"Thank you, thank you so much!" Shao Jie said, bowing deeply to Chen Mo.
Whether he believed it or not was another matter; at the very least, his expression had to look convincing.
The bow tugged at his wounds, making the smile on his face twist slightly, as though he were forcing a cheerful expression.
Uncle Wei beside him nodded excitedly in thanks as well. Though he said nothing, his meaning was obvious enough: this guy was a good person!
Chen Mo watched them and felt a little speechless. Why did it feel as though, after saying he would rescue their companions, the two of them were looking at him like he was some kind of saint?
These days, doing good deeds seemed to be frowned upon. Being a bleeding heart seemed practically synonymous with having low intelligence.
The two of them were just short of saying to Chen Mo, "What a good person!"
Chen Mo was already covered in Black Lines. Had he gone a little too far by so eagerly offering to help them rescue the others?
But words spoken were like water spilled—they could not be taken back.
Since he had already said it, he might as well be a good person for once.
"Alright, take this." Chen Mo pulled out a small multifunctional walkie-talkie and said, "Go a little farther ahead, but don't get too far from here. Find somewhere concealed and wait for your companions. When the time comes, I'll give them the other walkie-talkie."
"Of course, if that man called General Jialin has already sent your companions on their way to collect their boxed lunches, then there'll be no need for me to act. I'll let you know through this walkie-talkie," Chen Mo said.
Uncle Wei and Shao Jie kept nodding. Naturally, they had