After learning that the leader of the Qinghe Gang might be an Eighth-Grade Martial Artist, and the other top enforcers are Ninth-Grade Martial Artists,
Chen Mo had pretty much gathered all the information he wanted.
After a few more words, Wu Mountain left the private room, holding the girl he had just ordered, and went off to a small private chamber.
Chen Mo, however, was not in the mood for this.
First, this Purple Gold Tower wasn't exactly a high-class brothel, the people who came here were of all sorts, and the girl he just ordered wasn't of the high-priced kind, who knows how many times she had been ordered.
Just taking advantage of some hands and feet was enough.
As for the real deal, Chen Mo was worried about catching a disease.
He wasn't that desperate; wasn't the sister-in-law at home enough for him?
Secondly, his time was too precious, he still had other matters to attend to.
