Chen Mo had asked everything he wanted to know, so Bu Qima no longer had any value!
If it were not daytime, he would definitely have made this fellow pay dearly. Just the fact that this fellow was a human trafficker was enough to show that he was stained with plenty of karmic debts.
Of course, while talking with him, Chen Mo had noticed a suppressed madness lurking beneath the man's gaze.
Although he acted meek and submissive before him, was it merely an act, or was there something else? Chen Mo felt that it was an act!
Actually, Chen Mo's judgment of Bu Qima was not wrong, but he had misjudged the timing. He had thought Bu Qima always acted this way in front of others, but that was not the case.
Bu Qima had not been so meek and submissive before. It was only because he had received a warning from the authorities, along with Chen Mo's photograph, that he behaved this way in order to complete his mission. How could a bloodstained human trafficker from the docks normally act so timidly? At most, he would keep a low profile.
That was why Chen Mo had made the wrong judgment. But no matter how wrong he was, Bu Qima definitely would not survive three months.
Chen Mo nodded at Bu Qima. There was no need to say anything more to someone who would soon be quadriplegic. He turned and left leisurely.
Bu Qima watched Chen Mo walk away until he vanished from sight. He immediately wiped the sweat from his face and flung his hand hard, as though venting something. Chen Mo's gaze just now had really felt as if he wanted to kill him. If he had not said what Chen Mo wanted to hear, he might