Old Mo, eating fish in a courtyard house, reigning supreme in Hong Kong.

Chapter 255: Before even reaching Chiang Rai, we've already gotten ourselves into big trouble a

Old Mo was speechless when this happened, especially since they were almost at Chiang Rai.

The monks were banging on the car window, chattering away.

"Ah Dong, what are they saying?"

Lu Xiangdong said, "They're telling us to open the door; they want to get in a car. What should we do?"

In Thailand, monks hold a very high status.

Buddhism is the state religion of Thailand, practiced by almost the entire population. Monks, as the inheritors of Buddhist teachings and spiritual mentors, enjoy widespread respect and a high status in society.

So in Thailand, you can offend anyone, but you can't offend a monk.

If you offend the gangsters or Ah She, you might still be able to escape.

If you offend these bald monks, once they issue a warrant for your arrest, you'll have nowhere to run.

Even if you manage to escape, you won't be able to find a place to stay or buy food. You won't even dare to see anyone. Think about it, how are you going to survive?

But who is Old Mo? He's been an assassin for two lifetimes and has never believed in these things.

If he believed it, he wouldn't have become an assassin.

So, Old Mo said very simply, "Tell them to get lost. We're not here to solicit customers."

Lu Xiangdong was speechless and could only politely say to the monks, "I'm sorry, esteemed masters, our vehicle is too small to fit so many people! Please wait for the next vehicle, okay?"

The leading monk was displeased. He said, "You're lying. Your police car is so spacious, how could it not fit everyone? How do you know it can't fit if you haven't tried?"

In fact, if you squeeze in like dumplings, you can fit everyone in the seats.

Lu Xiangdong said helplessly, "Master, there really isn't enough room! Please don't make things difficult for us, okay? We're in a hurry to solve a case!"

The monk objected, saying, "No, we've been walking all night and we're too exhausted to go any further. You must take us there."

In Thailand, these bald monks have the right to speak like that. Because, truly, no one dares to disrespect them.

These two guys are really going too far. How dare they not help them? This is simply going against the natural order and is extremely rebellious.

They are monks from Chiang Rai. If you dare to offend them, even if you are Ah She, you won't get away with it.

"Brother Mo, they won't let us! They insist on getting in the car, what should we do? They're being very forceful!"

Dong Ge, how could you say something like that? Don't you have any idea what your situation is right now? Are you going to let them get on the bus?

"grass."

Old Mo cursed, decisively shifted gears, released the clutch, and sped off with a burst of acceleration.

With a loud bang, the five monks blocking the way were immediately sent flying.

Three were knocked to the side, and two were crushed under the car.

Old Mo floored the accelerator, the car rumbled over them, and then sped away. Only two bloodied, mangled bald monks remained.

"Aaaaaaah..."

Neither monk died, but one had his hand broken and the other had his foot broken.

He was dragged for a distance, leaving a long trail of blood. The scene was utterly horrific.

The dozen or so monks were all stunned.

"Damn it, how dare they? How dare they?"

This monk's Dharma name is Luang Pu Guang Ming. He is a Phakaruna, which is a rank that allows one to become an abbot.

When has he ever suffered such humiliation? This is intolerable, absolutely intolerable.

"Remember their license plate, remember them. Give the order to pass it on: make sure they catch those two bastards!"

Old Mo didn't care about any of that. He stepped on the gas and sped away, not caring about the trouble they had caused.

They're just a bunch of bald monks, nothing to be afraid of.

Why should someone be forced to ride in a car for free?

In any case, he had never seen anything like this in his two lifetimes.

What he didn't know was that in Thailand, this was taken for granted.

It's an honor that a monk is willing to ride in your car. You want a bicycle too? That's just how unreasonable I am.

Old Mo drove smoothly into the city.

By this time, it was already broad daylight.

We've finally arrived at this damned place. Even Old Mo was deeply moved by the experiences along the way.

The two abandoned the police car on the road and went to find a hotel to stay in.

There's no way around it, even a god gets tired after driving all night!

This time, the two didn't look for a big hotel either, because even big hotels weren't safe here.

The two of them randomly picked a hotel, as long as there was food and a place to sleep.

I took out my new passport and successfully booked a double room.

This is the best room in the hotel. There is a small hall outside, and inside is a bedroom with two wooden beds.

The two had breakfast brought to their room, ate it, and then went to sleep.

Luang Pu Guangming and his group finally found another car and made it back to the city safely.

Before they even got off the bus, a sharp-eyed monk suddenly spotted the car parked on the side of the road.

"Luang Pu (a respectful title, meaning master), I see that car, look."

The monk pointed at the car and shouted.

Luang Pu Guangming looked in the direction he was pointing and immediately shouted, "Stop the car!"

The car screeched to a halt.

The monks jumped out of the car and came to the police car.

Unfortunately, the car was empty; there was no one inside.

"Damn it, go back immediately and spread the word to search the whole city for these two people."

"Luang Pu. There's no portrait, how do I find it?"

"They are Chinese, but their Thai isn't very fluent. Anyone like that, take them into custody immediately. We need to identify them ourselves. We won't rest until we catch these two."

"Yes."

The two monks agreed and immediately ran away.

This is already their territory; they'll soon find help.

Next, a city-wide manhunt began.

Yes, it's difficult for the police to find people. But for these monks, finding people is much easier than for the police.

News spread from various hotels that they had not served any Chinese people who spoke Thai with difficulty. If they had, they would send someone to check on them.

If anything seems amiss, arrest them immediately.

That's right, it's that awesome.

Here, even the most powerful monks, like Ah She, drug dealers, and gangsters, are not as awesome as these monks.

They have a huge following and a massive mass base. Finding two people would be really easy.

Soon, the hotel where Lao Mo and his group stayed was being watched. The reason, of course, was that they matched the description.

Old Mo never imagined these bald monks would be so amazing. They had all lost their cars, yet they were still found.

It was two o'clock in the afternoon, and Lao Mo and the others were still half asleep when there was a loud knocking on the door.

If the monks hadn't been unable to confirm that it was the two of them, they wouldn't have even knocked; they would have kicked the door open and rushed in.

Old Mo was awakened by the knocking on the door and subconsciously scanned the area with his divine sense.

It wouldn't have mattered if I hadn't swept it, but once I did, I instantly felt refreshed.

"Holy crap, what's going on?"