The Sword in the Stone slowly drove into the underground parking lot of the skyscraper, like a sharp sword placed in a weapon rack, lying quietly in the parking space.
Lin Mo got off the car, walked to the elevator, and pressed the button for the 15th floor with ease, and the elevator began to slowly go up.
Arriving on the fifteenth floor, passing through the messy and dirty homeless people and various debris placed in the corridor, Lin Mo arrived at Beichuan Hao's apartment suite and rang the doorbell.
After a while, the door opened, and a slightly respectful Kitagawa Hao came into view.
Seeing Lin Mo arriving, he bowed and quickly moved away.
The Japanese people's concept of respecting the strong is really like being obsessed with it.
Seeing this scene, Lin Mo couldn't help but feel a little emotional. He recalled that Kitagawa Hiroshi didn't look good on him when he first entered the door a week ago.
Walking into the house, the decoration inside is exactly the same as in memory.
But Lin Mo still noticed a change, that is, the decoration of this apartment seemed to be more pink?
Sitting on the ring-shaped sofa in the living room is a girl with long hair shawl. Her face is delicate and fair, and her long black hair is spread on both sides of her face, making her look gentle and charming.
But there was no trace of color in those deep black eyes. She stared blankly at the table in front of her, like a delicate porcelain doll. No matter how ingenious it was, it still lacked that touch of agility.
This was the first time Lin Mo came face to face with a girl.
Before, the girl always leaned on Kitagawa Hao's back, or hid her head in Kitagawa Hao's arms, making it difficult to see her face clearly.
Now that I see her, it's no wonder Kitagawa Hiroshi once laughed at himself and said that the girl and he may not be biological, because the difference in appearance between the two is too big.
The girl seemed to be aware of Lin Mo's arrival. She raised her head slightly and looked at Lin Mo, looking at him with a little more sparkle in her eyes.
Kitagawa Shizu - the girl's name, Kitagawa Hiroshi once mentioned.
Lin Mo touched his pocket, only now was he surprised to realize that he didn't bring a home gift. However, he had already arrived at someone else's house, and it was not appropriate to go out to buy things.
Just when he was stunned for a moment, Kitagawa Hao walked to the girl's side with gentle steps, put his hand lightly on the girl's shoulder, and whispered:
"Jing, this is Mr. Lin who I often tell you, Mr. Lin Mo."
"If it hadn't been for Mr. Lin Mo's help, brother, I wouldn't have been able to rescue you."
Beichuan nodded blankly, her expression as dull as a puppet, but whenever her eyes came into contact with Lin Mo, they would flicker a few times inexplicably.
Finally, she timidly whispered: "Thank you, Brother Lin Mo, for saving me and my brother."
Lin Mo:......
Kitagawa Hiroshi:......
The atmosphere in the room instantly fell into an eerie silence. Lin Mo turned his gaze to Kitagawa Hao, but the other party seemed to have the same idea as him, and their eyes finally met.
Although their lips did not move, the two of them were inexplicably connected at this moment.
Lin Mo gave him a look, and Beichuan Hao instantly understood the meaning:
[Didn’t you mention to her that I am 16 years old? 】
Kitagawa Hao shook his head.
[Then I should continue to pretend? 】
Beichuan Hao pondered for a while and nodded affirmatively.
"What...are you doing?"
Beichuan Jing stared blankly at the two of them "expressing affection".
"Ahem." Kitagawa Hao coughed a few times, cut into the conversation, touched his sister's hair with a smile, and said softly:
"Jun Lin is just not used to others calling him brother. Jing, maybe you can call him Jun Lin like me, or you can call him Jun Mo."
Beichuan Jing shrank timidly on the sofa, looked at Lin Mo with weak eyes, and said with a slight blush:
"Then can I call you Brother Lin?"
Lin Mo:......
This was the first time that he felt speechless.
Although he is regarded as an elder brother by others, Lin Mo, who has never tried to be an elder since he was a child, is still quite happy.
But in fact, 18-year-old Kitagawa Shizu is indeed his sister in terms of physical age...
Suddenly, a burst of news flashed in front of his eyes. He opened it subconsciously and found that it was transmitted by Kitagawa Hao calmly.
