There was a muffled sound, accompanied by several heart-wrenching sounds of metal friction, and Ling Mo's figure slammed into a pile of scrap tires and rusty iron sheets.
The fishy smell of engine oil mixed with the unique sour smell of rotting garbage rushed into the nose instantly. The smell was like a hundred broken eggs that had been exposed to the scorching sun for three days and three nights, and reached the sky.
Ling Mo groaned, feeling that his internal organs were about to be displaced by the fall.
He turned over with difficulty. His originally spotless haute couture suit was now stained with black engine oil. The face that had once awe-stricken countless people at the Ling Group's shareholders' meeting was now covered in dust and blood.
But he didn't scream or even moan.
The pair of eyes as deep as ink, which looked even deeper after being stained with stains, were staring intently at the two men in black standing at the entrance of the abandoned vehicle yard.
It was a face he was very familiar with, and could even be said to be the "loyal" shadow of his past - the family's personal bodyguard, codenamed "Hei Kui".
"Young Master Ling, don't blame us." Hei Kui's voice was as cold as a machine without temperature. He didn't even take a look at the young boss who had given him millions in year-end bonuses. He just fiddled with the things in his hands carelessly.
That's a smart watch.
