"Sister Hong, just tell me, what exactly do you want to do?"
"I am willing to follow your orders."
Chen Mo suddenly stood up, bowed his head, and said to Sister Hong.
Sister Hong was flabbergasted, not understanding Chen Mo's unexpectedly fierce attitude. Seconds later, she covered her mouth, beginning to laugh.
She said to Chen Mo, "Little brother, you silly boy, I'm not some arsonist or thief who kills and sets fire; do you really need to show such eager loyalty?"
"Sister here is just a small clubhouse owner. How could I possibly harm you? Just because I helped you once, you think you have to sell your life to me? I am not some underworld figure."
Chen Mo's mouth twitched at her words. Who would believe that she was merely a clubhouse owner? Certainly not Chen Mo.
Could a mere owner of a clubhouse make a man of the streets, a middle-aged man, so scared that he acted like a groveling grandchild?
