Chapter 492

Chapter 492: Dragoon? What Is That?

Having just completed his flying performance and once again ignited the audience’s excitement, Lin Mo took the ten servings of snacks and juice that Chen Haiqing handed him. Chen Haiqing had specifically prepared this large amount, knowing Lin Mo’s reputation as a big eater was well-known in the industry.

The "Dragon Knights" were now the prized possession of National Defense Star and Shenyang Aircraft Corporation, and they were not to be compromised. Chen Haiqing exclusively handled all the food for the exhibition, ensuring even the "Dragon General" had a dedicated team to guard it.

Lin Mo eagerly chewed on the special beef jerky while gulping down fresh juice, enjoying the meal immensely.

The flying performance was indeed thrilling, but it consumed a lot of energy, leading to a greater food demand than usual.

“What are you looking at?”

Lin Mo noticed Young Master Chen gazing intently at the crowd outside the exhibition area, murmuring comments to himself.

Goodness, this guy isn’t trying to draw in guests; instead, he’s here to admire the beautiful women.

Young Master Chen looked as if he wished he had a synthetic aperture radar to scan the three-dimensional shapes of those lovely ladies.

Sigh, using a pilot’s keen eyes for such things is truly a waste.

Hearing Lin Mo’s voice, Young Master Chen patted Lin Mo’s shoulder without turning, speaking with an air of “any man would understand,” saying, “Of course, I’m admiring the beauties! The women who can appear here are definitely high-class. Just look at those chubby little darlings they brought, heh heh. They’re all first-rate. Ordinary folks can’t see such quality, and they’re far superior to those movie stars.”

“What’s so good about it? Can you even flirt with one? Be careful or you might attract a spy, and then you’ll be in trouble.”

Lin Mo didn’t believe he’d meet any pure, innocent beauties in this place. One night of fun could earn him a charge of treason, leading to a lifetime of trouble, especially for someone with their status, who would surely attract the attention of spies and agents.

“Don’t say such discouraging things! This is Paris, the fashion capital, a gathering place for the world’s most tasteful women! If you can just find one who is pretty, wealthy, and comes from a good family, it’d be worth your whole life,” Chen Haiqing replied, clearly enjoying the view and openly whistling at the beauties who glanced his way. Most of them rolled their eyes, yet Young Master Chen remained undeterred.

The mission had been laid out; the revolution had not yet succeeded, and comrades still needed to work hard.

“Look, look! There’s a beauty! She seems to be from Central Asia and is single! Plus, she has a bodyguard! If I could marry her, I’d cut down my hard work by twenty years. Oh no, it could be a hundred years! Hey, hey, Lin, you glutton, don’t just eat; come on, let’s throw a wink at the beauty.”

Dragon Knights throwing winks? If that giant dragon joined in, who knows how many would drop dead from shock? Young Master Chen’s eyes sparkled like a pair of 1000-watt floodlights.

However, Chen Haiqing was frustrated by Lin Mo’s indifference. This glutton seemed to love nothing but eating and playing with fighter jets! Did he really want to be a lifelong bachelor? Given such a great opportunity, why not snag a rich girl and not let this life go to waste?

“With your charm, I can’t see any woman ever being interested in you. You are just pathetic! Sure, you can fly fighter jets better than me, but you seriously lack in picking up girls. Just eat away while I show you how it’s done!”

“Hey, hey! Look! That Central Asian beauty is looking our way! See? My charm is indeed impressive! She’s coming over! Oh my god, she’s coming this way!”

As Chen Haiqing was posturing, he suddenly noticed that the Central Asian beauty surrounded by her bodyguards seemed to notice him and was pushing past her bodyguards, approaching him—no, she was running toward him! Was she really about to leap into his arms?

He was taken aback; did he actually have such irresistible charm that someone would fall for him at first sight?

Someone of her caliber was beyond his reach!

Just as Chen Haiqing was torn between feeling trapped or going with the flow, he caught a whiff of a fragrance sweeping past him.

What was going on?

Chen Haiqing stiffly turned his head, and the sight that met his eyes nearly made him pop his eyeballs out. That Central Asian beauty had leaped straight into Lin Mo’s arms!

Heaven above! Earth below!

Could it be that this year’s trend favored women who liked gluttons?

Chen Haiqing suddenly felt the urge to snatch food from Lin Mo’s hands and mimic his eating style to charm a girl, convinced Lin Mo must have intentionally omitted the latest Parisian “fashion” tip from him.

He had just been scolding Lin Mo for being indifferent to beauty, but the cruel reality slapped him hard in the face. Were today’s beauties truly brainless, eagerly throwing themselves at someone who wouldn’t even glance their way?

Oh my, and now it’s “I see you”—can you get any more cheesy? Young Master Chen’s self-esteem took a significant hit.

