddenly, the two assassins exchanged a glance and jumped out the window, making their escape.
All of this may sound slow, but in actuality, it all happened in less than three minutes. The hotel had a security system. Assassins valued timing above all else when killing; the longer the delay, the more complicated things would become.
As the assassins fled, Norman didn't pursue them further. Instead, he quickly returned to the room to check on Tang Yitong. Patting his chest, he said, "My God, Miss, it's a good thing you're safe. If anything had happened to you, I would have had to take my head back."
"It's fine, I'm not hurt now, am I?"
As Tang Yitong spoke, her gaze fell on Lin Mo with a hint of suspicion and gratitude, "Thank you for what you did just now."