Chapter 330
Chapter 330 Kiss Back?
Even at this moment, being lifted to such a high position by these people, Ling Mo didn’t show the slightest bit of agitation on his face; he remained as calm and dependable as from the very beginning.
—At least he looked quite reliable.
“Not bad,” he seemed quite satisfied with their reactions. After nodding slowly, he continued, “Don’t worry, I won’t let anyone suffer unnecessary casualties. However, since we’ll be facing those monsters, there will naturally be unavoidable risks, so be prepared.”
“We understand!” the old guy at the front replied excitedly again.
Ling Mo slightly nodded, then raised his right arm, and almost simultaneously, a large number of white lines began to appear out of thin air in front of him, gradually outlining the shapes of various firearms—pistols, rifles, and even big machine guns, plus a heap of ammunition.
This time, the manifestation process took Ling Mo over three minutes, even causing a layer of virtual sweat to surface on his forehead; this level of manifestation was evidently taxing for him. Nevertheless, he still materialized enough weapons to arm double the current number of people, perhaps a habit he had developed—better to have too much equipment than too few bullets.
In other words, it was a fear of insufficient firepower.
“Take these things for yourselves,” Ling Mo said, feeling a bit relieved after completing the manifestation. He waved his hand to the group, “Try to grab as many bullets as possible; we might not act together, and I won’t be able to supply you promptly.”
Before him stood a group rendered speechless by the sight of his grand weapon operation.
Although most people present had somewhat heard of Ling Mo’s amazing abilities, hearing about them and genuinely witnessing him in action brought a completely different shock—despite Ling Mo’s powers being somewhat diminished, this display still left them feeling as if their eyes had been opened wide.
This kind of ability… doesn’t it mean that there’s no need to buy things in the game mall? Whatever they wanted could be created fully by themselves, it was simply a miracle…
Once they processed this reality, a wave of ecstatic joy swept over them.
They finally had weapons!
They were trapped here due to a lack of sufficient weaponry to break through, and just moments ago, they hadn’t even thought about Ling Mo providing them with weapons; most were prepared to engage in close combat with the zombies—after all, even Ling Mo and Miss Xia, who weren’t part of Tiger Hall, were willing to come rescue them; what reason did they have to huddle here and wait for death?
Thus, the actions Ling Mo took were akin to giving everyone a shot of adrenaline and massively boosting their courage, while simultaneously establishing a great image of him in their minds.
Even though he wasn’t their leader, it didn’t stop them from admiring him.
This had a similar effect to when Ling Mo first distributed battle armor to his own rescue team.
Except this time, Ling Mo didn’t care about how he was perceived in their eyes; he was more focused on resolving the current issues quickly and also…
As that group divided the gear, Ling Mo tilted his head toward Xia Xinyan beside him, “Xinyan…”
Xia Xinyan was still deep in thought. At his call, she instinctively looked up to meet his gaze, “Hmm?”
Then—he suddenly pulled her into his embrace and leaned down, blocking her lips.
Xia Xinyan: “?!!”
This guy!? In front of so many people?!
—Actually, Ling Mo just wanted to replenish some stamina.
He had still underestimated the drain this weakened effect had on him; merely manifesting a bit of weaponry made him feel significantly tired, though not overtly, it was enough to raise his caution.
In such an environment, who knew when he might need a greater use of abilities that consumed even more energy, and that accumulation of fatigue could become a fatal threat. So, to ensure absolute safety, he needed to replenish his stamina.
…Alright, he admits he also wanted to satisfy himself a bit.
Fortunately, Xia Xinyan didn’t resist; sensing his demands, even though she felt somewhat displeased, she begrudgingly went along with him.
This left the group of just equipped people stunned once more.
Is this… what couples in modern times do?
In broad daylight… well, maybe not so broad, but don’t they have a shred of shame?
Damn, feeling a bit envious even.
The scene fell notably quiet for a time.
Until they parted, Xia Xinyan’s face was already tinged with a bit of pink, her cheeks slightly puffed as she stared at Ling Mo with misty eyes, as if containing some displeasure.
But that look made Ling Mo’s heart skip a beat.
He inconspicuously pulled Xia Xinyan back into his embrace, blocking other people’s line of sight, then glanced at them with a slight smile as if nothing had happened: “Alright, I’m giving you a task—go out and look for other survivors, then report back their locations.”
After a pause, he continued: “I have a walkie-talkie here, channel 21; you can contact me or your leader. If you encounter danger, you can call for help, and those nearby will come to assist.”
“What about you guys?” one person couldn’t help but ask.
“We need to handle the troubles of this small town,” Ling Mo had already returned to his previous composure, “You’re not suited for that; it’s too dangerous.”
These words once again moved them—clearly, he wasn’t even one of Tiger Hall’s members, yet he was willing to risk so much for them; how could they not admire such a person?
In comparison, even Ling Mo’s earlier display of affection could be overlooked—after all, thinking from their perspective, they would gladly showcase if they had such a beautiful girlfriend.
Ling Mo didn’t linger there for long; after handing them the walkie-talkies, he took Xia Xinyan back to the rooftop.
Then he smiled at her: “Xinyan, were you angry just now?”
Xia Xinyan: “……”
How was she supposed to respond?
Was she angry? Yes, she was.
And now this guy wanted to appease her?
…And yet deep down, she actually felt a bit of expectation.
Absolutely ridiculous, what exactly was she hoping for??
Xia Xinyan truly felt she had a problem.
Ling Mo, meanwhile, leaned closer to her with a smile, softly asking: “Then… would you like to kiss back?”
Xia Xinyan: “……”
Ling Mo definitely had a bigger problem than she did.
After a moment of silence, she pushed Ling Mo away directly: “Can you be a bit serious? We’re dealing with official business here, okay?!”
Ling Mo paused for a second, raised an eyebrow: “So, it’s okay to act like this when we’re not dealing with official business?”
“……Ling Mo!” Now she was really a bit angry.
“Alright, alright,” Ling Mo’s smile grew even wider, “Not angry, not angry, let’s get back to official business, hmm?”
“……”
Done for, she couldn’t stay mad anymore.
She increasingly felt she had a problem.
