The "boss" is the city's Party Secretary, who has always presented himself as honest, upright, and of high moral character.

When citizens mention the Party Secretary, they all give him a thumbs up and praise him as a good official of the people.

But the truth is, that extraordinary secretary frequently frequented brothels and entertainment venues, and his mistresses could play two games of mahjong with him. They were of all kinds of tastes, and he had no particular aversion to anything other than sex.

Needless to say, he accepted bribes privately. After each dinner, the secretary's secret account would receive at least six figures more.

These are just occasional touches in the plot. Originally, the secretary had no role at all, but now, due to the change in the main storyline, these hidden subplots have come to the fore.

"parking!"

The man sitting next to Yi Mu shouted, and the car immediately slammed on the brakes. Yi Mu was thrown against the front seat due to inertia. Although the seat cushion was soft, it still made his head hurt.

Before he could recover, the man grabbed him by the neck and asked in a dark tone, "How do you know about the boss? Who are you?"

Yi Mu's face gradually turned red.

The man in the front seat turned his head, his face hidden in the shadows, exuding a murderous aura: "Don't waste your breath on him. There's a mass grave up ahead. Let's just bury him alive on the spot. The dead won't reveal any secrets."

Yi Mu's fragile life was in someone else's hands, but he showed no signs of tension, remaining unusually calm.

“You’ve been on surveillance cameras the whole way you’ve been following me. If I disappear, my cousin will definitely call the police…”

Before he could finish speaking, he was punched hard in the stomach.

"Hmm!"

Yimu groaned and bent over in pain.

The man beside him withdrew his fist, twisted his wrist, and looked arrogant.

"The police are nothing. They're like dogs in front of our boss."

In such a big city, people go missing every day. In a month or two, no one will remember you.

"Drive to the mass grave!"

After saying this, the man released Yi Mu and then kicked him hard.

Yi Mu lowered his head and covered his stomach with his hands.

He never expected that this group of people would be such desperados, disregarding human life to this extent.

However, it's not logical for someone in such a high position to not have blood on their hands.

At first, Yi Mu thought they would at most beat him up to vent their anger, but now things have become complicated, and it's questionable whether he can even get back alive.

The call system is not working.

Yi Mu frowned, wondering what the system was for. It always pretended to be dead when he was in trouble, but kept talking non-stop when he was fine.

Just then, my phone rang.

Imu was on edge.

The man next to him instantly became alert, roughly pulled his phone out of his pocket, looked at the caller ID "Pervert" in the contact name, and gave Yi Mu a strange look.

"You answer the call, but don't say anything out of line."

Xi Junyan called at this time only because of one thing: Yi Mu had not returned home within the stipulated time.

This control freak...

Yi Mu used the man's hand to swipe the answer button, and Xi Junyan's annoyed voice immediately came from the other end: "Why are you so late answering the phone? Where are you?"

The man stared fiercely at Yi Mu, mouthing a warning to him not to play any tricks.

Yi Mu replied in his usual voice, "The crew has decided to film on location. Time is tight, so I have to go away for two days. Buy some instant noodles and cook them for yourself during these two days."

In the apartment, Xi Junyan's face immediately fell, revealing his displeasure.

"Why didn't you tell me beforehand? You left in such a hurry?"

Yi Mu gave a mumbled reply, then suddenly sneezed twice.

Someone was smoking ahead of me, and Imu is somewhat allergic to the smell of smoke. The worse the quality of the cigarette, the more severe the allergic reaction.

Knowing his situation, Xi Junyan narrowed his eyes and pressed, "Is someone smoking over there?"

In just a short while, Yi Mu's voice was already heavily nasal: "Yeah, I told him to hang up. The wind is too strong here, and the road is bumpy and hard to walk on. I'll hang up now."

The man hung up the phone decisively, glanced at Yi Mu, and felt that there was something hidden in his words.