I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

Then they have to go and rescue the exiles.

Rescuing exiles requires bail, and they have no money.

Then let's make money. Where to make money? From the exiles.

More importantly, they also need money for their daily lives—superhumans are not otherworldly beings, and the higher they climb, the more bizarre their desires become.

So they were forced to sell their extra furniture, leaving them penniless.

“I have a suggestion,” Virtue said calmly, stroking Nian Tuanzi’s belly, drawing Xingti’s attention. “We can go find Li Lin.”

“I’ve heard that conditions at the National Liberation Front aren’t very good,” Xing Ti hesitated. “Li Lin…”

“That’s one group of people.” Virtin calmly raised his eyes. “But another group of people are doing very well. They live in villas, enjoy romantic partners, and wield power that shakes the foundations of society… The ones who suffer are always the fighters who are fighting for liberation, while those in power have changed.”

“The dragon slayer didn’t even have time to slay the dragon before he became another dragon,” Veldin added, “just like Mustafa, whom we saw that day.”

"Moreover, I don't believe that the National Liberation Front can provide a favorable environment; I believe in Li Lin's personal abilities."

Xingti and Weierting both fell silent.

After a long pause, Xingti's voice tentatively rang out: "How about we give it a try?"

......

Meanwhile, Li Lin was attending a banquet hosted by the patrol captain with Lester.

The banquet hosted by the patrol captain wasn't particularly large, but it was unexpectedly lavish, and it rivaled the private banquets at the governor's mansion.

Looking at the peaceful scene of clinking glasses and laughter before him, Li Lin began to feel a little itchy and couldn't suppress the urge to cause trouble. However, the food in front of him attracted him, so Li Lin chose a corner seat at the beginning.

While he was looking around, a little girl was carried by her mother to sit down next to Li Lin. Then her parents left in a hurry, and it was unclear what they were doing.

The little girl had a few freckles on her face and wasn't dressed like the locals, but rather like her European peers in a little dress.

Li Lin had no intention of provoking her, after all, the destructive power of a brat was terrifying.

But even though he didn't say a word, he underestimated the little girl's curiosity.

Why are your eyes black?

"Why is your hair black too?"

"My name is Aisha. What's your name, and where are you from?"

Why aren't you saying anything? Are you mute?

Lester, who was standing behind Li Lin, took a deep breath and was about to speak when Li Lin waved him off.

Under the little girl's curious gaze, Li Lin turned his head and said expressionlessly, "There will be a huge explosion in Algiers in a week, and you and your mother will both die."

"Ooh, uh, ooh wah wah—"

The little girl's mouth drooped down, tears welled up in her eyes, and she jumped off the chair crying to find her mother.

Just as Lester was about to say something, he saw the little girl holding her mother's hand, crying and pointing in this direction.

Without saying a word, Li Lin grabbed the unfinished plate from the table and ran off with Lester.

The two ran all the way to the main hall and sat down calmly in front of the patrol captain.

Lester is now following Li Lin's example—as long as he doesn't embarrass himself, no one will question them.

The people at the long table cast questioning glances at Li Lin, who looked like a reincarnated starving ghost, but their expressions quickly changed from questioning to shock, and then to admiration and flattery.

The protagonist of the banquet, the patrol captain, was giving Lester, who was standing behind Li Lin, a respectful, ingratiating, and fawning smile, while Lester stood behind Li Lin without saying a word.

The simplest way to earn people's respect for a beggar is to have the king himself come and kneel before him.

For a time, everyone was discussing the identities of Li Lin and Lester.

Of course, Li Lin still felt a little regretful about this. No one stood up like in the novel, chuckling and thinking to themselves that this kid must not be allowed to live, then beat up the younger one and the older one came. Nominally it was revenge, but actually it was to gain experience. In the end, they changed maps all the way and became the Heavenly Emperor who dominated Mansu... Everyone sat quietly below and ate their own food.

Li Lin wolfed down the last bowl of seafood noodles, then swiftly sliced ​​the steak and white bread into a grid pattern, ate the caviar, and finally picked up an orange from the fruit plate.

Seeing these things brings back memories. I wonder if the exiles managed to become prison bosses in the police station.

"Thank you for your hospitality. I will come again when I have time."

Li Lin spoke to the bewildered patrol captain, then left like the wind.

Anyway, it's Leicester who has to put in the effort and worry about things, it has nothing to do with him.

The patrol captain's eyes darted nervously over Li Lin's back as he lowered his voice and asked Lester, "Who is he...?"

“As far as Said is concerned, he is my superior.”

The patrol captain forced a smile: "This, this isn't right, is it? The higher-ups..."

Lester glanced at him indifferently, his blue eyes seeming to radiate coldness: "But whether he uses the identity of Said or not, he is my mentor."

