Martial Artists found it relatively easy to make money, and there were many ways to bring it in. Especially fellows like Zhou Han, who could sell out anything for profit—they were even richer.
Therefore, living in a large villa was a very simple matter for him.
The villa was lavishly decorated, and the entrance featured a high-end security door.
The door had a fingerprint lock, so the Zhou Han Chen Mo was carrying finally had a use.
Holding him by the back of the neck with one hand and grabbing his other hand with the other, Chen Mo pressed his fingers directly onto the scanner. When one did not work, he switched to another. After trying several fingers in turn, he opened the door.
He had not expected this fellow to be different from everyone else. Most people used their index finger or thumb as their usual fingerprint, but this fellow used his middle finger. He was certainly a character.
Chen Mo mused with some feeling as he entered through the opened door, carrying the two fellows into the villa.
Of course, Wang Ling was still lying in the car trunk, so he would have to make another trip for her later.
There was no helping it. Cars could normally be driven into villas like this, but four vehicles were parked inside this fellow's villa, filling the garage completely. There was simply no way to drive another car in, so he could only leave it at the villa entrance and make two trips himself.
Furthermore, the car this fellow had driven when he went looking for Gao Yang was not one of the cars here at the villa. It was a car he had somehow acquired elsewhere. He really did have some brains.
Therefore, after entering, Chen Mo deliberately went