Chapter 228: Sunning the Horses

A big lock was hanging on the secret door.

Chen Mo was too lazy to look for the key again, he grabbed the lock and yanked hard.

"Snap!"

The lock was directly pulled open by Chen Mo.

Chen Mo opened the secret door, walked in and took a look.

Wow, this secret room isn't small, but there's really not much inside.

One packet of white powder, one packet of pills, together they weigh about thirty or forty catties.

For there to be only this little goods here, Chen Mo wasn't surprised at all.

A powder stash that only a few small-time dealers outside would know about—how big could it be?

It's probably just a small gathering point used to distribute goods to the underlings.

However, Chen Mo's action today was merely meant to give Wang Bao a warning; taking away his few dozen catties of goods would be enough.

Although the goods aren't much, they're still worth several million.

Chen Mo carried the two packets of goods out and put them in the car.

Shen Guodong cleaned up the remaining loose ends neatly in the back, and also tidied up any traces the two might have left.

After finishing all that, the two returned to the bar.

By dawn, Wang Bao quickly received the news from his subordinates.

Whether it was those people getting hurt last night or a powder stash being robbed, it made Wang Bao furious.

"Chen Mo, that bastard, how dare he!"

Upon receiving the news, Wang Bao immediately guessed this was Chen Mo's retaliation, and once again he slammed the cup in his hand down hard.

"I'll go kill him!" said the yellow-haired A Ji standing beside Wang Bao, coldly.

"No!" Wang Bao said coldly, "You're no match for him."

Although A Ji had previously lost to Chen Mo, he has been training hard lately and made great progress.

But to say he could beat Chen Mo without guns, Wang Bao still felt the hope was slim.

"Tonight, bring people to Jianshazui to pull down the flag!"

Using guns for assassination would easily blow things up, and without guns the odds aren't great, so Wang Bao simply decided to go head-to-head with Chen Mo.

Anyway, with foreigners supplying the goods, he's been raking in money lately.

With money, he's not afraid of a fight.

In the bar's lounge, Chen Mo held Liu Lili and slept straight through to the afternoon.

Not long after he got up, Shen Guodong came over to report.

"Mo Ge, according to reports from below, Wang Bao's territory is gathering his lackeys."

Chen Mo idly stroked his chin and said, "Looks like Wang Bao is planning to go to war with us; let A Hu bring his men and get ready."

"Bring a few more people over, just in case someone tries to profit from the chaos."

"Sure, I'll arrange it."

After Shen Guodong left, Chen Mo let out a light sigh.

Tonight he can't go home again.

Wang Bao and his underling A Ji both have off-the-chart fighting power; ordinary lackeys are no match for them.

If they let the lackeys do the fighting, Wang Bao and A Ji together could take out over a hundred people!

For tonight's battle, he and Shen Guodong must be on the scene to hold the line.

In the evening, Chen Mo brought Shen Guodong to the office of Luo Ji at the KTV.

After Chen Mo assigned Luo Ji to this KTV, he has behaved fairly honestly, and he's managed the KTV not badly.

If it weren't for the fact that he's an undercover agent, Chen Mo would have already given him important responsibilities.

"Luo Ji, how have you been feeling lately? Are you still adjusting to working under me?"

"Feeling pretty good, thanks for your concern, Mo Ge."

After managing the KTV for a while, handling many comings and goings, Luo Ji may still seem a bit cold, but he's improved a lot compared to before.

Chen Mo smiled: "That's good, you're a talent; you've performed well lately, but staying cooped up in the KTV all this time is a bit of a waste of your abilities."

"I'll say hello to A Hu later and give you some more territory."

"Thanks, Mo Ge!" Luo Ji's eyes flashed with a hint of delight.

After working under Chen Mo for so long with nothing to show for it, he can finally move up a step now.

Luo Ji felt that if his rank were just a little higher, he could surely find evidence of Chen Mo's crimes.

Chen Mo understands Luo Ji's thinking, but he doesn't care.

His business is completely legitimate, so he has nothing to fear from Luo Ji's investigation.

Moreover, an undercover like Luo Ji, in order to gain trust, will surely endure any hardship—he's practically a high‑class beast of burden.

After they hadn't been in the office long, A Hu called.

"Mo Ge, Wang Bao's people are heading toward our turf."

"Alright, get ready; we're coming too."

After hanging up, Chen Mo looked at Shen Guodong and Luo Ji.

"Let's go, we'll go meet Wang Bao's people."

Because their territories adjoin, the place where their lackeys meet is still that crossroads from the last big fight.

One side is south, the other north, with a clear dividing line in between.

Although they haven't started fighting yet, the tension is already running high.

Both sides' forces were separated by a vacant space several meters wide in the middle, constantly shouting insults at each other.

Chen Mo brought Shen Guodong to stand behind the crowd, and watching the scene of several hundred people shouting insults ahead gave him a headache.

That's several hundred people!

Saliva flew everywhere as they spewed trash talk.

Chen Mo's hearing was far beyond that of ordinary people.

Those shouting insults were especially clear in Chen Mo's ears.

Chen Mo felt that the people standing ahead were not several hundred persons but several hundred ducks, their clamor making his head swell.

After just a few minutes of fighting, Chen Mo could no longer bear it; he simply pushed straight through a crowd of lackeys and walked to the front.

"Where's Wang Bao? Let him come over!"

After Chen Mo stepped forward, the shouting insults gradually subsided.

Not long after, Wang Bao also walked over from behind, with Huangmaoaji following him.

Wang Bao held a cigar between his fingers, wearing an arrogant expression.

"You're the silent type? I didn't expect you to rush out for such a small scene."

"What, are you scared? If you're scared, hand over your territory!"

Chen Mo gave a cold laugh: "Wang Bao, are you taking yourself too seriously? What right do you have to make me afraid?"

"If you want my territory, you also have to see whether you have the ability."

"Last time your several hundred couldn't beat me, and this time they still can't."

Wang Bao's eyes flashed with menace: "Chen Mo, don't be too arrogant! Over the years, you're the first to dare oppose me like this."

"Is that so? Rest assured, more and more will dare to oppose you in the future."

Chen Mo's face showed not a trace of fear toward Wang Bao, only contempt.

"Good! Good! Good! You've got guts!"

Wang Bao was thoroughly enraged by Chen Mo's expression.

Earlier, Chen Mo had already been rude to him on the phone, making him plenty angry.

Now Chen Mo, to his face, dares to act this wildly, basically not putting him in his eyes at all.

"Don't think that because you're with Great Prosperity you can be arrogant in front of me; others may fear Great Prosperity, but I, Wang Bao, do not!"

"Tonight is your death day!"

As Wang Bao's words fell, a steady voice came from nearby.

"Whose death day is tonight?"

A group of policemen walked out from a shop nearby, stepping along the little open space between the two sides' lackeys to the middle.

"What are you doing? So many people not sleeping in the middle of the night, standing on the main road doing what? Don't you know you're affecting traffic!"

"All of you, step back! Retreat three meters!"

Under Chen Guozhong's leadership, several policemen wielding batons showed no fear at all toward the several hundred gangsters ahead, demanding they retreat forcefully.

Chen Mo watched Chen Guozhong and his group of policemen approach, gave them face by waving his hand back, and had his lackeys retreat two steps.

Such brave police, Chen Mo hadn't seen in a long time; he could give them a little face.