Although the Fanatics' Sub-Leader felt somewhat angry at Lao Mo's words, surprisingly, he offered no argument. He merely snorted and handed the three "scales" to Lao Mo on the spot. "You really are unscrupulous."
Lao Mo calmly accepted them and stuffed them into his backpack, then made sure to emphasize, "Don't forget, another three once the job is done."
"I know, I know!" The Fanatics' Sub-Leader's expression darkened, his voice almost rising to a roar. "Get on with it. I'll go get the rest right now!"
With that, he turned and walked back into the mist, his retreating figure looking rather like a department manager whose project had gone wrong, with a touch of dishevelment.
Only after he had completely disappeared from view did Lao Mo breathe a sigh of relief. Then he looked at the Weird Art Female Teacher and one of the Fanatics' Sub-Leader's lackeys, gave a cold chuckle, and signaled Lin Yi with his eyes.
"Let's go."
"Right away."
Lin Yi answered and hurried after him like a little eunuch attending his master.
As a "self-propelled mobile backup power supply," he had to be proactive and take the initiative. He could not afford to be left behind at a time like this.
The Weird Art Female Teacher exchanged a glance with the lackey, then silently followed as well.
Lin Yi followed Lao Mo to the first Large Plaster Mass, then watched him curiously, wondering how Lao Mo planned to balance the books.
Lao Mo gently pressed his hand against the Large Plaster Mass. His movement looked almost identical to the Fanatics' Sub-Leader's when he activated the matrix. Yet the very next moment, Lin Yi clearly saw a brilliant golden light appear where Lao Mo's palm touched the Large Plaster Mass, as though someone had traced the outline