Zheng Wenchang sneered, "Boss Lin, I've left Longhua, but who says I can't come back?"
Lin Dehong's face turned extremely unpleasant. He quickly said, "Director Zheng, we're old acquaintances, after all."
"Old acquaintances?" Zheng Wenchang scoffed. "When Chen Mo threatened me at my home and took all my assets, where were you, my old acquaintance, to speak a word for me?"
"Boss Lin, the predicament you're in today is entirely your own doing!"
At this moment, Long Zeliang handed Zheng Wenchang a pistol. Zheng Wenchang looked at the gun, a ferocious expression on his face. "Lin Dehong, go down and accompany my son to the grave!"
"Accompany him to the grave?!"
"Zheng, Zheng Gan, he...?" Lin Dehong was shocked.
Zheng Wenchang said coldly, "That's right, my son is dead! Killed by your good son-in-law!"
"What!" Lin Dehong looked at Zheng Wenchang in surprise. He finally understood why Zheng Wenchang was so furious. Having known Zheng Wenchang for so long, Lin Dehong knew the importance of Zheng Gan in Zheng Wenchang's heart.
Outside the door, Chen Mo's figure paused. He had heard everything clearly. However, Chen Mo was puzzled, as he had only rendered Zheng Gan incapable of being a man, not killed him. But from Zheng Wenchang's words, it seemed Zheng Gan was indeed dead!
Zheng Wenchang wasted no more words, aiming the black muzzle of the gun at Lin Dehong.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, a whistling sound cut through the air. A thin silver needle struck Zheng Wenchang's wrist.
"Ah!"
Zheng Wenchang, about to fire, felt a sharp pain in his wrist.
"Bang!"
The pistol fell to the ground. The sudden turn of events caused everyone present to change their expressions. They all turned to look towards the entrance.
A figure was walking slowly into the factory.
"Chen Mo!" Long Zeliang exclaimed in surprise upon seeing the newcomer. He couldn't understand how Chen Mo had found this place. Especially with Master Zhang not by his side, Long Zeliang's expression became extremely grim.
"Chen Mo! I, I'm going to kill you!" Zheng Wenchang roared in anger, reaching for the pistol on the ground.
"Director Zheng!" However, Long Zeliang stopped him.
Zheng Wenchang looked at Long Zeliang in confusion. "Mr. Long, what are you doing? This is a perfect opportunity to kill him!"
Long Zeliang was speechless. If a Grandmaster could be killed by a pistol, what was the point of being a Grandmaster? "The gun poses no threat to him! If you don't want to die, don't provoke him! Think about avenging your son," Long Zeliang advised in a low voice.
Hearing this, Zheng Wenchang looked at Chen Mo in shock. Indeed, Chen Mo was calmly looking at him, showing no signs of panic.
"Mr. Chen, this is the factory I rented. It seems I didn't invite you in. Your actions are considered trespassing," Long Zeliang said to Chen Mo.
Chen Mo glanced at Long Zeliang. "That's right, so what?"
So what?! Long Zeliang's eyes widened. This statement completely choked him, leaving him speechless. He could only glare at Chen Mo resentfully.
Chen Mo ignored the two of them and slowly walked to the cage. He gripped the lock on the outside of the cage with his fingers and pulled hard.
"Click!"
The lock snapped. Chen Mo then reached out and helped the weakened Lin Dehong out of the cage. Lin Dehong was also stunned, feeling as if it were all a dream. He had thought he was doomed, but unexpectedly, Chen Mo had appeared at the critical moment.
"Chen Mo, how did you find this place?" Long Zeliang couldn't help but ask. Now, Long Zeliang was even more convinced that there was a traitor among his subordinates. After all, he always had his men eliminate any tails whenever he went out, ensuring no one was following him.
Chen Mo ignored him and turned his gaze to Zheng Wenchang, who was glaring at him furiously. "Director Zheng, whether you believe it or not, your son was not killed by me."
Zheng Wenchang was blinded by rage and could not listen to anything. Seeing Zheng Wenchang's demeanor, Chen Mo saw no point in explaining further. He helped Lin Dehong and walked towards the exit. Along the way, no one tried to stop Chen Mo and Lin Dehong.
Seeing Chen Mo and Lin Dehong leave, Zheng Wenchang's face turned extremely unpleasant. "Mr. Long, are you just going to let them leave like this?!" Zheng Wenchang questioned.
Long Zeliang's expression was grim. "Director Zheng, if you have the guts, go and stop them."
Zheng Wenchang froze. "Mr. Long, what do you mean by that?"
Long Zeliang suppressed his anger. If it weren't for Zheng Wenchang being useful, he would have slapped him several times by now. That was a Grandmaster; if he angered him, the other party would surely not let him off.
Zheng Wenchang said coldly, "Mr. Long, the secrets I told you before should be enough for the Long family to take action, right? As for the rest, I'll tell you when Chen Mo dies!" With that, Zheng Wenchang no longer paid attention to Long Zeliang and also walked out.
A deep killing intent flashed in Long Zeliang's eyes. Seeing Zheng Wenchang leave the yard, Long Zeliang said coldly, "A stray dog. If you weren't still useful, why would I have kept you until today?"
After Chen Mo and Lin Dehong left the factory, they drove away. Chen Mo handed his phone to Lin Dehong, asking him to call Lin Wan'er first to let her know he was safe. After the call ended, Lin Dehong couldn't help but ask Chen Mo, "Chen Mo, how did you know I was at that factory?"
Chen Mo did not reveal anything about Long Hexiang, instead saying, "I had people monitoring them all along."
"So that's how it is." Lin Dehong had no doubts. He then asked again, "Did Zheng Gan really die by your hand?"
Chen Mo shook his head. "I didn't kill him." Lin Dehong didn't question it either, as he knew that with Chen Mo's current strength, there was no need for him to lie. However, Lin Dehong couldn't figure out who would have killed Zheng Gan.
Just then, Chen Mo's phone rang. As Chen Mo was driving, he casually pressed the answer button and turned the volume up to maximum.
"Miss me?" However, as soon as the call was connected, Fang Fang's voice came through. Chen Mo was startled. He quickly turned down the phone's volume and held the phone to his ear. "I'm driving. I'll call you back later," Chen Mo replied.
Fang Fang sounded a little disappointed. "Okay, from today onwards, I'll be filming. It'll be busy, and I might not be able to answer your calls promptly. I originally wanted to contact you during my break."