It took Jin Yingjun a long while to struggle up from the ground before he looked toward Lin Mo in the classroom with a dark and cold glare, grinding his teeth as he muttered:
"Asshole! I will definitely not let you go. You dare to hit Jin Yingjun? Just you wait, I won't let you survive tonight!"
For Lin Mo, Jin Yingjun was completely insignificant; to him, such people were mere jesters.
Yet, if the jester was too annoying, Lin Mo wouldn't mind wiping him out.
At noon when school was dismissed, Wu Yifan approached Lin Mo and said:
"Boss, you treated us to a big meal last time."
"This time, it's my turn to treat you!"
Hearing this, the chubby member laughed, "Yifan, when did you become rich?"
Zhuang Zhou said with disdain, "It's all because his mom was waiting for him at the school gate, specially bringing him clothes and money."
Wu Yifan rolled his eyes, "Yeesh, can't you put it less bluntly? I admit I'm a rich second generation, but I still spend money sparingly. However, I'm never stingy with my brothers, so I plan to treat you guys well with the money my mom gave me this time."
"What are we waiting for then? Yifan, I must tell you, this time I'm going to eat till I'm stuffed!" The chubby one patted his belly and grinned cheekily.
"No problem, let's go, brothers."
Wu Yifan chuckled and waved his hand generously, exuding the air of a tycoon.
Soon, the group reached the school gate.
Next to the school, a Rolls-Royce was parked, and a middle-aged woman wearing sunglasses stepped out.
She was fashionably dressed, wearing clothes that looked quite valuable.
She first looked at Wu Yifan fondly, then glanced at Lin Mo and the others, slightly frowning.
Then, she took a cardigan from the car and handed it to Wu Yifan:
"Yifan, this is what mom brought back for you from abroad."
The chubby one and Zhuang Zhou glanced instinctively, only to suddenly exclaim:
"Holy smokes, it's an Aili Gang brand, worth at least a hundred thousand! Yifan's family is really rich."
Mrs. Wu glanced at the chubby one and Zhuang Zhou, who immediately smiled and said, "Hello, Auntie."
Mrs. Wu nodded slightly, then solemnly spoke to Wu Yifan:
"Yifan, Mom knows that you need to make friends in university."
"But when making friends, you also need to distinguish between levels—what friendships to make and what not to make."
"If some people are after your money, and since mom can't always be by your side, be careful not to be swindled."
Though Mrs. Wu seemed to be kindly reminding Wu Yifan, her words were actually meant for Lin Mo and his friends.
The chubby one and Zhuang Zhou looked a bit awkward, unsure of what to say since she was Wu Yifan's mother.
At that moment, Mrs. Wu's gaze landed on Lin Mo, her expression growing more displeased:
"Yifan, is he also your friend?"
Wu Yifan smiled proudly, pointing to Lin Mo, and took the initiative to introduce him:
"Mom, he's the boss I recognize at school, he..."
"Wu Yifan!"
However, before he could finish, Mrs. Wu's expression turned cold as she scolded:
"Wu Yifan, what did you just say? He's your boss?"
For a moment, Mrs. Wu stared at Lin Mo with even more anger:
"I warn you, don't bully my son in school, and if you dare extort him, I won't let it go!"
Wu Yifan was somewhat caught between laughter and tears, hastily explaining: "Mom, it's not what you think; he's my good brother. But, he's very capable, and I really respect him, that's why I call him boss."
Mrs. Wu looked Lin Mo up and down and furrowed her brows deeply, saying,
"I don't see any capability, but I do feel that this person is quite arrogant. He didn't even call me auntie when he saw me!"
"Stay away from someone like this in the future."
Hearing this, Wu Yifan was stunned and said with some immense frustration, "Mom, how can you say that about Brother Mo? That's too much."
"Too much? I'm doing this for your own good!" Mrs. Wu grew increasingly agitated, and in her anger, she slapped Wu Yifan across the face:
"Wu Yifan, you are becoming more and more rebellious, making friends with all the wrong people, and now even talking back to your mother. Do you still even consider me your mother?"
Wu Yifan clenched his teeth and, touching his burning cheek, did not apologize to Mrs. Wu but instead said to Lin Mo with full remorse,
"Boss, I'm sorry, my mom is too narrow-minded."
Lin Mo smiled faintly, "It's okay."
But Mrs. Wu was relentless, her anger intensifying, "Wu Yifan, you are completely out of line. What kind of spell has he cast on you? You respect him more than your own mother. I have really raised you in vain all these years."
Just as she was seething with anger, an elderly man wearing black-framed glasses approached Lin Mo with a beaming smile, excitedly saying,
"I never thought I would meet Mr. Lin here."
Mrs. Wu, still furious, paused when she recognized the elderly man,
"That... isn't that Professor Li from Huaqing University?"
Mrs. Wu was completely dumbfounded. Knowing the status of Professor Li from Huaqing University, even her husband would treat him with the utmost respect.
And now that Professor Li, whom she had just scolded as arrogant only moments ago, was treating him with such reverence?
In an instant, Mrs. Wu felt as if she had been struck by thunder.
Her son, Wu Yifan, wasn't following some arrogant figure; he had befriended a powerful figure with a terrifying identity.
And he was only seventeen or eighteen.
Mrs. Wu dared not say more but kept instructing before leaving, insisting that Wu Yifan must keep in close contact and maintain good relations with Lin Mo.
Soon, the three of them entered a luxurious restaurant.
With Mrs. Wu's personal instructions, Wu Yifan spared no expense.
After all, in his eyes, Lin Mo was his boss for life.
Therefore, he ordered the most expensive table of dishes they had. By the end of the meal, they had spent tens of thousands.
During the meal, Lin Mo stood up and walked towards the bathroom.
When he reached the bathroom, the door was shut behind him.
Lin Mo, while washing his hands, calmly adjusted his clothes.
Then, Lin Mo turned and jumped directly out of the bathroom's right-side window.
Although it was the seventh floor, for Lin Mo, jumping down was like walking on flat ground.
A middle-aged man inside the bathroom narrowed his gaze and also jumped down, quickly chasing after Lin Mo.
He coldly stared at Lin Mo's back and sneered,
"Young man, do you think you can run away?"
However, what he never expected was that Lin Mo suddenly stopped, turned, and gave him a light, breezy smile,
"Run? I just thought that killing you up there would be too troublesome."
"Kill me? Hahaha... Kid, you are making a huge joke!"
The middle-aged man laughed uproariously, looking down on Lin Mo.
After speaking, the air around him changed, becoming eerie as if enveloped by a layer of Blood Energy, thick with endless Evil Qi and blood.