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"Huanqing brother, let me introduce you, this is my father, Song Bu, and this is my mother, Bai Qiu."

Song Yun said cheerfully, "As you are Qing Qing\'s friend and have experienced such a great misfortune in your family, from now on, you can treat this place as your own home."

"I really appreciate it, Song Yun. I am all alone in Magic Capital, with no relatives or friends. Every night I think of my parents\' tragic state, tossing and turning with insomnia. If I could really rest here for a while, I believe I\'d recover much faster!"

Mo Huanqing was now penniless and didn\'t dare ask the team leader, Zi Shu, for funds again. If he could secure lodging, it would be a significant upgrade both for the plan and his personal comfort.

"It\'s nothing, it\'s nothing."

Song Yun pushed Mo Huanqing onto the sofa and poured him a cup of tea, laughing, "Brother Huanqing, what do you plan to do in the future? I have some influence here in the Magic Capital and can give you a hand."

"Alas, I haven\'t decided yet."

"Why don\'t you come work for my company, then? The salary isn\'t much, just over a hundred thousand a month, but it\'s steady and easygoing."

Over a hundred thousand!!!

What the heck!!!

Is this the world of the rich?

Just casually offering an annual salary of millions for an office job—keep in mind, these gene warriors only earn about that much per month!

But what kind of work do they do?

Tailing people, fighting, completing missions!

Never a day\'s rest, yet Song Yun\'s offer sounded like it was just for showing up and getting paid. If he weren\'t still on a mission, and not to mention the gene potion only lasted a week, he would really consider turning to the good side!

"No, no, we\'re friends, let\'s not talk about money..."

Speaking these words, Mo Huanqing felt like his heart was bleeding, every word slapping his face with wads of cash.

Take it easy, you racing hare!

You\'re already a qualified gene warrior! Don\'t let the enemy\'s sugar-coated bullets confuse you!

"Mo Huanqing, right? Have you been abroad all this time?"

Song Bu spoke up, his eyes sharply fixed on him.

Under Song Bu\'s oppressive gaze, Mo Huanqing\'s body trembled, oh man!

Could this be the infamous top target on the organization\'s hit list?

Scared now, scared now!

To think that even Captain Zi Shu, when angry, could make him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.

Song Bu was not for nothing the ruthless man with a bounty of over a billion dollars on his head!

"Yes, I had just returned to the country when I encountered this family disaster. Sometimes I wonder if I\'m a cursed lone star, destined to be alone and miserable in this life!"

Mo Huanqing spoke pitifully, "Now I\'m a child without a father or mother, but thankfully I have friends to rely on, so I won\'t be left without a meal."

"Oh? Is that really what you think?"

Song Bu\'s expression relaxed, and he smiled slightly, "I\'ve studied fortune-telling for a few years. Let me see what your fate has in store for you."

Mo Huanqing didn\'t really want to extend his hands, but feeling like he had no choice, he didn\'t dare act rashly.

"This fate of yours, oh dear, oh dear, is terrible."

Song Bu feigned a sorrowful look and said, "You\'ll face a great calamity this year, seems like you won\'t get past it."

"???"

Uncle, we\'re in a new era now, can we not talk about demons and such?

You, a master among masters, giving me such a prophecy, it\'s really frightening!

"Then, do you have any solution?"

Song Bu stroked his chin, his fingers idly making calculations, murmuring words to himself.

Finally, he slapped his thigh loudly and exclaimed, "Tough, very tough! This calamity you must transcend! Not even an option not to! Ah, Huanqing my nephew, why is your face peeling?"

With that, Song Bu reached out toward Mo Huanqing\'s face.

Oh crap!

Damn those high-ups!

They wouldn\'t have cut corners with the material for the Human Skin Mask, would they?

Fucking shit!

Mo Huanqing had long since cursed every female member of those executives\' families!

He quickly covered his face and shouted, "It\'s perfectly normal for my skin to be dry after a few days of poor sleep!"

After speaking, he immediately turned his head and said to Song Yun, who was watching the commotion, "Brother Song Yun, your villa looks nice, care to show me around?"

Song Yun suppressed a smile and nodded his head.

Upon leaving the living room, Mo Huanqing looked around like he was entering the Grand View Garden, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

Is this how wealthy people live?

It\'s too beautiful!

Shit, it really takes a smart person to play this game; a brute like me doesn\'t stand a chance at survival!

"Are all those cars yours?"

Standing outside the garage, Mo Huanqing covered his mouth in surprise as he pointed at each luxury car inside.

Some of them he had only seen in pictures online!

Holy crap, why am I not rich!

Sports cars are every man\'s dream, and seeing so many of my dream cars, Mo Huanqing could no longer contain himself.

He walked quickly forward, caressing a custom-designed Ferrari with eyes filled with longing.

"If Brother Huanqing likes it, I\'ll give it to you,"

Said Song Yun very generously, "Originally there was just one Lamborghini Veneno in this garage, but ever since Qing Qing moved in, mysteriously, all these cars have appeared, and I find them rather annoying."

"Really? Really?"

Mo Huanqing swallowed, forcibly suppressing the excitement in his heart.

Keep it together, you\'ve seen the world! How can you betray the organization\'s rules over such a small advantage!

The mission comes first! The Mo Huanqing you\'re playing was born with a silver spoon in his mouth! How could he reveal any lowliness over a car!

No, no, keep calm!

"What\'s wrong, Brother Huanqing? If you don\'t like this one, just pick any other,"

"I like it, I like it!"

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Mo Huanqing hurriedly nodded, then opened the scissor door and sat in the driver\'s seat, touching the steering wheel unique to an F1 race car, his heart leaping with excitement.

"Wanna give it a try?"

Asked Song Yun with a smile.

Mo Huanqing nodded frantically, thinking, Oh organization, it\'s not that I, your dedicated member, have been bought by the enemy, it\'s that you give too little, and the enemy offers too much!

At this moment, he eagerly anticipated the arrival of the gene potion developed by the organization. If he could control Ye Qingqing and thus continually influence Song Yun, the rewards from this mission would be enormous!

And if later on... I could directly control Song Yun\'s thoughts...

Can\'t even think about it!

The dedicated member wouldn\'t dare to dream of it!

"Roar roar roar!"

Mo Huanqing turned the key and stepped on the gas pedal, and instantly, the sports car let out a mechanical roar.

"Today, since I\'m in a good mood, I\'ll race a couple of laps with you,"

Song Yun said as he too got into the driver\'s seat of the Veneno.

Mo Huanqing stared at Song Yun, a glint flashing in his eyes.

If we follow the plan step by step, the timing will take nearly half a year!

But if Song Yun were to have a car accident, and all his property went to Ye Qingqing, and I were to...

Then, wouldn\'t it be possible to wrap things up within a month?