I might as well just give up on life!

“Sally?!”

Lin Mo finally saw the beauty who suddenly leaped into his chest, replacing the beef jerky with her warm and fragrant presence. Luckily, he didn’t mistake this stunning woman for jerky, even though she seemed a hundred percent willing for him to do so.

“Indeed, it’s you!”

When this Pashtun woman appeared before him again, Lin Mo confirmed he wasn’t imagining things. The girl he had met in Afghanistan had truly arrived in Paris.

“Yes, yes, it’s me, sir! I’ve finally found you!”

Sally, clinging tightly to Lin Mo, cried beautifully, tears falling like raindrops on a pear blossom. She held on to him, fearing he would disappear again, leaving her anxiously longing for him.

“Sir!”

Abik finally reacted, chasing after them but wisely standing ten steps away, greeting Lin Mo with a respectful nod.

After the battle at Gem Valley, Abik was aware of how formidable Lin Mo was.

Azrael! The legendary angel of death, Abik firmly believed he had once seen the true nature of this young man. That was a real miracle!

As a devout follower of Allah and the Quran, Abik had no doubts that this knight was an angel sent by Allah, here to eliminate all wicked lives. His fear and respect for Lin Mo even surpassed that for the female CEO, Sally.

“Uh-huh!”

Lin Mo lightly nodded in response. Abik, dressed in high-end branded suits, seemed to be doing quite well lately, better than when he had struggled to make a living in the mountains.

Finally seeing Lin Mo, Sally was almost speechless; her tears rolled down like precious pearls, causing Chen Haiqing to stare in shock. Could it be that this heartless man had done something monstrous, garnering the wrath of heaven and angering the people, making this beauty weep so sorrowfully?

The bodyguards Sally brought were mostly members of the village guard from Gem Valley and mercenaries who all recognized Lin Mo. Seeing this scene, they collectively pretended to see nothing, their eyes drifting away as if nothing happened.

Only a few bodyguards who had never seen Lin Mo stood dumbfounded, watching their boss act like a little woman, throwing herself into his arms.

Was this really the decisive, wise, and fast-moving boss they knew? The difference was too great!

“It’s not convenient to talk here! Let’s change places!”

Lin Mo set down his food. In this situation, he had no appetite; after all, allowing this Pashtun girl to cling to him like this for everyone to see wasn’t right. He cast a glance at Young Master Chen, who looked so jealous he could bend his nose out of shape. Sigh, don’t be foolish; he needed to get her off or she might end up in a cosmetic hospital.

“Hey, hey! Where are you two going?”

Chen Haiqing saw Lin Mo openly taking the Central Asian beauty’s hand and leading her away with the strong bodyguards, urgently calling after them.

But he only saw Lin Mo wave his hand without looking back, suggesting that they’d be right back.

He could tell at a glance that there was something going on between these two. Angrily, Chen Haiqing shook his fist at Lin Mo’s retreating figure.

The CEO of Dragoon, known for being resolute, seemed almost like a little lamb, allowing Lin Mo to lead her away from Bourget Airport.

Abik sent the others involved in fighter jet procurement and negotiations back to the hotel while he followed behind Lin Mo and Sally with the bodyguards, diligently safeguarding them.

However, with Azrael, the angel of death, by their side, Abik wasn’t particularly worried about Sally’s safety, and he didn’t fret too much about them disappearing.

Bourget Airport was too crowded, with an army of reporters making it quite unsafe. So Lin Mo took Sally to a quiet Western restaurant in Paris, ordered a few dishes, and finally sat down.

“Um, you can call me ‘Dragon Knight.’ My real name must remain a secret; I can’t tell you.”

Due to confidentiality rules, Lin Mo kept his name as secret as possible and personally poured a glass of juice for Sally.

“Yes, sir. When can you come back? I can return everything I have to you.”

At that moment, the waiter brought two steaks. Lin Mo’s steak was just as everyone imagined—an oversized portion smothered in rich gravy. It was impressive that this restaurant could find such a large piece of steak, probably freshly cut from the cold storage.

“Um, about that Lapis Lazuli mine, I’ll go dig it when I have the chance. I’ve been quite busy lately; just keep an eye on it for me.”

As the rich aroma of the meat wafted through the air, Lin Mo’s appetite surged. Although the Lapis Lazuli mine was valuable, it wasn’t worth too much of his effort. He could deal with it after the “monstrous” project was completed.

“No, I meant Dragoon, the Dragoon group.”

Sally’s face flushed lightly as she spoke, feeling a bit anxious about not meeting his expectations.

“Dragoon? What are you talking about?” Lin Mo sliced off a piece of beef and dipped it in the gravy with his fork. Suddenly, he paused, looking confused.

Dragoon? What’s that? Does it have anything to do with my Lapis Lazuli mine?