It was just getting dark when the plane arrived in the United States.
Ling Mo headed towards the address that Zheng Kaiwen gave him without stopping. It was the roof of a skyscraper.
Ling Mo didn't know why he chose to meet at such a place, but since he was required to do something, Ling Mo obviously wouldn't choose.
When he saw Wei Wei once again, he was no longer the same old friend that Ling Mo knew.
His jet-black hair flew wildly in the cold wind, but the corners of his face were as sharp as if they were carved from knives and axes. His eyes were sharp and determined as they grew deeper in the night like the scythes of a reaper's hand. However, he did not mind at all, with a mysterious smile on his face, he walked towards Ling Mo step by step.
"It's been so long since I last saw you, and you're still the same as ever." It was hard to tell if the guard's words were praise or mockery, but the empty rooftop made the atmosphere even colder.
Ling Mo didn't really have anything to be polite with him, so he faintly said, "You have changed a lot."
"That's only natural. For existences like us, it would be too boring if we kept showing off, wouldn't it?"
Wei was the doctor of his family for generations. It could be said that no one in the world could be more experienced than him. It was a pity that he had a strange temperament and couldn't be figured out. Even Ling Mo wasn't completely confident in making him listen to his orders.
And the reason why Ling Mo found him this time was naturally because he hoped that he could treat Su Qing's waist injuries. No, he had to treat Su Qing.
"Mn, there must be something important that brought Young Master Ling Mo here this time, right?" Wei Chou looked coldly at Ling Mo, and inadvertently licked his bright red lips. To him, everything in this world was both enticing and boring. That was why he had been wanting to find a place to entrust himself to.
Without waiting for Ling Mo's reply, one of the guards' Elbow landed right in front of Ling Mo's chest. Although he looked slim, his strength was astonishing, and Ling Mo did not dodge, but welcomed the guard's attack.
Ling Mo's chest didn't reveal any signs of pain after being struck, but instead released a hand to grab onto his arm. In the blink of an eye, his arm turned around, and with a "Kacha" sound, Wei's joints were dislocated!
However, the guard didn't seem to care about his dislocated arm. He leaped up, and after getting a certain distance away from Ling Mo, the corner of his mouth hooked up. "Young Master Ling, do you really need to ask me for help?"
As he said that, he even deliberately shook his soft arms.
Ling Mo casually said, "If you don't want to, then even if I kneel down and beg you for help, it wouldn't be of any use, right?"
At this moment, the night had completely fallen. The lights downstairs illuminated their faces, causing them to appear pale. No one said anything for a while.
Finally, after a few minutes, a burst of unbridled laughter reverberated through the empty space.
"Hahaha." Wei Ran calmly looked at the young master in front of him. "Interesting. You're the only one who can make me so happy."
But Ling Mo didn't want to be treated as a joke by others, so he coldly asked: "So are you going to help or not?"
"Help, how could the guards dare to disobey the orders of the eldest young master?" He seemed to be in a very good mood, disappearing from the rooftop in a flash.
Only then did Ling Mo heave a sigh of relief. Since he had already agreed to it, then Su Qing's waist injury should not be a problem.