The bounty on the five Grey-robed Cultists was a little lower, but together it still came to over ten million. The five men also had several million on them, all of which now went to Mo Fan.
When they parted ways, Mo Fan and Xu Zhaoting exchanged phone numbers, and Mo Fan told him to keep calling if he heard anything about the Black Flood Pavilion.
Since it was already very late, the old Judge told Mo Fan to come make a statement tomorrow when he had time. They would take the five Grey-robed Cultists back first.
By the time Mo Fan returned to Jinyuan Apartment, Mu Nujiao and Ai Tutu had already finished dinner. The moment Ai Tutu heard him come back, she immediately jumped off the sofa barefoot.
"Zhou Zhou, you're finally back. Mu Dàdá and I saved you some food. Have you eaten yet?" Ai Tutu said with an exaggeratedly mischievous expression.
"Not yet. And what the hell is Mu Dàdá? I think our relationship has gotten a little too intimate. How am I supposed to sell the Three-Step Tower spot to Mu Nujiao like this?" Mo Fan sat down at the dining table as Ai Tutu brought over the warmed food.
"Oh, Miss Ai, just say whatever you want to say." Mo Fan wondered, I'm just eating your leftovers. Why are you putting on a Hongmen Banquet for me?
"Well... Sister Mu's relative came by. She might be inconvenienced for the next few days," Ai Tutu said softly.
Her relative came???
"Oh—"
Mo Fan finally understood. So it was that kind of relative. No wonder Mu Nujiao had barely spoken. Even when he came back just now, she had remained motionless while reclining on the sofa.
"So... Sister Mu probably won't be able to go with