The patrol captain's words came to an abrupt halt. As a patrol captain who often patrolled the streets and alleys, he would naturally be among the first to learn about the secrets behind the world. He looked at Lester's face in disbelief, and his voice became stammering.

“You…he…this—”

Lester just looked at him without saying a word.

The guests behind the long table lost their appetite due to the oppressive atmosphere, and they were unsure whether to stay or not as they watched the two whispering figures.

After a long while, the patrol captain, whose expression was uncertain, finally spoke with a forced smile: "So that's how it is. You should have said so earlier!"

The patrol captain turned and stood up, addressing all the guests present: "Let me introduce you to my superior, Mr. Lester—"

He gritted his teeth and said the words that would cause a huge uproar: "From today onwards, he is your superior."

309 I overslept and forgot to update.

It was Friday evening, and Vanessa was scheduled to visit Li Lin at this time.

The stars in the sky were dim, a thin layer of mist surrounded the bright moon, and even the streetlights were dim and yellow. Pedestrians were silhouetted against the street, and the occasional neighing of horses or the sound of a car horn could be heard.

I don't know who made this rule, but whenever people want to do something bad or plot something, they must choose a dark and windy time.

Lester knocked cautiously on the door, turned the handle, and said in a low voice to Li Lin, "Sir, Vanessa has arrived. What are you doing...?"

I don't know who made the rule, but underground party members must keep their voices down when making secret meetings.

Li Lin's expression remained unchanged: "Maintaining the weapons."

Lester's eye twitched as he removed his hand from Li Lin's constantly twitching: "I'll go tell her to wait a little longer."

"No need to wait any longer, just call her up," Li Lin said impatiently. He then got up, washed his hands by the pool, and returned to his desk in the study, exuding an unfathomable aura.

Night fell outside the window, and footsteps approached from downstairs, growing closer to the door, followed by a loud knocking.

With nothing to do, Li Lin raised his head listlessly: "If you have something to report, speak now; otherwise, the court may adjourn."

Vanessa was taken aback by Li Lin's pretentious manner as soon as she entered the room.

She instinctively wanted to force a smile, but didn't know what to do, so she stood timidly by the wall, stammering and not knowing what to say, completely unlike a shrewd and decisive purgator.

Li Lin sat behind his desk, looking at her calmly without saying a word.

Vanessa seemed to realize something and sighed, "Could you get in touch with Miss Snyder?"

“I don’t understand.” Li Lin’s dark eyes stared at her indifferently, like an abyss without reflection. “You are the liquidator, yet you would take the initiative to come to me for help.”

"Wasn't it you who orchestrated the assassination?"

Vanessa, however, looked up in astonishment, her expression genuine: "Assassination?!"

I understand.

Li Lin nodded and tapped the table: "I understand. So it was Governor Roland who did it. You're his mistress, did you sense anything was amiss?"

How can this person think so quickly?

Vanessa was confused by Li Lin's question, as if her thoughts were being completely led by him: "I can't say... but he always stays alone in his study, and he doesn't like light, even in the middle of the night he doesn't like to light candles."

Li Lin nodded: "How much influence do you have on the National Liberation Front?"

“I didn’t do that. Governor Roland would always leave a document in his bedroom and have me sneak it out.”

Vanessa felt that her explanations were so weak and powerless that no one would believe her.

“Yes, I understand.” Li Lin placed his hands on the table. “It seems that Governor Roland himself is the one who is truly exerting influence.”

That's it again.

If Li Lin's usual thoughts are like a aimless meteor streaking across the chaotic night, then at this moment he is like a samurai sword cleaving through the chaos—the flash of the blade is sure to take a life.

The next instant, Vanessa looked at the black-haired, black-eyed man before her with a knowing smile, and heard him mutter to himself: "Hey, no wonder the National Liberation Front has never been truly suppressed, so that's how it is... Plus, with the special abilities of the Moth-like superhumans, can I perhaps conclude that..."

Li Lin raised his eyes: "The governor of Algiers, Roland, and the leader of the National Liberation Front, Ali, are actually the same person?"

Therefore, the National Liberation Front escaped the Great Purge and Repression many times, and instead thrived like spores in the shadows; while the colonists were often assassinated, they were never seriously injured, and who knew that this was not a knife Roland used to purge his enemies?

Vanessa was stunned, but even so, she instinctively retorted, "That's impossible... Governor Roland has never been to the National Liberation Front—"

"The truth is, it's not as difficult for a superhuman to remotely control an organization as you think," Li Lin said, leaning back in his chair.

Not to mention the Moth-like Extraordinary, who relies on manipulating people's hearts. Li Lin had personally experienced how troublesome the immortal Black Serpent Koschie was back then.

"But what I'm really curious about is—"

Li Lin looked up at Vanessa: "You're the one who settles things. I thought you'd be someone skilled in intrigue and power struggles. I never imagined you were just a tool Roland used to satisfy his lust, or even a prepared glove. Are you really going to just give up like this?"