Chapter 227: Kill the Chicken to Warn the Monkey

Chen Mo didn't give A Hu an immediate reply.

A Hu waited silently on the other end of the phone.

After a few minutes of silence, a harsh glint flashed in Chen Mo's eyes.

"Those who are doing drugs in the venue, pick a few and send them to fill the sea.

Pick a few more, and on their way home cause some accidents, cripple their legs.

If they still don't believe it, they still dare to come to my venue to do drugs."

Chen Mo has never been a soft‑hearted, lenient person.

They dare repeatedly to break Chen Mo's rules simply because they think the consequences aren't serious.

At most they'd get a beating, so what!

In fact, if the strike is ruthless enough that they can't endure it, they will be scared.

Even if they call the police, it doesn't matter, as long as the job is clean enough.

It's the 1980s now, and the streets have no surveillance cameras.

Having your leg broken on the street or getting into a car accident, while not common, isn't rare either.

Even if the police catch you, it's just a matter of spending some money.

But Chen Mo is richer than everyone assumes; if money can solve it, why call it a problem?

Those people were arranged by Wang Bao, and there are some private connections.

As long as a few of them meet a terrible end, the rest will be scared when they hear about it!

"Also, is Wang Bao's powder warehouse still under surveillance?"

"No, after we caught those ten‑something people last time, Wang Bao's subordinates moved the powder warehouse.

However, we had people with us during the move, so we know its location."

"Alright, give me the location of the powder warehouse."

After obtaining the location of Wang Bao's powder warehouse, Chen Mo hung up.

A Hu also began assigning his subordinates to act.

That night, A Hu was very busy.

In the middle of the night, a few drug users were grabbed by the bar's venue‑watching goons and thrown out the door.

They scrambled up from the ground, initially wanting to curse at the main door, but when they met the eyes of the few goons still at the entrance, they obediently shut their mouths.

Those who know the times are wise; they don't want another beating.

After leaving the bar together, they split up halfway and each went home.

In a spot they didn't notice, a few of A Hu's goons quietly followed one of them.

A Hu may be a bit reckless, but he's not brainless.

He deeply understood Chen Mo's "kill the chicken to warn the monkey" mindset.

Therefore, he specifically selected a few small gangs of three to five members, picking one executor from each.

After one night, three people were in car accidents, their legs crushed by a vehicle, the driver fled, and the case couldn't be traced.

Four others got into a verbal clash with strangers on their way home, were beaten into cripples, the assailants' identities unknown, untraceable.

Two more were abducted, taken to the former seaside, used to fill the sea, and reunited with the earlier drug dealers.

All these incidents happened at night and not on Chen Mo's territory, so even if reported to the police, it's hard to link back to Chen Mo.

It was 4 a. m., the time when people are most drowsy.

Chen Mo took Shen Guodong to You Ma Di, quietly approaching Wang Bao's powder warehouse.

On the surface, the warehouse looks like an auto repair shop, but in reality it covertly moves powder using the daily traffic of vehicles.

Although it's already early morning and the repair shop is closed, a light remains on inside.

Chen Mo and Shen Guodong parked the car directly in front of the repair shop.

After getting out, at Chen Mo's signal, Shen Guodong walked to the door and knocked—actually, pounded—on it.

The iron door clanged loudly as Shen Guodong pounded it.

"Which bastard is pounding the door at this hour!" The person inside was clearly irritated by the noisy pounding.

Shen Guodong said anxiously, "Hello, my tire blew out. I see your lights are still on; could you help patch it?"

"Can't fix it, we're closed! Come back tomorrow!" the person inside replied bluntly.

"No! I can pay more, I'll give you double the repair fee; I'm in a hurry to use the car."

"I said we can't fix it, we can't fix it. Come back tomorrow! Get out!"

The voice inside grew increasingly impatient; they are only there to guard the powder warehouse, not actual mechanics.

The people who can fix cars are sound asleep right now.

Chen Mo gave Shen Guodong a look, and Shen Guodong pounded the door with even more force.

"I'm really in a hurry, I can pay five times the repair fee, please help me!"

"Fuck! Stop pounding, you motherf***er! Are you brain‑damaged? Didn't you hear I said we can't fix it? If you don't leave, I'll beat you! Get the hell out!"

Shen Guodong kept pounding the door, shouting as he did.

"Beat me all you want, as long as you come out and patch my tire, I'm fine. I'm really in a hurry to use the car!"

"Damn it, I told you to get out and you didn't. You want a beating? I'll see if you can take it!"

The person inside finally couldn't stand Shen Guodong's harassment.

Although they're on night duty and can't sleep, that doesn't mean they like the noise.

A few of them grabbed sticks, swearing as they opened the door, ready to deal with the midnight intruder.

"Wham—"

The doors were pulled open to both sides.

Before the doors were fully open, Chen Mo and Shen Guodong moved simultaneously, one in front and the other behind, charging straight inside.

Although the few people inside had guns, none were carrying them on their person.

They had only come out to give a lesson to the guy knocking on the door in the middle of the night, with no intention of using guns.

They hadn't expected to run into a tough opponent.

Chen Mo and Shen Guodong also didn't want to make a big scene, and they didn't use guns either.

But their skills were far beyond ordinary people's!

In just a few seconds, everyone inside was knocked down, except the one Chen Mo was holding!

"Where is your stuff?"

"What... what... stuff?" the man gasped, being choked by Chen Mo's hand, feeling only a sense of suffocation.

Chen Mo quietly increased his grip.

"What stuff are you talking about? Wang Bao's stuff. You don't really think we came just to fix cars, do you?"

"I... I don't know, I'm just... just a mechanic."

As Chen Mo tightened his grip, the man's feeling of suffocation grew worse, yet he stubbornly refused to speak.

Just as Chen Mo was about to continue questioning, his ear twitched and he heard a strange sound from inside.

"A Dong, be careful! Over there!"

Saying that, Chen Mo increased his grip and snapped the man's neck.

At the same time, Shen Guodong quickly rushed in the direction Chen Mo indicated.

"What time is it, what are you making a fuss about—uh—"

A greasy-looking man in mechanic's clothes cursed as he walked out of a room inside, but before he could finish his sentence, Shen Guodong seized his throat.

Chen Mo dropped the corpse in his hand and walked over as well.

"Where is Wang Bao's goods hidden?"

This man obviously valued his life more; after being restrained by Shen Guodong, he was honest and did not struggle.

Hearing Chen Mo's question, he trembled and pointed with his hand in a direction.

Chen Mo followed the direction of his finger and saw a shelf.

Chen Mo walked over, took a look, and discovered scratches under the shelf, the marks still fresh.

Following the direction of the marks on the floor, Chen Mo pushed the shelf aside, revealing a hidden door behind it.