Chapter 165: Asleep Lying Down

After sending Tian Yang En home, Chen Mo directly drove to Sandy's house.

Although Sandy talked tough, Chen Mo could see she was badly frightened.

Tonight, if Chen Mo doesn't look after her, she will surely have nightmares.

Arriving at Sandy's house, Sandy immediately went to find the medical kit, wanting to treat Chen Mo's wound.

Chen Mo felt Sandy was making a fuss over nothing; his wound was almost healed.

Compared to treating the wound, he might need to fix his hairstyle more.

But Chen Mo couldn't argue with her, so he went along.

While Sandy was looking for the medical kit, Chen Mo called Shen Guodong.

"Guodong, it's me!"

"Mo Ge, it's great that you're okay!"

The lackey following Chen Mo, when Chen Mo was chasing the assassin, got left behind due to poor driving skills, and could only return to the bar first.

Shen Guodong had long known from them that Chen Mo had been attacked by an assassin.

He knew how formidable Chen Mo's skills and marksmanship were, knew Chen Mo would be fine, yet couldn't help worrying.

However, to avoid disturbing Chen Mo while he chased the assassin, Shen Guodong had been refraining from calling him.

Now, having received Chen Mo's call, Shen Guodong finally felt relieved.

"I'm fine, just a bit of skin broken; I'm at Sandy's place. Have your brothers go out and inquire, see who wants to kill me.

Also, send someone to come here, drive my car away and dispose of it. Then call Da Sha and have him bring a car over."

"Okay, Mo Ge, I'll arrange it right away."

Chen Mo is practically becoming a super VIP on Da Sha's side.

Not mentioning how many vehicles his underlings have used, just himself, buying cars back and forth has cost several million.

Chen Mo somewhat suspects he might have a grudge against nice cars.

Before, he drove a Mazda; although it would get stuck in traffic, nothing ever happened.

Since he started driving nice cars, one was stolen once, Tian Yang Sheng blew up one, a Siamese person smashed one, and now this one has also been smashed.

It's only been a few months; who changes cars this frequently!

In an apartment building in Shen Shui Bu.

Asia's top assassin O had just taken the bullet out of his arm and tied a hemostatic bandage around himself.

The phone rang suddenly, making O's nerves instantly tense.

"Hello?"

"How did it go? Was it successful?"

Hearing the familiar voice of agent C7 on the phone, O's nerves relaxed.

"No, the target was highly vigilant and very strong. I messed up and got shot."

"What? Is the injury serious or not?" C7 exclaimed in shock.

The top assassin O not only failed but was also wounded by the target—simply unbelievable.

This job turned out a loss.

"Just a minor wound, nothing serious. But I can't move for these few days."

O was shot in the right arm; before the injury heals, it affects his shooting.

"As long as you're okay, rest and heal. The client has no time pressure, so we don't need to rush."

C7 now hopes O will act later.

He had already been calculating in his mind to contact the client later and raise the fee.

If O acts too quickly, he'll actually earn significantly less.

After hanging up, O pulled the curtains open a slit, picked up a telescope, and began to peer into a room of the opposite apartment building.

On the other end of the phone, after hanging up, C7 immediately opened the computer and sent out an email requesting more money.

Beside him, Tuo Er kept flipping through Chen Mo's data in his hand.

"It's just a Triad Society boss—how tough could he be?" Tuo Er smirked, "I'll take care of him tomorrow."

"Tuo Er, don't mess around. O already failed, which shows this person isn't ordinary.

Moreover, I've already asked the client to raise the price.

If you want to act, you also need to wait for the client's reply before saying anything."

Tuo Er pursed his lips, "Fine, then I'll go probe a bit first—would that be okay?"

Having said that, without waiting for C7's reaction, he got up and left.

"Tuo Er, come back, don't mess around!"

C7's shout had no effect; Tuo Er's steps didn't pause at all, he waved and walked straight away.

At night, Chen Mo lay in bed holding Sandy.

"Mo Ge, can you quit the Triad Society?"

"Why? Still scared?"

"I'm worried you'll get into trouble. Being in the Triad Society leads to no good end."

Sandy has long helped some Triad Society lackeys with lawsuits, seeing too many Triad members end up miserably.

Previously, she thought Chen Mo was running legitimate business, with no enemies; once his business got on track, Chen Mo would definitely leave the Triad Society.

But today's incident made her realize that even if Chen Mo does legitimate work, he's ultimately still mixed up in the Triad Society.

As long as you're in the Triad Society, you'll offend people; the danger won't be any less.

Chen Mo knew Sandy meant well for her, and didn't strongly rebut.

Just relax. I'm fine even with today's situation, and in the future I definitely won't have any trouble. On the whole of Gangdao, nobody capable of killing me has even been born yet.

But...

No 'buts.' Chen Mo interrupted sandy's words, 'I think you're just scared. Come, I'll teach you a bit of new knowledge to chase the fear out of your mind.'

Saying that, Chen Mo reached his hand toward her 43‑inch long legs.

In order to let sandy completely forget the fear of being attacked during the day, Chen Mo decided to try something new.

More than half an hour later, sandy lay sprawled on the bed, with a few tears still at the corners of her eyes.

You bastard, it hurts so much I could die!

Chen Mo rummaged through the medicine box beside him, laughing shamelessly.

It's fine, I'll put some medicine on you, and you'll be all right after a sleep. It's normal for the first time; you'll get used to it next time.

There won't be a next time! You son of a bitch, how am I supposed to sleep tonight!

Sandy's tone was full of grievance.

Just sleep lying down, anyway lying prone or flat makes no difference to you. Hehe.

Get lost! You dare to despise me! Dead scumbag, stinking scumbag!

If it weren't so painful, sandy really wanted to kick Chen Mo off the bed with one foot.

Don't worry, I won't despise you.

Chen Mo applied medicine to sandy over and over while making his promise.

The next day, Chen Mo drove the new car that his underlings had delivered early in the morning to the bar.

Guodong, did you find any information about yesterday's assassin?

Shen Guodong shook his head. 'The triads we've had grudges with lately have been pretty honest, and I inquired in Kowloon Walled City too—no one's heard of anyone sending out dark flowers.'

No information, then forget it. I thought about it last night: that assassin could shoot while riding a motorcycle, and his marksmanship was extremely accurate—he's an expert.

This person is either a sharpshooter carefully cultivated by a major triad, or a professional assassin.

It's normal for you guys to not find any information.

Shen Guodong frowned and said, 'If that's the case, this person didn't succeed, and he'll definitely make another move later.'

Mo Ge, should we transfer a few brothers from the training ground to come protect you?

No need, I'll be fine.' Chen Mo laughed, 'If it weren't for the limited space in the car yesterday, I wouldn't have even gotten these minor external injuries.'

Chen Mo isn't being arrogant; he simply has sufficient confidence in himself.

Yesterday's experience once again confirmed that after he raised his mental attribute, he already had an instinct to avoid misfortune and seek fortune, giving him some forewarning against assassinations.

Combined with his superb physical condition, there's hardly any assassination he can't dodge.

Unless it's a large‑scale blanket attack or his movement is restrained in advance.