Zombie Bodyguard-Chapter 904 - 901: A Foolproof Plan?

"Mr. Lin, what should we do? We’ve run into them again. Should we find another place?" An Xiaoru said softly, seeing that the other group was large and worried that Lin Tian would get bullied.

"Hehe, why should we change? This place isn’t his home," Lin Tian said nonchalantly and continued walking inside.

"Mr. Lin, we are really fated to meet. We run into each other even here." Mo Mingda’s voice came from behind as he recognized Lin Tian and An Xiaoru.

"Mr. Lin, don’t leave. Today, Mr. Mo is hosting; whatever you want to buy, Mr. Mo will cover it." Liu Weiyuan said with a smug smile.

In a place like this, without money you can’t make it work. Liu Weiyuan thought Lin Tian was just a fraudster from Jianghu and surely couldn’t afford to spend here, probably not getting past the first floor, so he wanted to use money to humiliate Lin Tian.

Lin Tian turned around and glanced at them, smiling faintly: "If I buy the whole mall, will you cover that too?"

"You..." Liu Weiyuan hesitated and then flung his hand: "Hmph, a mere Jianghu quack. Don’t bother being shameless. Still think you’re going to buy the whole mall? Do you know how much this mall is worth? You couldn’t afford even one floor with ten lifetimes’ earnings. It’s really arrogant."

"No need to get angry, Brother Liu." Mo Mingda relaxedly patted Liu Weiyuan, then said to Lin Tian: "Mr. Lin, I won’t make things difficult for you. But after all, we have a little feud; they say grudges shouldn’t drag on overnight. Since this isn’t the Yun Family, shouldn’t we settle this?"

"Oh, how does Brother Mo plan to settle it? Are you going to find someone to drive me out of the Imperial Capital?" Lin Tian said calmly.

Mo Mingda waved his hand and laughed: "No, no, no, I, Mo Mingda, wouldn’t do something so crude. Let’s make a bet. If you lose, you vanish and don’t stay in Jinghua City any longer. Just go back to wherever you came from. How about it, dare to take it?"

"Sure, if you lose, then what?" Lin Tian said carelessly.

Mo Mingda chuckled inwardly, thinking to himself, a Jianghu quack is just that, accepting the wager without knowing what it is. His brain must be fried. But this is good; get him out early, or else if he stirs things up at the Yun Family and happens to cure the old man, Yun Xiaotian will get all the credit, which is very bad for me.

Get this Jianghu quack out soon and kill all potential threats in the bud, Mo Mingda decided and said: "If I lose, the Ferrari I drive will be yours."

"Mr. Mo, that’s not wise. That’s a limited edition Ferrari. Money can’t buy it. Where’s the need to wager a Ferrari against a mere Jianghu quack? Just a few thousand should be enough to send him off." Liu Weiyuan hurriedly advised.

Mo Mingda turned to him and whispered: "Brother Liu, listen to me. Since this Jianghu quack dares to come here, he probably has some money. A few thousand won’t move him. I’m using a Ferrari as the wager to lure him, so he won’t back out. If he loses, won’t the Ferrari still be mine?"

"Right, why didn’t I think of that? The bet is at Mr. Mo’s discretion. This Jianghu quack is bound to lose. Mr. Mo’s quite considerate." Liu Weiyuan complimented.

Lin Tian’s ears twitched, clearly hearing their murmurs, somewhat surprised. This Mo Mingda has some cunning, unlike the usual brainless playboys, understanding the principle of risking big for big returns.

Being able to mix well at the Yun Family, it seems he has some brains.

"Mr. Lin, have you thought it through? This is a bet with huge potential gains; if you lose, you have no loss, just leaving Jinghua City. And if you win, the Ferrari is yours." Mo Mingda said confidently, believing Lin Tian couldn’t refuse such a temptation.

"Mr. Lin, don’t agree. You don’t even know what the bet is yet. If you lose, it’ll ruin Young Master Yun’s well-meaning efforts." An Xiaoru advised.

"I agree to this bet." Lin Tian called out boldly. An Xiaoru was slightly disappointed; Mr. Lin didn’t seem like someone who cared about wealth, so why agree to Mo Mingda’s wager?

Before Mo Mingda and his group could rejoice, Lin Tian added: "But I have one condition: if you lose, you must apologize to An Xiaoru. She’s just working at the Yun Family, not sold to them. Is it manly to insult a young woman every time you speak?"

An Xiaoru looked at Lin Tian with surprise, not expecting him to stand up for her, realizing she wrongly judged Lin Tian, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Mo Mingda furrowed his brows; being asked to apologize to a servant, he’d rather die than not do it. If word got out, he’d become the laughingstock of the circle.

However, he didn’t think he would lose, at least the opponent wouldn’t win. Mo Mingda then said: "Alright, per your terms."

"Great, the wager is set. Now, let’s hear what your bet is about." Lin Tian said.

"The wager is simple. The top floor of this mall has a famous fashion designer from France. Whoever can get the designer to create an outfit for them wins." Mo Mingda revealed the bet he’d devised long ago.

In Mo Mingda’s view, Lin Tian was just a Jianghu quack, and he was the young master of the Yun Family, higher in status and rank. The designer would surely choose him, a Yun Family young master, not a mere Jianghu quack.

After all, the designer had created clothing for the Yun Family senior members before, so his chances were far greater than Lin Tian’s. Even if neither was chosen, it would just be a draw, which is why Mo Mingda felt he was invincible.

Furthermore, he considered the worst scenario: even if the designer, on impulse, chose Lin Tian, he thought Lin Tian couldn’t afford the designer’s fees, eventually getting chased out by security, even more embarrassing, further humiliating Lin Tian.

This was a foolproof plan, Mo Mingda smugly thought.

"A fashion design? Sure, lead the way, Brother Mo." Lin Tian smiled.

Mo Mingda and his group exchanged glances, eyes filled with laughter, then took the lead inside.

An Xiaoru walked behind, and quietly asked: "Mr. Lin, I’ve heard that this designer only designs for the influential. Are you confident in winning?"

"No," Lin Tian frankly said.

An Xiaoru was speechless, agreeing to a wager without confidence and still being so casual and indifferent. She couldn’t understand what Mr. Lin was thinking.

With Mo Mingda leading, the group took the elevator to the top floor.

"Welcome!"

Just stepping out of the elevator, two beautiful female attendants greeted them, led them inside the store, not immediately looking at clothes, but to a rest area, served coffee, and then another woman entered. freёnovelkiss-com

"Hello, I’m the image designer here. Is there anything I can help you with?" The woman dressed in a suit looked sexy and capable, speaking warmly and amiably.

But Lin Tian was puzzled, wasn’t the designer supposed to be from France? Yet the woman in front of him was from Huaxia.