Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

An hour later, Chen Mo emerged from the bathroom, looking refreshed and walking with a steady gait.

To his surprise, the flight attendant had never been a virgin.

Lin Yue craned his neck to look at Chen Mo, his face full of suspicion:

"Brother Chen, you've been having diarrhea for an hour? Your face isn't pale, and your legs aren't weak. Your physique is amazing!"

"good."

Chen Mo sat back down and leaned back in his chair.

After a while, the flight attendant also came out from the direction of the restroom.

She had just touched up her makeup, her lips were a little redder than before, and her hair was styled up again, with a few stray strands tucked behind her ears.

She walked with a limp, her waist was more flexible than before, her face had a thin blush, and her skin had become whiter and more tender, as if she had just washed her face.

She walked back to the front cabin, paused as she passed Chen Mo's seat, and glanced at him.

He glanced at me, said nothing, and then left.

Lin Yue, with his sharp eyes, looked back and forth twice, his mouth slowly opening and closing, then opening again.

He leaned closer, his voice barely audible: "Brother Chen, about that... restroom you guys were in just now..."

"What?"

Chen Mo looked at him.

"It's nothing, it's nothing."

Lin Yue shrank back, but the expression on his face betrayed him.

He muttered to himself:

"My God, my God, Brother Chen, you're amazing! On the plane, in the bathroom!"

Chen Mo ignored him and closed his eyes.

Lin Yue was excited for a long time, then took out his phone and typed in the notes app. He typed a line, deleted it, typed it again, and finally put his phone back in his pocket with a long sigh.

"I've lived for twenty-eight years, but it's not as long as Brother Chen goes to the toilet."

The flight attendant came over a while later with a tray to collect the coffee cups.

She first collected the people in the front row, then the people in the back row, and finally walked over to Chen Mo's side.

As she bent down to pick up the cup, she glanced at him, her lips slightly pursed, and her voice was very soft:

"You took an hour to use the restroom. I thought you'd fallen in!"

Chen Mo looked up at her: "Worried about me?"

"Worried about the cup."

She said that, but deliberately didn't hold the cup properly, and the cup fell onto Chen Mo's lap.

Chen Mo reached out and caught it, then gently supported her wrist.

She didn't flinch, but stared at him for two seconds in that position, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her eyes like strands of syrup stuck to his face.

Be careful.

Chen Mo put the cup back on the tray.

She straightened up, a smile playing on her lips, and walked away with the tray.

She took a few steps, glanced back at him, her eyes smiling, exuding charm.

Lin Yue watched the whole thing from the side, leaning back in his chair with a vacant look in his eyes.

"Brother Chen, I'm not learning from you anymore. I can't learn it. This thing depends on talent."

The short-haired girl was sitting in the back row and saw what had just happened.

Her lips were pressed together until they turned white, the magazine in her hand was crumpled in her hand, and her nails dug into the pages.

On what grounds?

She encountered a conman; others encounter tall, handsome, and rich men.

Are flight attendants all sticking up to it?

She felt like a stone was lodged in her chest, making it hard to breathe. She crumpled the magazine into a ball, then unfolded it, then crumpled it into a ball again.

The girl with long hair saw it too.

She felt a mix of emotions, not jealousy, but regret.

She glanced at the brown-haired foreigner sitting obediently in the front row, then at Chen Mo, and felt a tightness in her chest.

The blond and brown-haired foreigners exchanged a glance, then quickly looked away, their faces still burning with embarrassment.

The blond foreigner was looking down at his phone, unable to read a single word on the screen, his fingers swiping randomly across it.

The brown-haired foreigner was even more cowardly; he simply closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, but his eyelids kept twitching.

Two hours later, the plane landed in Bangkok.

Chen Mo stood up to get his luggage, which consisted of only a few pieces of clothing; everything else was in his bronze ring.

Lin Yue followed behind, looking reluctant to part:

"Brother Chen, which hotel are you staying at? Why don't we stay together, so I can keep you company?"

"No."

Chen Mo slung his bag over his shoulder. "I have some things to take care of here. You can have fun by yourself."

