The two came face-to-face the moment Chen Mo pushed open the door to the stairwell vestibule.
The bodyguard reached into his clothes, where he actually had a gun tucked beneath his armpit. Although he saw that Chen Mo was dressed as Leisure City's service staff, he could not be sure this young man truly worked there. It was better to take out his Firearms and get him under control first.
It was not that he intended to fire immediately, but drawing his gun as a warning was necessary.
However, before the bodyguard could pull the gun from beneath his arm, Chen Mo grabbed him by the neck. After being tapped a few times, his entire body went rigid. He could not move or muster even the slightest bit of strength. What the hell was this?
The bodyguard looked at Chen Mo in horror, but the Firearms in his hand slipped from inside his clothes. His hand had no strength left to hold onto it.
Chen Mo scooped up the falling gun and slipped it into his pocket, though it actually went straight into his Universe Bag. He also removed every bullet from the bodyguard's holster.
Unable to move or make a sound, the bodyguard could only slump weakly against the wall, held there by Chen Mo's one hand. Chen Mo searched him and found nothing useful besides a wallet, cigarettes, and a lighter, so he did not bother searching further.
In truth, a sweep of his Spiritual Sense was enough to tell him everything the fellow carried.
Holding the man in one hand, Chen Mo returned to the stairwell vestibule and asked quietly in Siamese language, "Marze here? Nod or shake your head."
He was not very good at Siamese language, but a few simple words were no problem. After