Chen Mo had actually been slacking off ever since this whole incident began.
But now, he had no choice but to step forward and say this. There were only four people here, and two were already injured. If he did not step up, then with William's abilities... heh!
There was another reason: they could not drag this out until dawn. If the few of them could not break out now, then after tomorrow, that so-called mission would be impossible to carry out.
Chen Mo could not guarantee that, if he did not contribute, the three people before him would be unable to escape. But if they failed to get out and only he remained, then whether he would be allowed to take part in the subsequent operation after returning was questionable.
Most importantly, the fellow he was impersonating, Monroe, was merely an ordinary team member. For the entire mercenary force, he was hardly indispensable.
If he abandoned the three of them and returned alone, an investigation would be waiting for him. No matter who it was, anyone who came back alone would be questioned. If that happened, all the effort he had spent impersonating Monroe in order to join the later mission would have been wasted.
Honestly, Chen Mo was rather depressed by how things had developed. He had never expected that merely changing identities and having a few drinks would send things spiraling in such an unpredictable direction.
Was he really cursed with a Calamity Physique? Why was it like this everywhere he went? Just look at the present situation—the bar was practically about to become ruins. Other than its exterior and frame, what was even left?
Sigh! He never went looking for trouble, yet trouble always came looking for him.
Chen Mo probably never imagined that if Soka