"Ring ring ring".
The phone rang again immediately.
"Hello?"
"...Why did you hang up the phone?"
"Since you're in my yard, why don't you just come and find me?"
"Hehehe, I'm in the cabinet behind you."
"Oh? You're coming out? That's great, I don't understand it but I respect it."
"What do you mean by coming out? I'm not, don't talk nonsense."
“It’s okay. My brother has also come out. Although everyone was a little surprised, they were all able to accept it.”
"No, I am not Nan Tong, I am really in your yard."
"Of course, me too."
Upon hearing this, the person on the other end of the phone finally couldn't hold back any longer and spoke with a hint of anger in their voice.
"I mean, I'm already in your courtyard now, you should know who I am, right?"
"Don't know him, is he an insurance salesman?"
"Are you an idiot or what? Fuck."
After saying the last word, there was a crisp "snap" sound, followed by a busy tone on the other end, clearly indicating that the other party had angrily hung up the phone.
Meanwhile, Mu Liuyun remained calm and composed, slowly putting his phone into his pocket. At the same time, he turned his gaze to the surveillance camera beside him.
Mu Liuyun naturally had a clear understanding of what was going on with this unexpected phone call.
He knew, of course, that Lin Yaodong and Lao Mo would never be so bored as to personally call and provoke him.
Without a doubt, this call must have been sent by someone randomly assigned by Lin Yaodong, with the sole purpose of letting him know that they had swaggered in and were trying to see his panicked reaction upon hearing the news.
However, Mu Liuyun was not the kind of person who would be easily frightened.
Hmph, the entire Arctic Village belongs to me, Mu Liuyun. What do you have to fight me with?
However, although Mu Liuyun was fully aware of Lin Yaodong and his group's methods, he still patiently listened to the entire phone call.
The reason he did this was not because he was afraid or had any reservations, but to create an opportunity for Zhang Rui, who was responsible for eavesdropping, to use technical means to find the other party's exact location.
As expected, Zhang Rui rushed over just one minute after the call ended.
"Brother Yun, we've found Lao Mo."
As he spoke, Zhang Rui took out his phone from his pocket, and a clear video slowly appeared on the screen.
That was a scene by the small river behind the village. In the picture, a middle-aged man of medium build was standing by the river. He was wearing a dark hood that covered most of his face, but you could still vaguely see the furious expression on his face.
The mysterious man was holding a cell phone tightly in his hand, seemingly arguing fiercely with someone.
When the video finished playing, Mu Liuyun stared wide-eyed at the screen in disbelief, her lips trembling slightly as she said, "Huh? It really was that old Mo who called?"
His voice was filled with surprise and doubt.
In that instant, the image of the ruthless and cold-blooded assassin that Mu Liuyun had once depicted in her mind shattered like a mirror, leaving not even a trace.
Instead, what stands before us is a seemingly ordinary yet emotionally unstable middle-aged man.
"Is this really Old Mo?"
Zhang Rui nodded: "I've seen him before, this is what he looks like."
Zhang Rui's expression was also somewhat complicated, as if he hadn't expected that Lao Mo would be this kind of person.
"However, none of that matters anymore. From now on, his every move is under my control."
Zhang Rui didn't dare to make any rash moves. On the one hand, he wasn't confident he could beat Lao Mo. On the other hand, although he was certain the person by the river was Lao Mo, he still felt things weren't that simple.
Zhang Rui frowned, his mind racing through various possibilities. Could it be that just that inexplicable harassing phone call was enough to frighten Mu Liuyun into submission and make her completely at his mercy?
Although Lin Yaodong's methods were strange, Zhang Rui wasn't too worried.
"We just need to remain unchanged and not act rashly, and there won't be any problems."
Mu Liuyun was live-streaming, and he was right next to her; he really couldn't imagine how he could lose.
Moreover, the figure by the river has remained completely still until now.
...
...
"Brother, why is there no sound at all from inside this house?"
At the entrance of Er Ya's convenience store, the old man with a wrinkled face and gray hair couldn't hear any sound from inside the store, so he frowned in confusion.
The village chief, standing to the side, seemed much calmer. He smiled and gently patted the old man's shoulder, comforting him, "Don't worry, let's go in and take a look first. These kids are always so quiet before filming starts; they're probably busy preparing!"
After saying that, the village chief confidently raised his hand, pushed open the door, and strode into the shop, shouting loudly, "Er Ya, we have a customer!"
However, even so, the entire shop was still empty, and there wasn't a single person in sight.
The village chief couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Hey? Where have all these people gone?"
But no one responded to him, which made the village chief look puzzled, and a few drops of cold sweat rolled down his forehead.
As the old man behind them grew increasingly suspicious, a voice came from the inner room: "This way, we're all in the inner room."
Hearing this, the village chief breathed a sigh of relief: "See, I told you so, let's all come together."
As he spoke, the village chief walked into the inner room.
Although the old man still looked suspicious, after looking around at the shop's layout, he showed a satisfied expression and excitedly followed the village chief into the inner room.
As soon as the old man followed the village chief into the house, someone immediately closed the door behind him.
"What's going on?"
Looking up, he saw three beautiful women, each with a distinct style, staring at him with eyes devoid of any emotion.
The largest one spoke first.
"Lin Yaodong, no, I should call you Uncle Dong, welcome!"
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