[Hiroshi Kitagawa: Mr. Lin, although it’s presumptuous to ask you to do this, I still ask you to be my brother for once. What Jing needs more is the care from her elders]
Lin Mo sighed, looked at Beichuan Hao's pleading look, and nodded silently.
He walked up to Beichuan Jing, squatted down silently, took her hand, took out the super smart pistol from the holster on his waist, and put it in Beichuan Jing's hand.
"This is for you."
Beichuan Hao's eyes widened and he quickly said, "Mr. Lin, how can I let you spend so much money?"
Lin Mo ignored him and stared directly at Beichuan Jing.
The latter tried to avoid his gaze, but he was like a rabbit that had no retreat. The fur on his back was pinched and there was no room for resistance.
"I'm not very good at comforting people. I gave this gun to you so that you can protect yourself in the future. Your brother and I can't be with you all the time, but one thing will never change, that is, once you get out of trouble, If something happens, your brother will definitely look for you like crazy, and I will also be worried about you."
Lin Mo thought about his words for a while, and said slowly while thinking.
"Brother Lin, are you worried about me?" Beichuan Jing's eyes glowed a little and she looked up at Lin Mo.
Beichuan Hao on the side couldn't help but twitching when he saw this, and suddenly felt cold in his heart. He sadly realized that he seemed to be excluded by his sister.
Lin Mo nodded kindly, hesitated for a while, and finally reached out and touched the girl's head, and said:
"You must learn to protect yourself. When you have time in the future, let your brother teach you how to use a gun."
The moment her palm touched her head, Beichuan Jing's body trembled violently, her cheeks turned red, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes were covered by her hanging hair.
Finally, she nodded silently.
...
The door opened and Lin Mo walked out of the suite. Beichuan Hao behind him was still telling Beichuan Jing to be careful if she stayed at home alone.
After walking out of the room, Beichuan Hao's face fell instantly.
"Don't be depressed, look at how bad you are." Lin Mothi smiled and nudged Beichuan Hao with his elbow.
Kitagawa Hiroshi had a mournful expression on his face. This upright man would not be afraid even when faced with a hail of bullets, but now he felt a little aggrieved like a child who had lost his toy.
"No, Mr. Lin, I am happier than anyone else that Jing can cheer up. I just... I just..." Kitagawa Hao murmured in a low voice.
"You just feel that in the eyes of your sister, you are no better than an outsider?" Lin Mo exposed his inner knot and patted him on the shoulder:
"Actually, I know the reason."
"What is it?" Kitagawa Hao asked.
"You and your sister have been dependent on each other since childhood. In the eyes of your sister, maybe your role is not that of an elder brother, but more like a father. She is used to your doting, so your comfort will not have much effect. Instead, it is me, an outsider who suddenly breaks in. When she came in, she was traumatized, so she regarded my savior as her brother." Lin Mo analyzed seriously.
"That's it!" Seeing Lin Mo find a reason for himself, Beichuan Hao also felt that his mood didn't seem so low anymore.
"Don't take these things to heart. When we go to Wakako's place later, we still have a mission." Lin Mo said.
Beichuan Hao nodded: "Don't worry, Mr. Lin, I will keep a good attitude."
While chatting, the two came to the underground parking lot of the building.
"Lin Jun, is this car yours?" Standing in front of the Sword in the Stone, Beichuan Hao's face was filled with shock, and his eyes looking at the sports car were a bit more like a pilgrim.
As a former member of the Tiger Claw Gang, he has done some research on sports cars.
The Sword in the Stone is the most powerful and best-performing sports car on the market, bar none!
"Want to take a seat?" Lin Mo put his hand on the hood of the car and asked with a smile.
"I didn't expect Mr. Lin's financial resources to be so rich..."
Beichuan Hao took a deep breath. From the past week's interactions, he could see that Lin Mo's identity and background were definitely not simple.
From this point of view, he still underestimated.
"Thanks to Mr. Lin for your support, I want to give it a try!" Beichuan Hao said sincerely.
"Okay, please get in the car!" Lin Mo opened the door and got into the passenger seat.
Kitagawa Hiroshi calmed down his excitement, carefully sat on the driver's seat, rubbed his hands on the steering wheel, and finally pulled his hand to start the engine.
The Sword in the Stone roared like an angry dragon and sped away from the parking lot.
