Chen An elbowed him, "Did you guys rescue him and his wife in the woods at that time?"
Mo Nanjue sneered, "If it weren't for Tong Ran holding them, they'd be dead by now."
Chen An understood, people like them are hard to decipher between right and wrong; they couldn't rashly determine anything. If it were him, he would have killed too.
Mo Nanjue slipped his hands into his pockets, "I reckon they must have some kind of dark forces, this farmstead is just a cover."
"Anyway, it's just a few days. Living on that side is living, and this place is indeed safe. You know the entire Las Vegas is owned by the Mo Family. You could easily stroll around, and someone might pass the word back," Chen An glanced at him, "If Mo Beiyan finds out you're back, won't he send people to get at you?"
"He probably doesn't have the time."
"Nanjue, you've been gone for seven years, right?" Chen An looked up at the starry night sky, "Time flies, I wonder where we'll be in the next seven years."
