As soon as Chen Mo finished speaking, two pistols appeared in his hands. Before the people on the opposite side had time to react, Chen Mo fired his guns in succession, "Bang! Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"...
A series of fierce gunshots sounded closely and briefly. All the gun-holders on Johnny's side froze in pain with their arms folded, and all the guns in their hands fell to the ground.
In just a short moment, the situation on the field reversed again.
Putting the pistol with white smoke still coming from the muzzle casually on the coffee table in front of him, Chen Mo glanced at Johnny, who had his arms folded and his forehead covered with cold sweat.
"It seems I still have the final say here, what do you think?" Chen Mo asked teasingly.
"Yes...yes!" Johnny felt that his back was soaked with cold sweat. He was obviously a martial arts practitioner, but his shooting skills were so abnormal. He didn't see clearly just now, and all his people were shot.
The corner of his eye glanced at the pistol on the coffee table. Johnny, who was completely shocked by Chen Mo, still did not dare to commit suicide again.
"Then you can leave without seeing me off." Chen Mo waved his hand and said.
It seemed that he didn't expect Chen Mo to let him go so easily. Johnny was stunned for a moment before he realized what he was doing, and he quickly called his subordinates to flee and left.
"Master, are you going to let them go like this?" When they were pointed at by guns, Huang Quan and others broke out in a cold sweat, but they did not flinch. Chen Mo was quite satisfied with their performance.
Chen Mo knew what Huang Quan meant and was worried that they might come back for revenge. "It's not the time yet." Chen Mo picked up the coffee that Old Albert had just poured and took a sip.
Old Albert was the calmest person in the audience besides Chen Mo. Except when Johnny took out his gun and took two steps forward to block Chen Mo, but was stopped by Chen Mo, he stood quietly behind Chen Mo with a coffee pot at other times.
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Outside the martial arts gym, Steve watched a group of gangsters rush into the martial arts gym. He was worried about the safety of the people inside and was about to call the police. After a noisy fight, the place became quiet again.
Steve was at a loss when a burst of intense but brief gunshots rang out, causing Steve's expression to change, thinking that a gangster had shot and killed someone.
Soon, a group of people retreated in embarrassment and left the place quickly. Steve quickly ran towards the martial arts gym, and with an anxious mood, he put his hand on the door that had always been very mysterious in his heart.
The ajar door was pushed open easily. It seemed that they were so anxious to leave that they even forgot to close the door to the "crime scene". Steve's bad feeling became even stronger.
Steve, who was worried and tangled in his heart, imagining various possible scenarios, was stunned when the door was fully opened. There were no corpses lying on the ground, and there was no river of blood. The people in the room were intact around the sofa.
They were talking about something, and when they heard the sound of him opening the door, several people turned their heads and looked at him with strange eyes.
Looking at the sporadic bloodstains on the ground at the door, Steve realized that he might have made an own mistake. The mafia just now were not in a hurry to leave the crime scene, but were beaten and fled by the few people in front of them!
Steve, who wanted to understand, couldn't help but blush under the gazes of Chen Mo and others, "Well, I... just saw... the door was not closed..."
Steve didn't know how to explain that he rashly broke into someone else's house. He couldn't say that he thought they were all killed. The expression on his face for a moment was very wonderful.
"Come in." Chen Mo looked at the thin figure at the door. The look on his face was a little embarrassed, but it still couldn't hide the kindness and integrity in his bones. If others had stayed away long ago, they would never come.
Wander through this muddy water.
"You saw the group of people coming in and heard the gunshots. Are you afraid that something might happen to us?" Chen Mo helped Steve tell the truth.
"Yes...yes, sir." Steve felt relieved and glanced at Chen Mo gratefully.
"Come and sit. Eddie, help him get a cup." Chen Mo invited.
Steve had no choice but to walk in. Only then did he have the opportunity to take a good look at this mysterious martial arts gym. The independent practice room was covered with thick floor mats, and there was a small ring in the corner of the hall. It was spacious.
The hall is paved with solid wood floors, and several weapon racks are neatly placed against the wall. They are filled with various long and short weapons, most of which Steve has never seen before.
There was only a sofa and coffee table placed near the window. The layout of the entire martial arts studio was very simple and neat, not as grand as Steve imagined.
Steve waited for a long time before sitting down in front of Chen Mo. The white-haired old butler poured him a cup of coffee, and then left with several others to clean up the hall that was messed up by the mafia.
"Chen Mo, a Chinese, the owner of this martial arts gym." Chen Mo raised his glass and motioned for Steve to try it too.
"Steve Rogers, from Brooklyn, an ordinary worker." Steve did not feel inferior because of his status as a worker. He took a deep breath and let go of his embarrassment. After calming down, Steve seemed neither humble nor overbearing.
After introducing myself, I took a sip of the coffee in front of me and relaxed.
This is like Captain America in my memory.
"You are not like an ordinary worker." Chen Mo said with a smile.
"I just don't know how to be afraid." Steve thought of his thin body and said with some self-deprecation.
"We have an old saying in China: When we meet on a narrow road, the brave will win." Chen Mo's tone was gentle, like an elder who is good at teaching.
"There are many people with strong strength, but few people with real courage. It is the most important thing for a strong person."
"Those people you saw outside just now, do you think they are powerful?" Chen Mo raised his finger and asked outside.
Steve recalled the appearance of the mafia gang, "They are all strong, and they have strength in numbers."
"But they were defeated. Facing people stronger than them, they didn't even have the courage to resist and ran away like cowards, so they are all weak. And you have a brave heart, so in my opinion
, you are stronger than them." Chen Momo said seriously looking at Steve.
"But my body..." In fact, Steve didn't want to admit that he was a weak person, so he fought again and again.
Chen Mo waved his hand, "The body is external and can become stronger through exercise. The important thing is to have the courage to fight when facing enemies stronger than yourself, to be able to face desperate situations without fear of life and death, and never give up!"
Steve's eyes lit up. Wasn't this what he was talking about? It seemed that he was not useless. Steve's inner desire to become stronger couldn't help but become stronger.
"So, can I learn from you?" Taking courage, Steve asked Chen Mo with some anxiety.
Chen Mo nodded affirmatively, "Of course, you are very talented."
"But I don't have any money." Steve said a little disappointed.
"I still need an apprentice here. In addition to learning martial arts, he also has to be responsible for hygiene and chores. The salary is not much, 50 US dollars per month, what do you think." Chen Mo didn't offer him a high salary all of a sudden. Accepting him can be said to be a big deal.
If you value his talent, giving too much will only make people suspicious.
"Really? Thank you, I will definitely work hard!" Steve said excitedly.
The salary here is much higher than when he worked in the factory before, and he can also learn martial arts and become stronger. Steve feels that his life has a new beginning. He is full of gratitude to Chen Mo and secretly vows to work and study hard.
, live up to Chen Mo’s trust.
After Steve left, Chen Mo drank the last sip of coffee in the cup and stood up from the sofa.