"Old Mo, you've already gotten into the zone."
Looking at the serious-looking old Mo in the front seat, Lin Yaodong joked.
"...This is the most important thing for you."
"Haha, that's true."
Lin Yaodong can be said to have dedicated his entire life to his work.
Starting from his initial status as someone who had no chance of becoming the head of the family, he struggled and persevered through countless hardships, relying on his ruthless methods to carve out a place for himself in the fiercely competitive land of Jincheng.
Along the way, he has encountered countless hardships and dangers, and experienced many life-or-death moments, but those past tribulations are nothing compared to the crisis he faces now.
If Mu Liuyun were to successfully return to the Lin family this time, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Because Lin Jianguo would definitely not let him go. If he were to seize this opportunity, he would absolutely kill him without any mercy.
By then, Lin Yaodong would not only have no chance of saving his life, but he probably wouldn't even be able to leave behind a complete corpse.
Whenever he thought of this, even though his face remained calm and composed, a deep fear would well up in his heart, making Lin Yaodong restless.
Unable to contain his anxiety any longer, Lin Yaodong leaned forward and forcefully patted Lao Mo's shoulder in the driver's seat with his right hand.
"Old Mo, your uncle is counting on you this time."
"Old Mo will do his best, and he will succeed."
Beneath the black hood, Old Mo revealed a resolute gaze.
"Hey, by the way, wanna get one of those things? Liu Kun had one last time, you were pretty good at it."
Old Mo, gripping the steering wheel tightly, shook his head slightly, a hint of determination and resolve showing on his weathered face. Taking advantage of the brief moment when the traffic light ahead turned green, he lowered his head, his gaze sweeping over the gleaming dagger at his waist.
The dagger lay there quietly, as if waiting to be awakened.
Its blade has smooth, sharp lines, and the blood grooves engraved on the edge reflect a chilling light in the sunlight.
Old Mo gently stroked the hilt of the dagger, feeling the slight coolness it emanated from it. His expression was obscured by the hood.
Once the red light ended and the car started moving again, he slowly said, "No need, I still trust this guy more."
The way he said those words carried an unquestionable tone.
For an experienced and ruthless killer like Old Mo, a dagger may not necessarily be more practical than a firearm.
After all, in modern society, firearms have a longer range and greater lethality, which can kill the enemy instantly.
However, for Lao Mo, the dagger held a unique charm and significance.
It is not only a deadly weapon, but also a symbol, representing the ultimate aesthetic that Lao Mo pursued deep in his heart.
As he silently approaches his target with a dagger in hand, each swing of the blade is like a meticulously choreographed dance, full of power and beauty.
This close-range killing method allows him to truly feel the moment his opponent's life ends, bringing him an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
He wouldn't have used a gun, such a low-level toy, if the police hadn't been closing in last time.
snort.
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"Live is over! Live is over! Thank you so much for your support, everyone!"
A few days later, one evening, in Er Ya's convenience store, surrounded by a group of fill lights, Sister Wang bowed to the camera.
Meanwhile, Mu Liuyun, who had been sitting quietly to the side, kept her big eyes fixed on the front. After seeing Sister Wang and Mu Jianghe smile and say goodbye to the viewers in the live broadcast room, she slowly turned off the live broadcast equipment.
As the screen went dark, Mu Liuyun clapped her hands and stepped forward, saying with a delighted expression, "Sister Wang, your control of the rhythm is getting better and better!"
After saying that, he gave Sister Wang a thumbs up to express his sincere admiration.
Sister Wang, beaming with pride, also stuck out a thumbs-up, pointing arrogantly at herself: "Of course! Don't you know who I am?"
As Mu Liuyun said, Wang Jie's sense of rhythm during her live streams is becoming increasingly excellent and smooth.
Mu Liuyun had previously said that Sister Wang was extremely talented in performance, but she never expected that she could so perfectly showcase this quality in the live streaming field.
