"If I said we didn't know either, would you believe me?"
The middle-aged man had a bitter expression on his face.
"What do you think?" Chu Mo sneered.
"Okay, if I were you, I wouldn't believe it either, but we really don't know anything about it except for a number."
The man spoke sincerely, and then hurriedly explained:
"The other party transferred ten million US dollars to us as a deposit through an overseas account. After the deal is done, they will pay another ten million. We have never even met them."
"What are their demands?" Chu Mo stared at him coldly.
"Once you obtain the recipe for Kunlun Immortal Wine, the reward will be doubled."
"At the very least, we must obtain the original Kunlun Immortal Brew medicinal wine."
The middle-aged man readily confessed.
As for the aloof young woman, she glared angrily at Chu Mo, but remained silent.
She's not stupid; angering the other party at this moment would only bring her trouble.
"If I get the medicinal wine, how do I contact the other party? Did they provide a meeting address?"
Chu Mo frowned slightly, not expecting that someone would have their eye on the medicinal wine before it even hit the market.
They acted quite quickly.
"I asked, and he said that someone would contact us after we received it."
"I'm a little curious, which assassin organization do you belong to? Or are you mercenaries?" Chu Mo couldn't help but ask.
"Hmph, we knew each other before, and we only became partners temporarily for this mission. We don't belong to any organization."
The aloof young woman couldn't help but retort.
"Heh, I didn't expect assassins to have friends. Fine, none of that matters. You've already become a threat to me. Now, give me a reason not to kill you."
Chu Mo impatiently waved his hand to interrupt her, speaking with a cold expression.
"We will no longer accept any tasks related to you, but we will do one thing for you. What do you think?"
The middle-aged man looked at him nervously.
"Not enough!" Chu Mo shook his head slightly.
"Two items!"
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and quickly added, "Anything is fine."
Chu Mo shook his head again, then looked at the middle-aged man with an indifferent expression and sneered:
"If I tried to kill you but you caught me, and I offered to do two things for you without any real intention, would you let me go?"
"Attempted murder is punishable by at least ten or eight years in prison according to the law. I'll just say eight years. You worked for me for eight years, so this debt is wiped clean."
"Eight years? Impossible, what's the difference between that and going to jail?"
The aloof young woman was visibly agitated, her chest heaving violently, creating a wave of milk.
"You're not free in jail, but you're much freer doing things for me. Besides, I'm not discussing this with you."
Chu Mo glanced at the beautiful scenery on her chest, but his tone remained as cold as ice.
"Either you cripple your hands and feet, or you accept the conditions. You have one minute to consider."
Chu Mo sat leisurely on the sofa, crossing his legs and waiting quietly.
"I accept your terms!"
The middle-aged man readily agreed and secretly winked at the woman.
In any case, let's save our hands and feet first, and deal with the promises we made later.
Haha, you have legs on your own body, why don't you find a chance to run away?
"I... I agree too!"
The aloof young woman wasn't stupid; they had no choice in the current situation.
Chu Mo saw their expressions and couldn't help but find it amusing.
Is this treating me like a child?
But he didn't care.
The reason I need the other party's consent is purely due to my own sense of principle.
Otherwise, they won't give the other party a choice at all, but that's all.
It's impossible to kindly let them go.
Everyone must bear the consequences of their actions.
"Remember, from this day forward, I am your master, and you must obey my words unconditionally."
Chu Momo used the puppetry technique's incantation, his fingers flashing as he pointed at the two people's foreheads.
The two of them didn't even have time to react.
A pale golden, mysterious rune had already disappeared into the depths of their consciousness.
"You are our master, and we must obey your words unconditionally."
The two muttered to themselves with blank stares, then their heads lolled to the side and they fell into a deep sleep.
A long time passed.
The two of them slowly woke up.
Slightly bewildered, they looked around the room. Upon seeing Chu Mo, the two immediately rose respectfully and bowed.
"Owner!"
"Okay, call me boss from now on," Chu Mo corrected.
"Yes, boss!" The two replied without hesitation, their tone respectful and earnest.
The shame and indignation on the cold, beautiful young woman's face had long been replaced by fervent worship.
Chu Mo looked at them curiously, his heart filled with surprise.
He never expected that the puppetry technique would be so effective.
But he still tentatively asked:
"What are your names? Why are you here?"
The aloof young woman looked slightly ashamed.
"My name is Qin Shaoru, and his name is Hu Hai. We were hired to steal the Kunlun Immortal Brew recipe from our boss."
"Unexpectedly, we were captured. To repay the boss for sparing our lives, we will now serve the boss wholeheartedly."
"Haven't we been saying this for eight years?"
Chu Mo asked.
"No, as long as the boss doesn't fire me, I'm willing to work for him for the rest of my life."
The aloof young woman spoke with unwavering resolve.
"Me too. From now on, my life belongs to the boss. I'll do whatever he asks me to do."
The middle-aged man's attitude was one of unparalleled fervor and solemnity.
The way she looked at Chu Mo was as if she were looking at a god in her heart, devout and firm.
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