"Let's keep in touch. I'll invite you to dinner after I finish filming the footage."

Lin Yue took out his phone and waved it.

"OK."

As they exited the covered bridge, the short-haired girl walked ahead, her steps quick, as if she were trying to escape this place.

The blond foreigner followed behind, trying to take her hand, but she shook him off.

She was rushing to the hospital for a checkup; she didn't have time for this swindler.

The long-haired girl walked at the back. When she passed Chen Mo, she slowed down, looked up at him, and her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she didn't say anything and walked away quickly with her head down.

Chen Mo didn't pay attention to any of this and headed straight for the arrival hall.

He took out his phone, opened the map he had saved earlier, and confirmed the hotel's location and route.

Outside the arrival hall, taxis were lined up.

A driver approached and asked in English, "Taxi, sir? Where do you go?"

Chen Mo glanced at him and said in Thai, "Go to Siam Square."

The driver paused for a moment, looked him up and down, and asked in Thai:

Are you Thai?

"no."

Chen Mo opened the car door. "I do business here, I come here often."

No wonder.

The driver nodded. "What kind of business do you run?"

Import and export trade.

Chen Mo leaned back in his chair, speaking casually, "Electronic products, shipped from Shenzhen."

The driver nodded, asked no more questions, and started the car.

After driving for a while, he couldn't help but strike up a conversation:

"Where did you learn Thai? You speak it very well."

My girlfriend taught me.

Chen Mo casually made up a line, "We dated for two or three years, then broke up, but I still haven't forgotten my Thai."

The driver laughed out loud: "Well, it's not a loss. I learned something."

"yes."

Chen Mo laughed too, "She's the one who's at a disadvantage."

The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror and burst out laughing.

As the car turned onto the highway, the driver said:

"Taking the highway is faster, but it costs an extra 70 baht in tolls."

"Can."

The car exited the highway and entered the city.

The driver began to introduce Bangkok, and Chen Mo responded occasionally but didn't engage in conversation.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of the Novotel Hotel.

Chen Mo glanced at the meter, took out his wallet to pay the fare, and added a 100 baht tip.

The driver took the money, clasped his hands together, and said, "Thank you. I wish you great success in your business in Bangkok."

Chen Mo nodded, picked up his backpack, and got off the bus.

He took out a cigarette case from his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, flicked it with his fingertips, and the lighter made a soft "click".

Tilt your head back slightly and take a deep breath.

Smoke slowly escaped from the corner of his lips, dispersing in the sunlight.

He was really bored during the journey.

Behind them, another taxi pulled up.

Lin Yue leaned out of the car and saw Chen Mo's back. His eyes lit up, but he didn't call out.

He took out his phone, pointed it at Chen Mo, and filmed a short video, capturing Chen Mo lighting and smoking a cigarette. He then posted it on Douyin (TikTok).

"I bumped into a superstar in Bangkok. He was tall, handsome, and rich, and spoke Thai better than the locals."

The key point is that the flight attendant spent an hour in the lavatory on the plane, and her legs were sore when she came out. Think about it carefully.

He put down his phone and muttered to himself:

"If we don't follow this guy, who else should we follow? Maybe we can even get a piece of the pie."

Chen Mo walked into the hotel lobby, took out his passport, and checked in.

The receptionist took the passport, glanced at it, then looked at him again, and asked in English:

"Sir, are you alone?"

Chen Mo answered in Thai:

"One person, double room."

The receptionist paused for a moment, then smiled and said in Thai, "Your Thai is excellent. Are you here for tourism?"

Chen Mo replied with his previous statement: "On a business trip, to discuss some business."

After completing the check-in process at the front desk, they handed over the room key and said, "Have a pleasant stay."

Chen Mo took the room key and stepped into the elevator.

The elevator doors closed, and he leaned against the elevator wall, took out his phone, and sent Lu Xingyao the address and room number.

Lu Xingyao is the name of a flight attendant on an airplane.

Lu Xingyao replied instantly: "Okay, I'll be right there."

Chen Mo smiled and put his phone back in his pocket.

We can get the gun tonight.