The attendees' gazes almost simultaneously turned toward the livestream, but scattered boos soon rang out. The reason was simple: the person who appeared was not Mister Mo, who had long been reduced to a "passerby," but the female assistant behind him.
The first person to point it out was, after all, an Extraordinary Species. Even among his "own kind," being so openly scorned was humiliating, and he could not help snapping back, "Are you blind? Mister Mo clearly told her something just now!"
"Did he?"
"Seems like it." Someone confirmed it.
Mister Mo had indeed called out to Yin Le earlier. She bent down and listened closely. Since the camera showed her from behind and to the side, no one could tell what he had instructed her to do. But within seconds, Yin Le straightened and turned her head slightly, conveniently giving the livestream camera a relatively clear profile.
The camera angle differed from the viewers' line of sight, but it was obvious that Yin Le was looking this way.
At the same time, Mister Mo nodded again to Old Hand, who stood a little farther away. He extended his thumb and little finger in a gesture meaning they should keep in touch if anything came up. The wheelchair beneath him turned lightly, heading toward the cruise ship moored at the pier.
He was actually leaving just like that.
There were no longer any obstacles between Mister Mo and the cruise ship. Perhaps the "Fusang Divine Tree Great Divine Treasure system" lurking within the endless sunlight counted as one, but Baiji Pope showed no intention of stopping him.
Quite a few people suspected that this brilliant Pope had already secretly made contact with Mister Mo by taking advantage of his local position.
Had he not already "volunteered" earlier?
Mister Mo