The Super Bodyguard of the Beautiful CEO
Chapter 88 - 80: Repayment

Chapter 88: Chapter 80: Repayment

Then Zhou Xun gently stood on tiptoe and gave Lin Mu a quick peck on the lips like a dragonfly skimming water. To Lin Mu’s eager surprise, she actually blushed, lowered her head, and scurried back to her room!

After a short break, I suddenly remembered the Eight Great Mountains flower and bird painting that looked like a black chicken, so I took out my phone and sent those pictures through WeChat to Old Lin, hoping that the always resourceful Old Lin could uncover the secret hidden in the painting!

Less than a minute after Lin Mu sent the message, a call came in. Picking it up, sure enough, it was Old Lin. Wow, this old guy is super efficient!

"Old man, did you find out anything? What does it mean?"

"Damn you, how many times have I told you and you still don’t change? If I’d known you wouldn’t even call ’grandpa’, I should have shot your father onto the wall back then!"

Holy crap, that’s harsh! Just cut to uproot! Even more sinister than cutting off descendants!

Lin Mu, of course, knew how formidable Old Lin was. Once, when he was young, he single-handedly faced off against a battalion of enemy special forces with just one gun and ended up annihilating the whole lot and capturing their leader, Tōjō Hideki.

So Lin Mu immediately switched to a flattering and ingratiating expression, "Grandpa, your good grandson was just joking with you! If you can’t even take a joke, then why don’t you be the grandson..."

"Damn you, you little brat..."

"Ahem, Grandpa, please don’t get angry. In these seven years in Africa, I have at least earned you a billion or two US dollars. If you haven’t finished spending that money when you kick the bucket, wouldn’t it be a pity!"

"You brat, are you done yet?" Old Lin roared, "If you keep it up, I’ll take a private jet over there right now, castrate you, and sell you to an African chief as a gigolo..."

"Spare me, Grandpa, I don’t dare anymore, I don’t dare!"

Lin Mu quickly begged for mercy, knowing that Old Lin never went back on his word. If he said he’d take a private jet over, he might really fly over immediately, even in the dead of night. That’s Old Lin’s style—decisive and swift!

"Grandpa, those pictures I just sent you are from the Eight Great Mountains’ flower and bird painting. Do you know the Eight Great Mountains? It doesn’t refer to eight people..."

"I know, no need for you to teach..."

"Good, good," Lin Mu secretly admired, Old Lin really is incredible, he even knows that the Eight Great Mountains is one person, then he definitely knows the secret in that painting!

"Grandpa, then quickly tell me, what secret is hidden in that painting?"

"Secret? I didn’t see any secret," whether Old Lin was genuinely clueless or feigning ignorance, "but as a connoisseur of paintings, I can confirm this is an authentic piece—it’s worth quite a bit!"

"Damn," Lin Mu almost vomited blood, this old guy really plays fake. Still pretending to be some cultured sophisticate at this moment! What an old rogue!

But this time Lin Mu didn’t dare lose his temper and instead pleaded, "Grandpa, what I mean is, can you see anything else in this painting? The infamous Zombie Gang in the Huaxia Martial World is hell-bent on kidnapping Sophie for this painting, so I need to find out its secret!"

"Hmm, I’ll think on that," Elder Lin mused for a bit, "You go focus on other things first, I’ll help you look into it and let you know the results!"

"Thank you, Grandpa. So when do you think you can find out?"

"Damn you, you’re asking me? Who should I ask? Anyway, I’ll be quick about it," Elder Lin said impatiently.

"And, you brat, don’t rush me. I’m quick-tempered; just take care of your tasks. Listen, protect Sophie, don’t let her get hurt, or you’ll never get a wife in this lifetime!"

"Damn, no way. How could a charming guy like me, Lin Mu, admired by all, with flowers blooming and cars getting flat tires in my presence, be without love from beauties..."

"Then I’ll castrate you and see what you’ll use to romance," Old Lin said coldly,

"Yikes!" Lin Mu instinctively tightened his pants; this old man’s really disrespectful! How did he quickly move to threatening people’s crotches?

Am I even Old Lin’s real grandson?

After hanging up, Lin Mu had a wonderful sleep, dreaming of himself and Miss Zhou under an oil-paper umbrella in a drizzly street, holding her delicate hand. Lin Mu gently embraced Zhou Xun, lowering the umbrella to cover his inappropriate actions, bent down, and kissed Zhou Xun lightly on the lips, as if sipping sweet nectar, so romantic and delightful...

"Lin... Brother... get up..."

A similarly sweet voice rang out, it was Miss Zhou.

"What’s up?"

Lin Mu asked groggily.

"Time to get up!"

Ugh, damn it! In seven years with the Hired Legion, I never had a habit of oversleeping. Last night, dreaming of being entangled with Miss Zhou, I actually overslept for the first time. It seems beauties are indeed bad for one’s well-being, truly the case! No wonder the great Emperor Tang Ming met the alluring Yang Yuhuan and never attended his morning duties thereafter!