At this moment, Chen Mo was still wearing the distinctive face of a local from Gaolong Island in Cambodia. So after he got out of the car, the masked Strongmen merely froze for a moment. Seeing his face, they had no particular reaction.
It was such an ordinary face—what reaction could it provoke? Especially with his dark complexion and features somewhat resembling a Siamese native, what reaction could it provoke? These strongmen could not tell Cambodian natives apart from Siamese natives anyway. To them, they all looked more or less the same.
They merely raised their guns, ready to pull the triggers.
Since Oldest Brother had given the order for everyone in the delivery truck to die, they only needed to carry it out.
These masked Strongmen were different from ordinary thugs. They acted more cleanly and carried out orders more decisively.
Although Chen Mo had gotten out of the car, compared to the orders the masked Strongmen had received, the only difference was that one had been ordered to shoot into the Driver's Cabin, while the others were to shoot into the Driver's Cabin and at the youngster who had gotten out of the car. That was all.
So when they saw Chen Mo get out, they only paused briefly before raising their guns, ready to pull the triggers. The savage expressions on their faces were obvious, and bloodthirsty smiles curled at their lips.
Of course, no one could see those expressions. These fellows had their faces covered by balaclavas that exposed only their eyes and mouths.
Though their expressions could not be seen, the madness they revealed could still be felt through their exposed eyes.
But at that moment, Chen Mo moved faster than they did. Using his clothing pockets as cover, he took out two pistols from