Chapter 150 Old Master Wang Doesn't Defy Martial Morality

Xiaolong Street.

It was a street accessible from both ends.

After Chen Mo finished texting Uncle Wang, he put his phone back into his pocket.

Actually, he had originally planned to sleep in his room.

But not long after he lay down, his stomach started to growl.

If it had been a hot day, he wouldn't have come out to eat.

Firstly, the weather was hot, and secondly, he had no appetite.

But it was midnight.

The temperature of the night breeze in Xining was still very comfortable.

Following the scent, he only needed to cross the bridge ahead to see Xiaolong Street.

In this era without map navigation, finding a night market street in a strange city required his nose to do the heavy lifting!

As he stepped onto the bridge, a chaotic chorus of exclamations rang in his ears.

It sounded like the buzzing of flies.

He looked in the direction of the sound.

He saw a young man standing against the bridge railing on the left, his body outside the railing, his hands gripping the iron chain on the edge.

Clearly, he was about to jump into the river.

The crowd in front of the young man formed an arc similar to the moon, keeping everyone at a distance.

No one dared to cross this distance, fearing the young man might get agitated and accidentally fall.

Just then, someone in the crowd seemed unable to stand it any longer.

As Chen Mo stepped closer, a shout came from the crowd:

"Make way, everyone make way!"

A man, who looked like an elderly gentleman based on his attire, squeezed out of the crowd.

He immediately walked into the open space.

"Young man, I've been listening for a while. You've been hurt by love, your girlfriend broke up with you, and you're heartbroken, so you want to jump into the river, right?"

The old man stood with his hands behind his back, staring intently at the young man who was ready to jump at any moment.

Judging by the young man's mental state.

If he didn't stall him, he would definitely jump before the police arrived.

Because his expression was too agitated.

Some people jump into rivers to attract attention or achieve a certain goal.

Commonly known as a fake jump.

But!

He was very sure that this young man would actually jump.

Before he could answer, the old man added, "True love is knowing how to cherish when you can love, and knowing how to let go when you can no longer love."

"If you jump, besides breaking your parents' hearts and making your girlfriend look down on you, you won't gain anything!"

The young man glanced at the river below upon hearing this and shook his head excitedly.

"No! Why would she look down on me? She won't look down on me."

"If I die, she will know that I loved her!"

He looked manic, as if he wanted to use death to prove just how much he loved his ex-girlfriend.

"But if you die, your girlfriend will know you loved her, and then what? You'd be dead."

This seemed to strike a nerve with the young man.

Perhaps that was why he was hesitating and hadn't jumped yet.

Meanwhile, in the crowd.

Chen Mo furrowed his brows.

After the old man closest to the young man spoke, the scene quieted down.

Therefore, even though the old man didn't intentionally raise his voice, it still reached everyone's ears.

This included Chen Mo.

The reason for his frown.

Was because the old man's voice ahead sounded familiar!

To be precise, very familiar.

Somehow, even though the old man ahead had his back to the crowd, Chen Mo had already visualized his face.

But!

Wasn't Uncle Wang in Muhe?

Is there a bug in this parallel world?

Chen Mo quickly took his phone out of his pocket and scrolled through the previous text messages.

After confirming he hadn't misread anything, he put the phone away.

He wasn't an ordinary person, after all, and quickly calmed himself down.

"So, young man, come down!"

Seeing that he had persuaded him, Uncle Wang urged him on.

At the same time, he turned around, wanting to use the power of the crowd to give the young man a push.

"Everyone, tell me, does what I just said make sense?"

He looked at the faces in the crowd behind him.

Everyone was kind-hearted; while taking photos, they all responded with 'That's right.'

Some even used their own past experiences to persuade the young man.

For a moment, the buzzing sound rose up.

And a smile appeared on Uncle Wang's face.

He had watched the excitement and saved a person in the process.

With that unlucky guy Chen Mo not around, his sense of happiness had indeed increased a lot.

Just as he was thinking this, his gaze, which was sweeping through the crowd, suddenly stopped!

"Oh my, damn!"

First, he was startled, then he blinked rapidly, and then opened his eyes wide.

He saw that the young man at the very front looked way too familiar.

Impossible!

He hurriedly rubbed his eyes again.

When he looked again, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Could this be Chen Mo's twin brother, who was far away in Xining?

He hadn't heard him mention it before.

Since he had already confirmed many times that Chen Mo was not in Xining and would not come to Xining.

Therefore, he couldn't immediately realize that the person in front of him, whom he found so familiar, was actually Chen Mo.

People looking alike, while rare, happens often in reality.

For example, in his past life, a celebrity with the surname Xiang looked like a celebrity nicknamed 'Wherever he goes, it rains.'

"Young man, I mean no harm."

"Judging by your physiognomy, you are plagued by bad luck!"

Uncle Wang walked up to Chen Mo in a few steps.

While carefully observing Chen Mo's features, he secretly thought to himself: looks alike, too alike.

Exactly like Xiao Chen.

I didn't expect there to be such a big disaster in Xining too!

Listening to his tone, and seeing the look in his eyes as if he were looking at a plague god.

Chen Mo clenched his fists and was so angry he laughed.

So Uncle Wang still thinks he is that son of bad luck?

And, while out and about, he actually spreads such rumors about him.

Playing dirty!

Why couldn't it be your fault?

Sometimes bad luck can't be blamed entirely on others; look for the reasons within yourself more. Have you worked hard all these years...

"Are you a fortune teller?"

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow, not immediately revealing his identity.

He wanted to hear more about what his image was in Uncle Wang's heart.

As soon as he said this, Uncle Wang couldn't help but take a step back.

His body instinctively felt the urge to turn and run.

Looking alike is one thing, but the voice is actually this similar too.

Something is wrong!

"No... no, you look a bit like a friend of mine whose horoscope clashes with mine. His physiognomy isn't very good."

Uncle Wang explained, but his retreating action caused great damage to Chen Mo's heart.

"The person you're talking about, could it be Chen Mo!"

He asked with deep meaning.

"Oh? You know him?"

Uncle Wang looked puzzled. Does everyone know about Xiao Chen's bad luck?

Has it even spread from Muhe to Xining?

It's all because I discovered it too late, otherwise, why would he have to go to the detention room every day!

"I mean, is there a possibility..."

"That I am actually Chen Mo?"

A teasing voice came from his mouth.