Chen Mo felt that as soon as he got off the plane this time, the enemy had tracked him down. It seemed they had received the information long ago and had simply been waiting for him.
To locate the target and arrange an interception and assassination in such a short time, this opponent was clearly no ordinary person.
Chen Mo truly had a headache over this—not because he feared the enemy's strength, but because these fellows clung to him like chewing gum, determined to make a move against him. In fact, he had already left Minda's side and would not be going back to protect Minda and his wife.
If they wanted to intercept and kill Minda and his wife, they could just go ahead. He would not stop them.
But he had not expected those idiot opponents to target Bai Xiaotian and him as well, determined to kill them.
This was seriously frustrating! He and Minda's couple had only made a deal. Minda and his wife provided transportation to Manchester, while he provided them with temporary protection during the journey.
Now they had arrived in Manchester, yet the assassination attempts were still continuing.
He even wanted to capture these Assassins and tell them what was going on—that there was no need to fight him. As long as they left him alone, whatever happened to Minda had nothing to do with him.
But unfortunately, that was only wishful thinking. There was no way to explain it to them.
Bai Xiaotian drove the sedan, but he could not pick up speed. The recent rear-end collision had not caused much damage, only denting the rear bumper a little. It did not affect the car's performance at all.
As one of Siam's major cities, Manchester was brightly lit at night. Nighttime was when