Because of Lin Yaodong, their video production has decreased significantly, so they've increased their livestreaming sessions. These aren't necessarily product-selling livestreams; some are just casual chats with the audience.
Within a few days, Sister Wang became very good at presenting herself in front of the camera.
Looking at Sister Wang now, so poised and confident in front of the camera, who would have thought that she was so shy and didn't dare to speak during her first live broadcast?
"That's a wrap! Xiaoyun, is there any supper tonight?"
Sister Wang looked at Mu Liuyun excitedly, but Mu Liuyun just shook her head: "It's too late, eating too much is bad for your health."
"Huh? Oh..."
Seeing Wang Jie's disappointed expression, Mu Liuyun smiled and shook her head.
In modern society, many young people have developed the habit of eating late-night snacks because of work, and then they find that they are getting heavier and heavier, while their health is getting worse and worse.
Mu Liuyun had no intention of being that kind of boss; he still needed to pay attention to the health of Sister Wang and the others.
"Er Ya, Xiao Yun is right. If you don't want to get so fat that the audience hates you, then eat less late-night snacks!"
"Don't talk like that! You'll have plenty to eat when you get back, but I've been starving for ages!"
Upon hearing this, Mu Jianghe blushed, said nothing more, smiled, and left the shop, still a little unsteady on his feet.
Watching Mu Jianghe's retreating figure, Sister Wang scoffed, "Hmph, if I can't argue with Xiaoyun, I can at least argue with you!"
"Let's go! Xiaoyun, let's go home!"
Mu Liuyun followed closely behind Sister Wang with light steps. Looking up, the night sky was filled with twinkling stars, like brilliant gems set against the black canvas. For some reason, gazing at this vast starry sky, a strange sense of loneliness quietly welled up in her heart.
Despite the many enthusiastic villagers who greeted him along the way, and even several people offering him various snacks, his loneliness did not seem to dissipate.
After all, loneliness is not a feeling that depends on the number of people around you.
A little over a month ago, when he first arrived in this place alone, he looked up at the starry sky and felt only joy and delight at the beauty of nature.
However, as time passed, just over a month later, the starry sky remained as beautiful and captivating as ever, but at this moment, a deep longing for the bustling and prosperous life in Jincheng welled up in his heart.
He has many friends in Jincheng.
He couldn't help but think of the kind and gentle Sister Li. He wondered how she was doing these days. He had heard that her father had been promoted from vice principal to principal. Presumably, this would make her career path at the school smoother and easier.
And then there's Long Haochen, whose only cool name is... I wonder if he's successfully fulfilled his little wish of getting his grandfather to call him "Grandpa" instead.
Despite the conflicts with Shui Qing, Mu Liuyun was still happy to see her grow.
Besides that, images also come to mind of the kind-hearted uncle who sells steamed buns and soy milk downstairs, the kind landlady who sold her house to him, and the kind shop owner who always thoughtfully brings him a glass of water to quench his thirst whenever he delivers takeout...
Of course, the most important thing is Mu Xiaoxi.
Even knowing that Mu Xiaoxi was using him as a substitute for her older sister, he still couldn't help but think of the younger sister he had loved for sixteen years.
Actually, aside from using him as a substitute, Mu Xiaoxi is also a very nice younger sister.
But now Chu Yaqin has inexplicably come to see him, while Mu Xiaoxi hasn't even made a phone call.
Apart from Mu Xiaoxi, Shen Lanxin also didn't come to whip her...
They haven't called either.
A stand-in is just a stand-in, what more can you ask for?
It feels like I've forgotten someone? Who is it?
"Xiaoyun, what are you doing? Hurry up!"
Sister Wang's voice dispelled the momentary emo that Mu Liuyun felt. He replied, "Coming," and then skipped after her.
But it doesn't matter, he will have not only Old Man Mu, but also more family members in the future.
Judging from Lin Hongmei's attitude, the plot involving the real and fake young masters shouldn't happen...
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