At three in the afternoon, Kyoto Military Airport.
The private jet taxied along the runway, brilliant sunlight streaming through the portholes.
Lin Mo leaned against the chair back, resting with his eyes closed.
Mo Er sat beside him, holding a bag of peanuts and tossing them into his mouth one by one, crunching loudly.
Mo San sat across from him with one leg crossed over the other, flipping through a magazine.
The cover featured a swimsuit-clad female celebrity. He kept turning back to stare at that page, clicking his tongue every now and then.
Lin Mo opened his eyes and glanced at him. "Still not enough?"
Mo San grinned and closed the magazine. "Boss, I'm just appreciating the view."
"Didn't I give you Affiliated Gold Cards? Instead of lusting after pictures, why not go find someone and put it into practice? Don't tell me I gave you money and you still don't know how to spend it."
"Hehe, Boss is right!" Mo San immediately nodded, a hint of eager anticipation flashing in his eyes. "Next time I get to go out, I'll definitely get some proper practice!"
At 3:40, the plane landed at Jianghai Military Airport.
Zhao Lie had already been waiting on the tarmac with three SUVs.
Lin Mo got into a vehicle and said to Zhao Lie, "West Mountain."
Without another word, Zhao Lie started the engine.
Outside the Blockade Line of the West Mountain Law Zone.
Several military trucks were parked in an open clearing, loaded with all kinds of supplies—rice, flour, oil, salt, pots, pans, and utensils, tents, sleeping bags, changes of clothes...
Mo Wu led dozens of Clones as they unloaded the supplies from the trucks and carried them into the Law Zone.
Lin Mo lifted his foot and stepped through the luminous mist.
Inside