The next morning.

Lin Mo went to his exclusive fishing spot with ease and began to fish.

Although he didn't meet Yan Yimo at the lake, these two fair-weather friends had already formed a certain tacit understanding—I'll fish well while you work hard to involute.

This is called… You're good, I'm good too!

Fishing was all about mentality.

After Lin Mo's combat technique reached the "fifth rank", his mentality became even more extraordinary.

In the past, Lin Mo might have subconsciously compared himself to the geniuses of his age to see how far behind the top geniuses of Xia country were.

But now, Lin Mo was not even interested in comparing. What was there to compare? Even Ye Yi, who was ranked second on the Xia country's Genius List, could not see his tail light at all!

Only a genius from a top school one or even two years older could compare to the current Lin Mo.

Once he calmed down, fishing would go well!

Lin Mo had only sat down for a few minutes when three big fish were pulled up.

However, Lin Mo couldn't help but secretly glance at the middle-aged cleaner passing by not far away.

"Huh?" Lin Mo's eyes flashed with suspicion.

For some reason, he felt a faint sense of danger from him.

"A cleaner should only be an ordinary person!" Lin Mo was puzzled. "But… why does it make me feel dangerous?"

One had to know that the strength of martial artists was very restrained.

The strength of the punch was very high, which meant that the strength of the cells was very strong. That was also at the cellular level! How could the naked eye easily determine it?

Therefore, if one wanted to determine the strength of a martial artist, the artist had to take the initiative to show strength or use special instruments to test the strength of the cells.

However, Lin Mo's combat technique had already reached the fifth rank and he was also a fourth-rank illusionist. In terms of perception, many Silver Lunar Martial Artists were far inferior to him.

Therefore, although Lin Mo could not directly judge his strength with the naked eye, he had a relatively accurate intuition.

It was this intuition that told him that this middle-aged cleaner passing by did not seem to be simple!

… .

Lin Mo's intuition was right!

This cleaner was none other than "Number 47" of the assassin organization!Number 47 was very depressed and terrified.

What was depressing was…

This was his first real assassination mission in his life. He did not expect to have to disguise himself as a cleaner to approach the assassination target. Of course, his mission target was definitely not Lin Mo, who was sitting by the lake fishing, but Yan Yimo, who was in the villa not far away.

"I'm a genuine four-star martial artist! I actually came here early in the morning to sweep the trash?"

Number 47 felt that he had embarrassed all the Celestial Martial Artists!

But he did not dare to not cooperate with Number Seven's assassination plan.

What was terrifying was…

This was most likely his last assassination mission in his life! Regardless of whether this mission was successful or not, he should be dead!

Today, "Number 7" was in charge of assassinating Yan Yimo, while Number 47 was in charge of assisting.

Once "Number 7" made a move, the commotion would definitely not be small! The martial arts experts in the school's office building would definitely be alarmed and rush over to protect Yan Yimo.

And what Number 47 needed to do was to try his best to stop the experts of the school and buy more time for "Number Seven" to assassinate!

"I'm just an ordinary four-star martial artist. I'm afraid I won't be able to withstand more than a few moves from the furious martial arts experts in school!"

Number 47 was really afraid!

He just wanted to be a salted fish in the assassin organization and live a wandering life! He never expected to be dragged by "Number Seven" to carry out such a dangerous mission!

Besides, he didn't dare desert.

He knew very well what would happen when the organization found out that he had fled! At that time, not only would he suffer, but his family would suffer.

"I don't think I have long to live!" Number 47's eyes were filled with despair. "Number 7 should be making his move soon! When Number 7 makes his move, it will be time for me to die!"

Number 47 really didn't want to die at all!

He hadn't lived long enough!

"It's all Black Earth's fault!" Number 47 couldn't help but think hatefully. "Why did he have to hide his identity? If he hadn't, I would be on a public holiday, not being dragged over by Number Seven to carry out an assassination mission together!"

Number 47's original mission target was "Black Earth", who was ranked 47th on the Xia country's Genius List.

"If I find out where Black Earth is, I'll teach him a lesson!"

And yet…Number 47 would never have dreamed that "Black Earth" was only a dozen meters away from him now. He was the closest human on the entire Blue Planet.

"Eh?" At this moment, Number 47 saw the student not far away quickly catch another fat fish.

Number 47 couldn't help but walk forward and click his tongue in wonder. "Little brother, I didn't expect you to be so skilled!"historical

"Hahaha, good luck, good luck!" Lin Mo said humbly while maintaining some vigilance.

"Can I sit here?" Number 47 was also a person who liked to fish. Normally, he would have borrowed a fishing rod for a while. But today, he felt that he was in danger, so he was naturally not in the mood to fish. Instead, he wanted to sit down and talk to someone.

"Sit!" Lin Mo smiled and handed over a cold beer. "Come! Let's drink some!"

"How particular!" It was impossible for Number 47 to think that the person who was handing him beer was the "Black Earth" he was looking for.

Number forty-seven took the cold beer and took a long swig. Stimulated by the alcohol, he thought again of his soon-to-be-dead life and couldn't help but feel an urge to pour it all out.

"Little brother, if I'm not wrong, you should be Lin Mo, right?" Number 47 drank half a bottle in one gulp before putting down the bottle and suddenly saying.

"How did you know?" Lin Mo was shocked and became even more guarded.

"In Haicheng Martial Arts High School, other than you, who else would come fishing early in the morning?" Number 47 was indeed quite professional at gathering information.

In just one night, not only did he investigate the location where Yan Yimo lived and the experts in Haicheng Martial Arts University, but he also obtained some gossip.

As a "famous trash" of Haicheng Martial Arts High School, Lin Mo was naturally heard of by No. 47.

"The students of this school are all training hard in the classroom!" Number 47 threw a club and sat down beside Lin Mo with a smile.

"Haha! You're right!" Lin Mo admitted decisively!

'What's wrong with being useless? What's wrong with being idle?'

'I'm useless, I'm proud! I'm idle, I'm glorious!'

At this moment, Lin Mo had already sensed that the middle-aged man beside him definitely had some ulterior motive, so he disguised himself as a cleaner and sneaked into the school. However, the other party's target could not be him!

After all… there was no motive!

Who would have nothing better to do and painstakingly sneak into the school to deal with a piece of trash?

Moreover, Lin Mo left school on time every day! Even if someone really wanted to deal with him, it was impossible for them to do it in school. Did they really think that there were no martial arts experts among the teachers in Haicheng Martial High?

"Could it be for Yan Yimo?" Lin Mo immediately thought of this possibility.

He had long heard that the geniuses on the Genius List of Xia country would be assassinated by assassins.

If this middle-aged cleaner was really an assassin, it was obvious who his target was!

"But if he's really here to assassinate Yan Yimo, why didn't he just go to the villa and sit here with me to fish?" Lin Mo didn't quite understand. He decided to test the other party.

However, to Lin Mo's surprise, before he could test the waters, the other party confessed.

"Little Brother Lin Mo, I hit it off with you at first sight, so I won't hide it from you! I'm not a cleaner!" Number 47 really wanted to find someone to vent his frustration. Seeing that Lin Mo was getting along well, he decided to lay his cards on the table. "Actually, I'm an assassin!"