Chapter 130: The Double Bed in the Tent

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After casually disposing of Wang Jianqiang—who had tried to ambush him—Chen Mo turned his gaze toward Su Wan. 

When Chen Mo first appeared, Wang Jianqiang had shoved Su Wan away. She stumbled into the water but quickly put distance between them. Instead of fleeing, she stood there, watching the two men with wary uncertainty. 

This was the first time she had seen the mysterious black-clad figure in person. Just as Zhang Lan had vaguely described, he was tall, imposing, and exuded an aura of enigmatic strength. The cold, dark metal mask covering his face hid his age and features, but his presence was undeniably formidable. 

Witnessing Chen Mo effortlessly catch Wang Jianqiang's spear mid-flight—then mercilessly impale him with it—didn't frighten Su Wan. Instead, she felt a surge of relief, as if she had narrowly escaped death. 

Wang Jianqiang's earlier words had revealed the truth: today's events were all a trap to lure out Chen Mo. Had Chen Mo fallen, she would have been next. 

And not just her—everyone else on the island would have been subjected to Wang Jianqiang's tyranny. The thought sent a chill down her spine. 

Thankfully, Wang Jianqiang had dug his own grave. 

Though Chen Mo had always lurked in the shadows, his actions spoke volumes. He was a man of principle. 

If he had ill intentions like the three foreigners or Wang Jianqiang, he wouldn't have secretly provided them with food. He could have waited until they were starving and helpless, then taken whatever he wanted. 

But he didn't. Instead, he ensured they didn't starve. When Zhang Lan and Xu Shan were abducted, he intervened without hesitation. 

Like Wang Jianqiang, Su Wan had analyzed Chen Mo's behavior. But unlike him, she saw more. 

Chen Mo reminded her of Léon from *The Professional*—a killer who was ruthless yet protective of the innocent. 

Now, standing before her after just taking a life, Chen Mo should have seemed terrifying. But when their eyes met, Su Wan sensed something else—a flicker of warmth, like sunlight piercing through shadows. 

She was certain now: beneath that cold, mysterious exterior was a righteous heart. 

She didn't know what had shaped him into a killer, but fear no longer gripped her. Instead, she felt an overwhelming sense of safety. 

Perhaps he was like the ancient knights-errant—slaying the wicked, protecting the weak. Every life he had taken on this island had deserved it. 

Meeting his gaze, Su Wan didn't look away. 

**"Thank you."** 

Her voice was calm, sincere. 

Having fallen into the sea twice, she was drenched from head to toe. Her wet hair clung to her skin, seawater dripping from the strands. Her white blouse, now nearly transparent, clung tightly to her body, outlining her curves. The conservative white bra beneath was fully visible, and her fair skin peeked through the fabric. 

With her delicate features and this disheveled, alluring appearance, it was no wonder Wang Jianqiang had been so desperate to eliminate Chen Mo first. 

Had he succeeded, Su Wan would have been his immediate prey. 

Chen Mo's eyes swept over her briefly before he turned and walked toward the woods. 

Thinking he meant to leave and vanish again, Su Wan quickly called out. 

**"Come with me."** 

His voice was low, calm—as if nothing that had just happened had affected him. 

Had Su Wan possessed Chen Mo's acute hearing, she would have noticed something peculiar: his steady heartbeat, unfazed even when killing Wang Jianqiang, had suddenly accelerated the moment he looked at her. 

Who would have guessed? The godlike emperor who once ruled medieval Europe, the conqueror who built a continent-spanning empire—was still a virgin. 

Honestly, the sight of Su Wan just now had hit him harder than fighting Alexander Corvinus. Sadly, his mental fortitude hadn't improved from the experience—otherwise, he might have considered staring longer. 

Su Wan blinked at his words, then quickly followed. 

Would going with him be dangerous? He had just saved her. His past actions spoke of reliability. Even if he *did* have ulterior motives, given the power he'd displayed, resistance would be futile. So she followed without hesitation. 

Most importantly—she trusted him. Her intuition sensed no malice in him. 

If someone had told her before that she'd so easily trust a stranger and follow him into the woods, she'd have called them insane. Yet here she was, certain Chen Mo would never harm her. 

Chen Mo led her through the trees, arriving at his camp minutes later. 

Now that he'd revealed himself, hiding no longer made sense. His solo vacation was over—it was time for group mode. 

Su Wan trailed behind, curiosity burning. When Chen Mo stopped, she found herself in a small forest clearing. 

A large military tent stood before her. Nearby, a hammock hung between trees, and a folding table was laden with fresh fruit. Compared to their refugee-like camp, this was paradise. 

If they were barely surviving, Chen Mo was practically glamping. 

But how? On this isolated island, where did all this come from? 

Her gaze returned to Chen Mo, now even more mystified by his masked figure. 

Ignoring her questioning look, Chen Mo entered the tent. Brought from *Captain America*'s world, this military tent measured 3×4 meters, with a height of 2.5 meters at the center. No need to hunch inside. 

From his inventory, Chen Mo retrieved a spare black combat suit and two towels, placing them on the inflatable bed before stepping back out. 

**"Change inside."** 

His tone remained indifferent. Su Wan glanced down at herself—only then realizing how disheveled she looked. 

The ordeal had left her mentally drained, oblivious to her state until now. 

The thought of Chen Mo seeing her like this brought a flush to her cheeks. But remembering his reaction, she couldn't help a small smile. The darkness Wang Jianqiang had cast over her seemed to lift. 

**"Thank you."** 

Soft-spoken, she hugged her arms and headed for the tent. Passing Chen Mo, she stole a glance—his broad shoulders, his straight back, standing motionless yet radiating security. 

Another smile touched her lips as she lifted the flap and stepped inside. 

Only when the tent flap fell shut did Chen Mo relax slightly. 

Back in the real world, he'd always kept a low profile, focused on honing his abilities. His interactions with women had been limited—mostly Peggy Carter and Amelia, both already spoken for. Their gazes had never affected him like this. 

Inside, Su Wan surveyed the spacious, minimalist tent. The large double airbed took up only a third of the space. 

The black clothes and towels lay neatly on the bed. Beyond that, the tent was empty—Chen Mo stored most items in his inventory, keeping only essentials out. 

Instead of changing immediately, Su Wan tiptoed to the window, peeking outside. 

Chen Mo hadn't moved an inch. No attempt to peek. 

A smirk played on her lips as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. 

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Minutes later, Su Wan emerged in the oversized black combat suit. 

The loose clothing should have swamped her slender frame, but instead, it lent her a striking, almost heroic charm. Her delicate features, framed by damp hair, looked even more captivating. 

Chen Mo studied her for a long moment. 

She was undeniably beautiful—full lips, porcelain teeth, eyes like painted phoenixes. The damp strands clinging to her cheeks only heightened her allure. 

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*(Author's note: Bet none of you saw this coming, huh? The deserted island arc wasn't just filler—every side character had a purpose. Also, this arc's wrapping up soon. Next world, then we're switching settings. And to those complaining about 'filler'—careful, or I'll just post the outline!)*