Chapter 100: A Windfall

Accompanied by Qi Tai and Brent back to the Bright World, Li Mochen soon learned another piece of good news.

When he returned to the Unicorn Apartment, the concierge on duty stopped him and handed him a slip of paper with some numbers written on it.

'About a day ago, someone called the lobby and gave us this sequence of numbers. He said he had called your home several times but no one answered. As agreed, he left this message with us, and said it was an arrangement between you and him—that you would understand once you saw it.'

In fact, Li Mochen already knew who had left the numbers. After taking the paper and glancing at it, he turned around and said, 'I need to go out for a while, alone. Don't worry, I'm just meeting a few people. I won't do anything that violates the sponsorship contract.'

Qi Tai and Brent Goodman, following behind, both frowned. The former then gave a wry smile: 'BOSS, please go and come back quickly. Otherwise, we won't be able to account to our superiors.'

After the hunting trip in the Dark World, he was no longer too worried about Li Mochen's safety.

Li Mochen raised his arm to indicate he understood, then took the elevator to the underground garage below the apartment. His Norfolk Lotus 350 sports car was parked there, and since it had seen little use these past days, a thin layer of dust had settled on its body.

After opening the car door, Li Mochen casually placed the Flame Dragon from his hood onto the passenger seat and fastened it with the seatbelt.

The little creature was fast asleep, likely exhausted from the Dark World.

Although Friday's Green-Horned Fang Lion had not participated in the battle due to elemental克制, the little one had indeed put in a lot of effort in the following days. Sometimes Li Mochen would mischievously throw it into a group of ferocious dark creatures, then fold his arms and watch it struggle to escape.

So from the time they safely returned to Ghost City at five in the afternoon, the Flame Dragon had been sleeping ever since.

Li Mochen was not worried at all; this was within his expectations.

But after securing the Flame Dragon, he still touched the little creature all over and probed a strand of true essence into its body to examine it carefully. Only after confirming that the Flame Dragon was in good condition did he turn the key, start the engine, and drive the Norfolk Lotus 350 out of the garage.

According to the sponsorship agreement, Li Mochen was not allowed to speed or race, which would violate traffic rules. Yet he still drove the sports car to its limit within the legal bounds, constantly changing direction, crossing three complex overpasses in succession, and entering an underground tunnel.

Only then did Li Mochen relax slightly, noticing that the vehicles that had been tailing him were no longer in sight.

Previously, he would shake off followers by circling through complex alleyways. But that method was time-consuming and laborious, and it was hard to completely lose the trackers.

Now, with this car, it was much more convenient. At high speed, he could easily identify the positions of his pursuers and quickly escape their sensing range. He could also use the traffic flow, complex roads, traffic lights, and overpasses to shake them off.

But the main challenge was shaking off long-range sensing magical devices—those were the trickiest, requiring the fastest possible escape from their detection range.

After confirming that no one was following him, Li Mochen drove straight to the eastern part of the city and arrived at a motel on the outskirts. There, in room 321, he met the people he wanted to see.

They were three simply dressed young men, similar to their photos. They exuded a fierce and wild aura, like cheetahs or tigers in the wilderness.

'Li Tailai!'

'Kermit Collinson!'

'Lawrence Collinson!'

The three shook hands with Li Mochen one by one, who then carefully observed the two white young men: 'Are you brothers? Both Collinsons?'

'Yes, BOSS.'

The thinner of the two brothers, Kermit, replied: 'You are our BOSS now, right? I heard that Mr. Li, your father, is no longer with us?'

'According to the government's notice, they died in a gas explosion. But I didn't see the bodies.'

This claim was ridiculous—two powerful outlaws dying in an ordinary gas explosion.

But in America, the government often uses such excuses to cover up public incidents caused by magical professionals, to avoid causing public panic.

Li Mochen then turned his gaze to Li Tailai, the thinnest of the three. When he sat quietly on the bed wearing glasses, he exuded an air of scholarly refinement.

'Could you tell me about your situation? To be honest, I knew nothing about you before this. My father only left me your photos, names, and contact addresses.'

'That fits Mr. Li's character. It seems he didn't want you to get involved in our affairs too early.'

A strange light flickered in Li Tailai's eyes: 'How should I put it? We are essentially a private armed force cultivated by Mr. Li, with the three of us as leaders, totaling about twenty-seven people. I am in charge of the intelligence and business groups, including myself, nineteen people in total. Sometimes I also participate in combat. The two brothers are in charge of the combat group, eight people in total, all magic professionals above level eight.'

'I think Mr. Li must not have told you that we actually run a smuggling business. Although the total amount isn't large, the profits are quite substantial. We use the Rising Sun Trading Company as a cover to smuggle various magical and electrical products, even weapons, from America to Southeast Asia and the Golden Triangle. But since your father died, we've been idle for four months.'

Li Mochen was momentarily stunned. He had guessed that Li Chunchu was not simple, but he never expected him to be involved in such activities.

'A-Tai says our current account balance is about 3.9 million gold shields. But this smuggling business, we probably can't continue it.'

Kermit was also looking at Li Mochen: 'BOSS, if you decide to end the smuggling business now, we will return this money to you. The severance pay would be about 400,000 gold shields. I must remind you that this money is black money; you may need to launder it before using it. But if you have other plans, we are willing to follow. We owe this to your father, a great deal. A-Tai is the same; he has already sold his life to your father. But BOSS, you also have to cover our expenses. The three of us have reached level ten and are about to break through to Outlaw, which requires a lot of funds to purchase various drugs. I think our strength improvement will benefit you, BOSS. And our subordinates also need funds. Apart from our combat group, most of the others have families to support.'

Li Mochen's spirits soared. He thought this was truly a huge surprise.

He never expected that Li Chunchu had cultivated and nurtured such a force beneath the surface, and now it had fallen intact into his hands.

The news that the three were about to advance to Outlaw made Li Mochen's eyes gleam with a strange light.

They were not lying. Whether it was Li Tailai or the Collinson brothers, they all had visible talent, similar to William Jacques. The future prospects of these three were at least level sixteen and above.

If there was a phrase to describe Li Mochen's feelings, it was like being hit by a golden pie falling from the sky.