Chapter 118: One hundred seventeen, suggestion
Lu Hanmo handed over the captured Muye Taro to his subordinates, instructing them to conduct an interrogation overnight.
When Mo Shaoze saw Lu Hanmo, he walked over with a smile and hooked his arm around Lu Hanmo’s neck, "Lu Hanmo, do you have any more of that healing ointment?" He had also suffered some minor injuries this time, but after applying the ointment Lu Hanmo gave him, the bleeding from his wounds had quickly stopped—much more effective than any other medicine he had used before. Without guessing, it was certain that Luo Shu had given that ointment to Lu Hanmo.
"I don’t have any more!" Lu Hanmo said with a smile on his lips. Talking about the medicine made him start to miss Shushu again.
"Don’t be so stingy! Just give me two more bottles, just two." Mo Shaoze held out two fingers, shaking them before Lu Hanmo’s face as he laughed.
"Get lost!" Lu Hanmo pushed Mo Shaoze’s hand away and headed for the office. He still needed to report the situation of the mission to the higher-ups.
"Fine, if you don’t give it to me, I’ll go ask your wife for it tomorrow," Mo Shaoze said with an unashamed laugh.
Lu Hanmo gave Mo Shaoze a speechless look, "Suit yourself!"
Grinning, Mo Shaoze stepped forward again, his hand landing on Lu Hanmo’s shoulder, "I’m just joking, man. We’re buddies, aren’t we? You’d give me some. Let’s go to the office together."