Bai Xiaotian had truly not expected Chen Mo to be so forceful. Chen Mo had pinpointed the location directly, struck straight at the core the moment he acted, and even found the traps. Bai Xiaotian really could not understand how Chen Mo had known.
Without using any instruments or relying on experience, Chen Mo had merely stood in the room, glanced around twice, and discovered what needed to be found. So why had Bai Xiaotian failed to see any of it?
But Bai Xiaotian had one good quality: there were certain things he would not ask about. It was also because of his profession. The more one knew, the faster one died. There was indeed some truth to that saying.
If he learned someone else's secrets or found out things they did not want made public, he might be silenced. This world was not smooth sailing; beneath its calm surface, undercurrents were always surging.
As a former extraordinary person, Bai Xiaotian naturally knew how formidable extraordinary people were compared to ordinary people. If an extraordinary person wanted to kill an ordinary person, it could truly be described as crushing them. It was far too easy!
So after becoming a broker who gathered information, he had become even more cautious. He did not ask what he should not ask, nor did he say what he should not say. Sometimes, silence was the right choice. Otherwise, he would not have lived until now.
Chen Mo walked up to the hidden door and rapped it with his hand. Just as his Spiritual Sense had detected, it was a steel door—and a special steel door at that! Such doors were not manufactured domestically in Cambodia; the technology was lacking, whether in materials, plating, or internal anti-theft measures. The entire Steel Door had to be