Chen Mo watched the Pickup Truck recede into the distance, a faint smile appearing on his face.
Just now, when he had patted Li Bing down, he had planted two things on him. Of course, whether those two things were good or bad depended on who used them and what they were used for.
Although adults only talked about interests, while children distinguished between good and bad, Chen Mo could guarantee that what he had placed on Li Bing was good stuff. As for what exactly he had slipped onto Li Bing while patting him down, that would be explained later.
He was now posing as a Cambodian local. After hearing Li Bing's account, he had felt rather sympathetic toward the fellow. Mainly because the fellow was from back home, sharing the same roots as him, Chen Mo naturally leaned toward helping him.
But there was no rush. He first needed to settle his accommodations and solve his transportation problem.
Transportation in Siem Reap City was quite a headache. There were very few commuter buses in the city, and the few routes that did exist were long-distance lines. As for buses within the city itself, forget it! Cambodia's second-largest city did not even have internal public transportation. It was truly speechless.
Thinking about the well-connected transportation network back home, then looking at Cambodia's, Chen Mo felt rather fortunate that he would not need to live here in the future.
Of course, the scenery here was quite nice, carrying a pristine sort of beauty. Not only was the scenery beautiful, but so were the people, all exuding a rather primitive atmosphere. The air was genuinely fresh, free from the haze and other interference common back home. Things like daily PM2.5 readings simply did not exist here.
Only the city center of