Chapter 552 – Honorary Regimental Commander

As expected, things were heading in the direction Ling Mo had anticipated. However, even Ling Mo didn’t foresee that the previously disorganized F Team would become so efficient when faced with such an important matter…

To summarize, within a few days, they accomplished three major tasks:

First, through a group fight, they selected several members who had both strength and good character to form a decision-making team, which they named the “Council of Elders.”

Second, they officially changed the cumbersome name of the base to F Team. Lucy’s expression was quite conflicted when she saw the unanimous approval.

The first time Lucy heard the term “F Team” was probably right when she started interacting with Ling Mo. She never imagined that the casual and somewhat irresponsible nickname Ling Mo had tossed out would eventually become their official name.

But what choice did they have? Everyone in Falcon referred to them as F Team. Changing the name wouldn’t make a difference…

Interestingly, the most enthusiastic supporters of the name change were not the ordinary members but the Council of Elders.

They even began planning to make black robes as uniforms and to distribute pitchforks as weapons…

However, this plan was immediately vetoed by President Lucy with one sentence:

“Fighting zombies in robes? Are you kidding me?”

“And another thing… Stop letting Ling Mo influence you! The outside is crawling with zombies, and none of you are strong enough yet. How can you even think of putting on such relaxed expressions? Put those smiles away, be serious! Ah, there we go, that’s more like it. Now you look like normal people…”

The elders were heartbroken. Without strength and power, they didn’t even have the right to smile…

But what they didn’t know was that after saying this, and looking at the dejected faces of her companions, the always stern Lucy couldn’t help but let a slight smile curl at the corners of her mouth.

“These people, they’ve learned to joke and find joy… Well, it’s better than losing themselves in despair. That Ling Mo, he really does know how to influence people…”

As for the third thing, they appointed Ling Mo as their Honorary Regimental Commander, and this decision was unanimously approved.

After all, considering it from any angle, bringing Ling Mo into their team was beneficial and harmless for them.

If Ling Mo thrived, they could bask in his glory;

If Ling Mo had bad luck…

Honestly, no one thought Ling Mo would have bad luck.

His individual strength was already impressive, let alone the fact that he had three girls with him.

When the four of them were together, it wasn’t a simple addition of their strengths, it was an exponential multiplication!

With such a combination, how could they ever suffer misfortune?

So, after the internal vote passed, a group of F Team members pushed Lucy forward.

“President, you must win Ling Mo over!”

“Get him onboard!”

“Should you change into a different dress to add some authority? …Okay, just forget I said that.”

…

A few minutes later, an obviously irritated Lucy knocked on Ling Mo’s door.

For the past few days, Ling Mo had stayed in his room and showed no interest in F Team’s affairs. However, it was precisely this attitude that boosted the F Team members’ trust in him.

What they needed was a strong pillar, not another leader. Ling Mo’s reluctance to meddle in F Team matters? That was perfect!

Even Lucy thought Ling Mo was being quite cooperative; it seemed he understood the situation perfectly…

Lucy took a deep breath, adjusted her expression, and even forced a smile: “Be warm, be friendly…”

However, the moment the door opened, Lucy’s mouth dropped open, and seconds later, she angrily blurted out, “So this is what you’ve been doing these past few days?!”

Standing before her, Ling Mo looked quite energetic, but his posture—one hand on his lower back and the other holding the door frame—betrayed him.

Not to mention his messy hair and disheveled clothes; even if Lucy chose to ignore those, the hickeys on his neck were too obvious to miss.

The sheer number of them suggested that there wasn’t much room left for more anytime soon…

“Doing what?” Ling Mo asked, running a hand through his hair.

Lucy fell silent immediately.

After a moment of staring at each other, Lucy finally spoke slowly, “I came to discuss something serious with you.”

“Um… Is here the place to talk?” Ling Mo subtly pulled the door slightly and used his body to block Lucy’s view.

“It’s too late, okay! I already saw those long legs on the bed! And besides… your mixed-race girl is waving at me wrapped in a bed sheet!”

Lucy rolled her eyes, ignoring the waving Li Yalin and the figure that suddenly lunged to pull her back. Turning to Ling Mo, she said, “Let’s talk here. This matter is quite important to us, and it’s a major decision we’ve made…”

Lucy tried hard to look serious and even threw in a few formal phrases.

But as soon as she saw the hickeys on Ling Mo’s neck, she lost interest…

“Forget it… I’ll get straight to the point. We all hope you can become our Honorary Regimental Commander. What do you think?” Lucy asked weakly.

Ling Mo leaned against the door frame, touched his chin with one hand, and said, “To strengthen relations with Yuwen Xuan?”

“Yes,” Lucy nodded.

“Hoping to get more firsthand information from me?” Ling Mo asked again.

“To be precise, we hope to keep pace with Falcon’s findings in this area. You must have informed Yuwen Xuan about the new zombie situation, right?” Lucy straightforwardly stated.

Ling Mo nodded, “Yes.”

“You’re a mighty tree, and we want to enjoy the shade. It’s that simple,” Lucy said.

“Hmm…” Ling Mo slowly rubbed his chin and suddenly had a mischievous smile, “And what about you? What can you offer me? A tree gives you shade; shouldn’t you give back some nutrients?”

“Be specific,” Lucy’s expression was not surprised. Knowing Ling Mo well, she anticipated that it wouldn’t be easy to take advantage of him without compensating. Without a sufficient price, how could they possibly convince him?

Moreover, this guy had an innate talent for extortion. His demands were always maddeningly within a range that wouldn’t exceed the other party’s capacity but would still cause them significant discomfort.

Thinking about it, it was a miracle he had agreed to accompany Lucy back to the TV station for free…

Although Lucy knew in her heart that Ling Mo must have some plan, she couldn’t help but feel a bit itchy with curiosity…

Could it be for her? Could it?

This thought kept circling in Lucy’s mind, and eventually, she convinced herself it was true…

But seeing Ling Mo hiding in his room, playing those shameless games with the girls, Lucy’s heart suddenly felt stuffed and uncomfortable.

Was she overthinking?

Looking at Ling Mo’s calculating, sly expression and the hickeys on his neck, Lucy suddenly snorted, then kicked him hard.

“Ouch!”

“Hmph! Think it over and let me know!” Lucy glared at Ling Mo fiercely, bit her lip, then stormed off with a wave of her hand, clearly upset.

“Hey! Why did you sneak attack me!” Ling Mo yelled, clutching his knee.

But as Lucy’s figure disappeared around the corner, Ling Mo suddenly paused.

This woman is acting strange today…

“Huh? She wasn’t wearing her leather jacket… tight jeans and vintage boots… this rock style suits her quite well,” Ling Mo muttered to himself before clutching his knee and howling, “Ye Lian, I’m hurt, come patch me up… Don’t run away! Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to you!”

“Whew…”

Leaning against the corner, Lucy took a deep breath, listening to Ling Mo’s shouts and the sound of the door closing down the hallway.

The surroundings returned to silence, but Lucy’s mind was anything but calm.

“That guy really has a knack for making people angry…”

Lucy tugged at her shirt and twisted the leather string on her wrist.

Hanging from the string was a small cross, the only thing Lucy had brought from home.

“Yes… the only thing…”

Lucy felt a bit lost. She had already realized that her feelings for Ling Mo had probably developed to a point where she couldn’t control them…

“But…”

Lucy touched the cross and exhaled: “Lulu, stay calm, stay calm…”