Getting a call from Qiao An late at night never meant anything good.
Mu Zimo was currently climbing out of his warm bed, but upon hearing the dreadful news, the first one to break down was actually Xie Shan.
"What? She went livestreaming again?"
"What? And she casually caught a few fugitives and wants us to come pick them up?"
...
In silence, he scratched his head, left the apartment with a head of bed hair, and slammed on the gas as if to vent his frustration, speeding all the way to the foot of the barren mountain.
By the time he arrived, Mu Zimo was already there, getting out of his car with a cold expression.
"Are fugitives really this wild these days?"
Gazing at the pitch-black mountain, he offered a moment of silence for those poor souls. They were already hiding in this godforsaken shithole, yet they still ran into Qiao An. Their luck was truly one of a kind.
"Enough nonsense. Qiao An said she left markers along the path. We just have to follow them."
