Chapter 166: Capture Tore

At noon, Chen Mo went out to eat with Shen Guodong and a few of his underlings.

Just after stepping out of the bar, Chen Mo immediately felt a gaze spying on him from the shadows.

However, Chen Mo did not sense any killing intent for the time being.

To avoid startling the snake, Chen Mo did not try to find out who was watching him; instead, he acted as if nothing had happened and continued walking to the restaurant with Shen Guodong and the others.

After entering the restaurant, Chen Mo felt the gaze fixed on him disappear.

The person tailing him had not yet entered the restaurant.

Chen Mo stopped Shen Guodong, who habitually headed toward their usual private room.

"Guodong, let's sit outside today; it's more spacious."

Shen Guodong's eyebrow twitched, he looked at Chen Mo, then nodded, "Okay."

The remaining underlings, though puzzled, followed the two bosses' orders and honestly sat in the main hall.

Chen Mo simply picked a spot with a convenient view, did nothing else extra, and did not keep staring at the restaurant entrance.

He only occasionally glanced around the hall with his peripheral vision while eating.

Soon, Chen Mo felt that spying gaze again.

A quick glance with his peripheral vision, Chen Mo noticed the person who had been tailing him.

It was another face of a Chinese guy.

Wei Jixiang, Ahua, Qian Wendi, and Chen Mo had all seen this person before—who was he this time?

Seeing that face, Chen Mo couldn't help but remark that in his previous life, Liu Tianwang had been such a workaholic, making too many movies.

Years of habit formed in the army made Shen Guodong eat extremely fast; in just a few minutes he had nearly finished.

Seeing him finish, Chen Mo whispered a few words into Shen Guodong's ear.

Shen Guodong nodded and left the restaurant alone.

After a few more minutes, Chen Mo finally finished his meal and returned to the bar with his people.

Tore stood in a small alley not far from Yinhejiuba, watching Chen Mo walk into the bar, his eyes full of contempt.

What a so-called expert, nothing more.

He had tailed Chen Mo the whole way without being noticed.

Someone with such poor awareness—what kind of expert could he be?

If today's purpose were merely to scout, and Chen Mo weren't accompanied by many people, he could easily have taken him out.

But thinking of his brother's admonition from last night, he decided to let Chen Mo go for now and strike next time.

He had to act before O.

Just as Tore was about to turn and leave, a fist as big as a sandbag came straight at his face.

Tore was startled and hastily dodged to the side.

"Who are you?"

Shen Guodong did not answer.

From Tore's dodging motion just now, he could tell Tore's skills were average.

Anything he had to say could wait until after he was caught.

Shen Guodong moved extremely fast, using fists and feet together with great force.

Although Tore was also a well-known killer in the underworld, his strength lay in marksmanship and some covert killing methods; compared to Shen Guodong, his martial prowess fell far short.

He didn't last half a minute before Shen Guodong kicked him in the abdomen, sending him stumbling to the ground.

Before he could get up, Shen Guodong quickly stepped forward and kicked him in the head, knocking him unconscious.

Seeing Tore lose consciousness, Shen Guodong crouched down, searched him, and found a pistol.

After putting the pistol away, Shen Guodong walked out of the alley and shouted toward the nearby bar.

The few underlings guarding the door heard Shen Guodong's voice and immediately ran over.

"Dong Ge, what are your orders?"

Shen Guodong pointed at Tore lying unconscious on the ground inside and said, "Drag this guy back and lock him up for now."

"Got it!"

The few underlings moved swiftly, each taking an arm, and hauled Tore toward the bar.

Shen Guodong returned to the bar and went straight to Chen Mo's office.

"Mo Ge, we've caught him. He's carrying a gun and has calluses on his hands—he must be a killer."

"A killer?"

Chen Mo now knew who he was.

"Let's go take a look."

The bar had a storage room that was practically a detention cell.

No matter who was caught, when they were detained they were locked up here.

When Chen Mo and Shen Guodong entered the storage room, Tore was still unconscious.

The kick Shen Guodong had given to Tore's head had used considerable force.

"Wake him up."

An underling behind him casually pulled out a bottle of beer, opened the cap, and poured it over Tore's face.

"Cough cough..."

The beer on his face, Tore soon came to.

Looking around, he immediately understood his situation.

"Who are you people?"

Chen Mo crossed his arms and asked, "I should be the one asking you that! Tell me, who sent you to follow me?"

"I don't understand what you're saying!" Tuo Er retorted.

Chen Mo smirked, "I went to get a meal, you've been following me all the way—you don't really think I didn't notice you, do you?"

"Who was the assassin who attacked me yesterday, and what's your relation to them?"

When Chen Mo saw Tuo Er, he knew he wasn't yesterday's assassin.

Although he hadn't seen yesterday's assassin's appearance, their builds were also quite different.

The two of them were watching him from front and back; they might have some connection.

"What assassin? I don't know!" Hearing the word assassin, Tuo Er put on a frightened look, as if he'd been scared.

"I just thought you guys were unusual and wanted to steal some money—I really don't know any assassin!"

Seeing Tuo Er still acting, trying to bluff his way out, Chen Mo snorted.

"What are you pretending, you don't think I don't know you, do you?"

Luo Dahua, formerly a professional shooting athlete, now a full-time assassin, code name Tuo Er, right?

Upon hearing Chen Mo say his real name, Tuo Er's feigned fear vanished.

Chen Mo had already uncovered his background; what's the point of pretending further?

"Who are you, and how do you know my name?"

"Funny enough, I paid attention to the last Olympics and could recognize you—is that strange? Just tell me honestly, who's your employer behind you, and who was that assassin yesterday?"

Tuo Er got up from the ground, straightened his clothes, and calmly said, "Since you know I'm an assassin, you should know I won't betray my employer's information."

"As for that assassin, even if I told you, it would be useless—you couldn't find him."

"Really?" Chen Mo sneered, "Guodong, give him a taste of his own medicine."

Shen Guodong stepped forward as instructed, grabbed one of Tuo Er's arms, and twisted it hard outward.

"Ah—"

The intense pain made Tuo Er let out a groan.

"I advise you to say whatever you know, otherwise this hand you eat with will be useless."

"You... never..." Tuo Er, face ashen and sweating from the pain, still gritted his teeth.

Shen Guodong applied more force with his hand, twisting Tuo Er's arm a bit further.

"Uh—"

Tuo Er suddenly began convulsing all over, white foam bubbling at the corners of his mouth.

Shen Guodong frowned and released his grip.

Tuo Er collapsed limp on the ground, his limbs twisted, his body continually twitching.

"Mo Ge, this......"

Chen Mo frowned, watching, and suddenly realized Tuo Er seemed to have epilepsy.

Because of an epileptic seizure, he lost the chance to compete in the Olympics, which led him down the path of being an assassin.

"He's probably having a seizure—call a white van and send him to the hospital."

Tuo Er can't die yet.

This assassin is still useful.

By the time Tuo Er regained consciousness, he was already in a hospital ward.

He hadn't expected to still be alive.

At the moment of the seizure, he had already anticipated his fate.

Either he'd be buried somewhere, or thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

He never imagined he'd wake up in a hospital.