Chen Mo nodded helplessly.
He hadn't expected that his car would be smashed just because he went out for a meal.
"Did the other party compensate you?" Tian Mengyao asked.
"They paid ten million," Chen Mo replied truthfully.
"What? Ten, ten million!" Tian Mengyao exclaimed.
She knew very well that Chen Mo's car was worth only a little over three million, yet the other party had paid ten million.
Tian Mengyao couldn't help but laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" Chen Mo asked Tian Mengyao, confused.
Tian Mengyao said, "I think you can stop working in the future and buy more cars to park by the roadside for people to smash. That way, you can earn hundreds of millions a month."
Chen Mo's face turned black. Where would he find so many fools in this world?
However, just as Chen Mo and Tian Mengyao were about to return home, Chen Mo's phone suddenly rang.
He glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Mo Xiaojing.
Sitting beside him, Tian Mengyao naturally saw Mo Xiaojing's name and turned her head to look out the window, pretending not to see it.
Chen Mo awkwardly answered the phone.
"Have you returned home?" Mo Xiaojing's voice sounded very serious.
"Just arrived at the doorstep. What's wrong? Is there something?" Chen Mo asked.
"Xiao Wei is dead," Mo Xiaojing said in a deep voice.
"Xiao Wei?" Chen Mo was stunned.
Soon, Chen Mo remembered that the check he held had Xiao Wei's name written on it.
"You mean the person who smashed my car?" Chen Mo asked.
"Yes."
"How did he die?" Chen Mo asked, puzzled.
He parked the car to the side and looked at the taxi following closely behind in the rearview mirror.
"I don't know. I just got the news. They say he was shot in the head, looks like a hitman's work," Mo Xiaojing replied.
Chen Mo was somewhat surprised. "Why are there so many hitmen lately? Who did this guy offend?"
Mo Xiaojing naturally didn't know either, but she cautioned, "He was driving your car, so I'm afraid those people might be targeting you. You must be careful with your safety during this time."
"Targeting me?" Chen Mo repeated the words.
He suddenly recalled that Yamamoto Yaofu, who was behind them, had said that four assassins were going to kill him. Could it be?
"Okay, I know. You be careful too." After speaking, Chen Mo hung up the phone.
At this moment, Yamamoto Yaofu, looking embarrassed, came to Chen Mo's car and knocked on the window.
"Chen Mo-kun, can I ask you for a favor?" Yamamoto Yaofu asked awkwardly.
"What is it?" Chen Mo frowned.
"I, I found I didn't bring any money with me. Can you help me pay the taxi fare?"
Hearing Yamamoto Yaofu's words, Chen Mo was speechless. "As such a prominent leader, you don't have any money on you?"
Yamamoto Yaofu scratched his head. "Chen Mo-kun, I only brought my bank card, and the driver doesn't accept card payments."
Chen Mo sighed helplessly.
However, since the other party had become his subordinate, Chen Mo couldn't just abandon him. He took out two hundred yuan from his pocket and threw it to Yamamoto Yaofu.
After receiving the money, Yamamoto Yaofu went back to pay the taxi fare.
"Who is he?" Tian Mengyao asked, pointing at Yamamoto Yaofu with a look of astonishment.
She was also puzzled as to why there was a Japanese person accompanying Chen Mo.
Chen Mo couldn't tell Tian Mengyao that the man was the leader of a Japanese assassin organization, fearing he would scare her.
He quickly explained, "He's a bodyguard arranged by Fourth Sister."
"So that's how it is." Tian Mengyao reluctantly accepted it, as she was very resistant to Japanese people.
After paying the fare, Yamamoto Yaofu returned to Chen Mo's car.
Chen Mo looked at Tian Mengyao and asked her to go home first.
Seeing Tian Mengyao enter the house, Chen Mo got out of the car and asked Yamamoto Yaofu, "Xiao Wei, who smashed my car today, is dead. Did you arrange for someone to do it?"
"Nani? Dead?!" Yamamoto Yaofu exclaimed in shock.
He quickly waved his hands. "Chen Mo-kun, I am merely a dog by your side. If you haven't arranged something, how would I dare to make a decision on my own?"
Chen Mo saw that Yamamoto Yaofu didn't seem to be faking it, so he didn't say anything more.
However, Yamamoto Yaofu's phone suddenly rang.
Yamamoto Yaofu first cast an apologetic glance at Chen Mo before daring to answer the call.
But when Yamamoto Yaofu heard what the other party said, he was greatly startled and looked at Chen Mo in front of him with astonishment.
"What did you say? You said you completed the mission and killed Chen Mo?" Yamamoto Yaofu asked in shock.
Chen Mo looked at Yamamoto Yaofu, completely bewildered.
"Baga! Chen Mo-kun is alive and well, right here beside me. I'm informing you now, the mission is canceled!" Yamamoto Yaofu roared.
"Nani? Chen Mo is still alive? Then who did I kill today?" The assassin on the phone was also stunned.
"Return to the country immediately, this mission is canceled!" Yamamoto Yaofu ordered again.
The assassin dared not disobey and quickly nodded, "Yes, leader, I'll prepare to return to the country now."
After speaking, they both hung up the phone.
"Baga, he even learned to lie. He said he had already killed Chen Mo-kun, but Chen Mo-kun is standing right in front of me!" Yamamoto Yaofu said indignantly.
Chen Mo frowned slightly. "That Xiao Wei, could he have been killed by him?"
Yamamoto Yaofu was stunned. He then remembered what Chen Mo had just said about Xiao Wei being killed.
Looking at Yamamoto Yaofu's expression, Chen Mo was very sure that Xiao Wei had likely died at the hands of that assassin.
"Go back and take them to see an ophthalmologist. Do I look that much like Xiao Wei? They can make such a mistake?" Chen Mo was speechless.
Yamamoto Yaofu looked embarrassed.
He hadn't expected that the assassins he trained would have such terrible eyesight.
Chen Mo sighed helplessly. "Alas, I didn't expect that kid to become my scapegoat."
However, Chen Mo didn't feel too regretful. After all, with that kind of arrogant and overbearing personality, something happening to him was only a matter of time.
Just then.
Yamamoto Yaofu suddenly noticed a small green dot appear on Chen Mo's chest.
As the leader of assassins, how could Yamamoto Yaofu not know what that was?
It was clearly the crosshairs of a sniper rifle.
"Chen Mo-kun, be careful!" Yamamoto Yaofu immediately stepped forward and shielded Chen Mo.
Then, he looked in the direction from which the crosshairs were coming and spoke a string of words in Japanese.
After a few seconds, Yamamoto Yaofu found that the crosshairs on his chest had disappeared.
Only then did Yamamoto Yaofu breathe a sigh of relief.
Chen Mo had also felt a sense of danger just now.
He was about to react when Yamamoto Yaofu stepped in front of him first.
After a moment, a man carrying a satchel walked over from the dark road.
"Leader!" The man approached Yamamoto Yaofu and bowed respectfully.
This was the assassin who had just aimed at Chen Mo.