After leaving the barbershop, Chen Mo found a nearby Coffee Shop and sat there, keeping watch on the barbershop with his Spiritual Sense.
He wanted to observe Wang Ling first and see what kind of woman she really was, whether she was the rumored Ghost Spirit.
Of course, his Spiritual Sense did not inspect the backyard. Business there had gradually started picking up, and it was rather eye-searing, so it was better not to look.
What Chen Mo had done in the barbershop just now had actually been a test of whether Wang Ling was Ghost Spirit. Unfortunately, after that brief contact, he was left scratching his head.
Because Wang Ling could be called trash, a mama-san, a small-time local bully, and so on. There was absolutely no problem with that. This woman was trash to begin with, full of foul language, and all her expressions and mannerisms were on the level of trash.
But to say she was an agent, or that she had some fighting ability? Did being able to brawl in the streets count? If it did not, then this woman was purely a weakling with no real skills at all.
Chen Mo's Spiritual Sense had carefully scanned Wang Ling just now. She had barely any muscle, a high body-fat percentage, and an unsteady gait, which showed that her lower body lacked stability. Her arms were slender as well, meaning she had little strength. This basically ruled out the possibility that Wang Ling was a Martial Artist.
As for other possibilities—being a broker, selling information, taking on some part-time job related to criminal activity, having connections to the domestic Martial Arts World, or even introducing assassination jobs—after meeting Wang Ling, Chen Mo felt that this woman simply did not have such capabilities.
Smoking, drinking, brawling, getting tattoos,