When Ling Mo's second cigarette was almost finished, the guard had basically written everything down.
He cautiously handed the notebook over, still saying, "I've written everything I could think of; there shouldn't be any omissions..." This anxious feeling was much like submitting an exam paper during school days, except the examiner wasn't grading scores but his life...
Ling Mo flicked through it fairly quickly, yet even so, the guard was drenched in cold sweat by the time Ling Mo looked up.
"How is it?" The guard forced out a smile and asked.
"Not bad." Ling Mo commented.
After being intimidated by Ling Mo's "Mind Reading Technique," the seemingly timid guard finally became quite obedient.
However, if he intended to fabricate anything, Ling Mo, who was constantly watching his spiritual fluctuations, would also be able to spot it...
Upon hearing Ling Mo's approval, the guard breathed a sigh of relief, feeling somewhat elated, then said eagerly, "Then I..."
