Chapter 1542 - 1557: The Flying Thief

Chapter 1542: Chapter 1557: The Flying Thief

The meal was plentiful, and Lin Mu ate heartily with his belly wide open. Nanny Wang disappeared like a ghost after serving the dishes; truly, all kinds of characters emerge in a big place! Lin Mu didn’t mind.

Sophie wasn’t feeling well. After dinner, she chatted casually for a while before getting up to return to her room. The mansion has four floors: the first floor is for the servants, the second floor has guest rooms, and the fourth floor contains the study and the reception room. As Sophie’s personal bodyguard, Lin Mu was fortunate to be assigned to the third floor.

"Nanny Wang has already tidied up, you can stay here. The bedding is new, there’s a bathroom in the room for taking a hot shower, and the closet contains clothes prepared for you; see if they fit, if not, we’ll have someone replace them tomorrow..."

Sophie leaned against the door, lightly sipping coffee to stay awake. She had many documents to handle later on.

"Besides the bed being a bit small, everything else is quite nice. By the way, where do you live?"

"Why do you need to ask this?" Sophie suddenly became vigilant.

"Please. If I don’t know where you are, how can I carry out protection?"

Lin Mu rolled his eyes and said, "What if the assassin from this morning sneaks in while the moon is dark and the wind is high..."

"Impossible! The villa’s security level is very high, not only on the roof, the glass, but even within the steel-reinforced concrete there are embedded anti-theft networks. Any violent attempts to breach will trigger alarms instantly. Unless someone knows how to phase through walls, no one can sneak into the mansion undetected."

"Tch! Even contraceptives have their leaks these days, not to mention an electronic system? Just to be safe, you shouldn’t return to your room. Just sleep here; although the bed is a bit small, two people can manage to squeeze in. Don’t go! Or, you know, I could go to your place instead. I’m not picky with beds; I can sleep anywhere just the same!"

Bam! The door slammed shut hard, vaguely inside a lady boss’s delicate voice scolding could be heard: "I said you neglected me for five years, so I must neglect you for five years. Let’s talk about our matters after five years..."

Lin Mu rubbed his nose sullenly, turned, and went back to his room.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Lin Mu has been on the job for half a month; life’s been peaceful, Song Yanan still finds him disagreeable, and Nanny Wang continues to be ghostly, walking soundlessly and seen only during meals serving, disappearing at other times.

However, Su Xiaowan is quite cordial to him, since Lin Mu is her savior no matter if he was once a Flying Dragon boss or presently a down-and-out nobody, Su Xiaowan has always taken good care of him.

Under Su Xiaowan’s influence, President Su also engaged Lin Mu in conversations and laughter, though never mentioned their previous engagement, maybe because five years is a long time, blowing away earlier romance and charm together, yet fortunately, they shared an office during working hours, carpooling after work, chatting and joking in leisure; their relationship wasn’t as stiff as imagined.

The full moon of fifteen days shone, night deepened, wind stirred treetops, stirring rustling sounds.

A shadow darted over the wall, moving like a phantom. He seemed very familiar with the environment, traversing routes within camera blind spots. Quickly, the shadow evaded the patrol teams and two security group experts, reaching the front of the mansion.

"Damn, had my pants off for this?"

After searching online for ages, Lin Mu finally managed to download the train pervert, only to discover it was actually "Four Famous Detectives". Furious and cursing for quite a while, Lin Mu parched and kicking his slippers, he stepped out of the room.

At that moment, it was late night, and under smart system adjustments, the mansion’s lights noticeably dimmed. Lin Mu reached the stairway, suddenly paused, bent over scratching his toe, muttering as he went downstairs.

"What’s this so-called North African Soldier King, just so-so."

A shadow landed lightly from the ceiling, his whole body wrapped in nightwear, only revealing a pair of slender eyes. Sneering, the black-clad security stepped towards Song Yanan’s door; however, just as he took out a key, ready to unlock, a flip-flop suddenly flew, smacking him on the back of the head.

"Come on, such a big mansion, and not a single thing handy!"

Lin Mu shook his head regretfully, jumped forward on one leg twice, and said: "Look at that, send the slipper back, it’s twenty bucks a pair of high-quality stuff, if broken can you afford to pay?"

"Die!"

The black-clad security’s eyes cold, darted forward.

Clang! Pale blade light flashed from its sheath, fast as thunder and heavy as thousand pounds. Midway through its path, the light divided into seven, covering a three-meter radius, the sound of waves hitting the shore resonated in the air.

"Blood Shadow Demon Saber?"

Lin Mu gasped in surprise, lifting his big foot.

The Blood Shadow Demon Saber was once the original supreme skill of the East’s top ninjutsu adept Hatanaka Tairou, unexpectedly encountering his apprentice now!

Time seemed to freeze. Only hearing a bam, the blade light shattered, black-clad security retreating three steps, almost losing consciousness. With eyes wide, he glanced at Lin Mu, hesitated not a bit, leaped from the third floor, hastily exited outside.

"It can’t be?"

Lin Mu stood startled, seemingly unexpected at the black-clad security running decisively. Quickly picked up the slippers, slipped them on; he too leaped, jumping down from the third floor.

Night wind teased leg hairs, Lin Mu though in slippers, moved swiftly; comparatively, the black-clad security struck in the belly by his foot, lacked previous agility. This decrease and increase had Lin Mu quickly catching up, but regrettably, the black-clad security was well-prepared, smeared in grease top to bottom, Lin Mu with beautiful grapples yielded only a thumb’s worth of butter, unable to subdue the opponent.

"Damn, is there such a vulgar assassin? If you’ve got guts, stand still; let me re-match with your four legs."

"I’ll give you eight legs, if you dare not chase."

"Still dare to talk back?" Lin Mu’s brow furrowed, said slyly: "Once I catch you, I’ll flatten you and stick you on a wall like a photo!"

Black-clad security’s calves trembled, nearly croaking, "Heh, truly a creature with developed limbs and simple mind, failed to see through my diversion strategy, heh, now the people inside the villa might all be dead."

Lin Mu chased fiercely, unexpectedly startled hearing the words.

"Terrible! Crap, Feifei’s in danger!"

Cold sweat instantly trickled, no longer chasing the black-clad security, he turned around frantically rushing back towards the mansion.

The hall was quiet, only several beams of orange lighting illuminated the space. Lin Mu, anxious and burning, leapt over the sofa swiftly, legs bent jumped sharply, slightly leveraging the second-floor projection ledge, his form steadily stood on the third floor.