"Guns? I have one too. "
As soon as Chen Mo finished speaking, two pistols appeared in his hands. Before the people on the other side could react, Chen Mo opened fire with both pistols. "Bang! Bang! "" Bang! "" Bang! "…
A series of intense gunshots rang out in a short period of time. All of Johnny's gun-wielding people held their arms in pain as they froze on the spot. The guns in their hands all fell to the ground.
In a short period of time, the situation reversed again.
Putting the pistols with white smoke coming out of the muzzle on the coffee table in front of him, Chen Mo glanced at Johnny who was holding his arms with his forehead covered in cold sweat.
"Looks like I'm still the one in charge here. What do you think?" Chen Mo asked mockingly.
"Yes … Yes!" Johnny felt that his back was already soaked in cold sweat. F * ck, he was obviously a martial artist, how could his gun skills be so insane. He didn't even see clearly and all of his people were shot.
Johnny glanced at the pistols on the coffee table. He was completely stunned by Chen Mo and didn't dare to do anything else.
"Then you guys can go now. I won't see you out." Chen Mo waved his hand.
Johnny didn't think that Chen Mo would let him go so easily. He froze for a moment before reacting. He quickly ordered his men to leave as if he was escaping.
"Master, you're letting them go just like that?" When the guns were pointed at them, Huang Quan and the others were also covered in cold sweat, but they didn't back down. Chen Mo was quite satisfied with their performance.
Chen Mo knew what Huang Quan meant. She was worried that they would come back for revenge. "It's not time yet." Chen Mo picked up the coffee that Old Albert just poured and took a sip.
Old Albert was the calmest person in the room other than Chen Mo. Other than when Johnny wanted to block in front of Chen Mo when he pulled out his gun and was stopped by Chen Mo, he stood behind Chen Mo with the coffee pot in his hand.
Outside the dojo, Steve watched as a group of gangsters rushed into the dojo. He was worried about the safety of the people inside and was about to call the police. However, after a burst of fighting noises, the dojo became quiet again.
While Steve was at a loss of what to do, a short burst of gunshots rang out, causing Steve's expression to change. He thought that the gang had killed someone.
Soon, the group of people retreated in a sorry state and quickly left the place. Steve hurriedly ran towards the dojo. He nervously placed his hand on the door that had always been mysterious in his heart.
The half-closed door was easily pushed open. It looked like they were in a hurry to leave. They even forgot to close the door of the 'crime scene'. The bad feeling in Steve's heart grew stronger.
Steve's heart was in a mess as he imagined all kinds of possible scenarios. The moment the door was fully opened, he was stunned. There were no corpses everywhere, nor was there a river of blood. The people in the room were talking about something around the sofa. When they heard him open the door, they all turned their heads and looked at him strangely.
Looking at the scattered bloodstains on the ground at the door, Steve realized that he might have made a mistake. The mafias just now were not in a hurry to leave the crime scene, but they had been beaten up by the people in front of him!
Steve, who had figured it out, couldn't help but blush under the gaze of Chen Mo and the others. "That, I … just saw … the door wasn't closed …"
Steve didn't know how to explain it. He couldn't just say that he thought they were all killed when he barged into someone's house. For a moment, the expression on his face was very interesting.
"Come in." Chen Mo looked at the thin figure at the door. His expression was a little embarrassed, but it still couldn't hide the kindness and integrity in his bones. If it were someone else, they would have run far away. They would never get involved in this mess.
"You saw those people come in and heard the gunshots. You were afraid that something would happen to us, right?" Chen Mo helped Steve to tell the truth.
"Yes … Yes, sir." Steve felt relieved and looked at Chen Mo gratefully.
"Come and sit down. Eddie, help him get a cup. "Chen Mo invited.
Steve couldn't leave, so he walked in. Only then did he have the chance to take a good look at this mysterious martial arts center. The independent training room was covered with thick mats. There was a small ring in the corner of the hall. The spacious hall was covered with solid wood floors. There were several weapon racks neatly placed against the wall. There were various long and short weapons on them, most of which Steve had never seen before.
Only a sofa and a tea table were placed near the window. The layout of the martial arts center was very simple and neat. It wasn't as luxurious as Steve had imagined.
Steve dawdled for a long time before he sat down in front of Chen Mo. The white-haired old butler poured him a cup of coffee and left with several others to clean up the hall that was messed up by the mafia.
"Chen Mo, Chinese, the owner of this martial arts center." Chen Mo raised his cup and gestured to Steve to taste it.
"Steve Rogers, from Brooklyn, an ordinary worker." Steve didn't feel inferior because of his identity as a worker. He took a deep breath and let go of his embarrassment. Steve, who had calmed down, was neither servile nor overbearing. After introducing himself, he took a sip of the coffee in front of him and relaxed.
This was the Captain America in his memory.
"You don't look like an ordinary worker." Chen Mo said with a smile.
"I just don't know how to be afraid." Steve thought of his thin and weak body and said self-deprecatingly.
"There's an old saying in China, 'When two rivals meet on a narrow path, the brave will win.'" Chen Mo's tone was gentle, like a patient elder.
"There are many people who are strong, but there are very few who have courage. Courage is the most important thing for a strong person."
"Those people you saw outside just now, do you think they are strong?" Chen Mo raised his hand and pointed outside.
Steve recalled the appearance of the mafia. "They are very strong, and there are many of them."
"But they were defeated. When faced with people who are stronger than them, they didn't even have the courage to fight back. They ran away like cowards, so they are all weak. But you have a brave heart, so in my opinion, you are stronger than them. "Chen Mo looked at Steve seriously and said.
"But my body …" In fact, Steve didn't want to admit that he was weak, so he resisted again and again.
Chen Mo waved his hand. "The body is external, and it can be strengthened through training. The most important thing is to have the courage to fight against enemies who are stronger than you. In the face of despair, you can be fearless and never give up!"
Steve's eyes lit up. Wasn't he talking about himself? It seemed like he wasn't completely useless. Steve's desire to become stronger grew stronger.
"Then, can I learn from you?" Steve asked Chen Mo nervously after gathering his courage.
Chen Mo nodded affirmatively. "Of course, you are very talented."
"But I don't have money." Steve said with disappointment.
"I still need an apprentice here. Other than learning martial arts, you have to be responsible for hygiene and chores. The salary isn't much, only 50 USD a month. What do you think? " Chen Mo didn't give him a high salary immediately. He accepted him because he valued his talent. Giving too much would only make people suspicious.
"Really? Thank you, I will work hard! "Steve said excitedly.
The salary here was much higher than when he worked in the factory, and he could learn martial arts and become stronger. Steve felt that he had a new beginning in his life. He was grateful to Chen Mo and swore to himself that he would work hard and study hard to live up to Chen Mo's trust.
After Steve left, Chen Mo finished the last sip of coffee and stood up from the sofa.