Demp's eyes gleamed viciously. The moment he passed by Minda and his wife, he stopped in his tracks.
He quickly turned his head to glance at Chen Mo, then flicked both hands. His arms seemed boneless, and his clenched fists shot out like two fist-sized stones tied to a rubber rope, smashing viciously toward the back of the heads of Minda and his wife!
At the same time, Minda and his wife, who had just passed Demp, did not turn around to see what the man who had passed them looked like. The husband and wife were filled with joy and anticipation, thinking only of hurrying behind Chen Mo.
After being saved by Chen Mo time and again, they had reached a conclusion: as long as they stayed by Chen Mo's side, they would be safe. Being alive was wonderful.
The experiences of the past two days had taken this couple from heaven to hell. If they had not both been mentally resilient, they might have already collapsed.
Just thinking about it made it clear—people constantly pointing guns at their heads, threatening them, and corpses appearing at every turn. Damn it, their experiences over the past few decades had not been as eventful as these past few days.
Chen Mo was extremely powerful and capable of protecting them. Since he had saved them again this time, once everything was over, they would discuss it properly with him. They would pay him to provide protection, so they would not have to live in such fear in the days ahead.
They had plenty of money, but the man before them might not be someone they could hire no matter how much they offered. Thinking of what Chen Mo had done, and how he had wiped out hundreds of armed personnel, showed just