"We don't need to fill in the hole ourselves. Someone will dig one for us, and then the excavator will fill up the hole we dug," Shadow said, tongue-twistingly.
"Wait, slow down." Mirai found Shadow's speed impossible to follow.
"I don't need to slow down. Someone will explain it for me—right now!"
Just then, Mirai's phone suddenly rang.
This phone used a signal acquired by "Black Shadow," allowing Muran to access foreign satellites. No one else could trace it, and ordinary people could not find Muran's number either.
Mirai looked at the phone, then at Shadow, his heart full of suspicion as he answered.
"Hello, who is this?" Mirai asked coldly. This was how he treated outsiders.
"Colonel Mo, I have long admired your great name."
"Tell me who you are first. I'm still considering whether to accept your admiration." Mirai got straight to the point.
"My admiration is absolutely unconditional," the other party said humbly. "I am Zhong Fa Bo, chairman of Bell Tripod Group."
"Did you start out playing mahjong?"
"Colonel Mo is joking."
"Since you aren't, why are you playing tricks?" If Mo Yan were here, he would definitely have said so.
"It wasn't me. I merely caught someone who wanted to do it." Zhong Fa Bo replied sharply.
"Then you truly are a dutiful lotus officer!" Mirai sneered.
"I think Colonel Mo has misunderstood me. But it doesn't matter. I came to turn war into peace."
"What suggestion does President Bo have?"
"9 PM the night after tomorrow, at Clear Water Manor. I would like to speak with my younger brother face-to-face. Would that be alright?" Zhong Fa Bo spoke politely.
"Mr. Bai, do you think I'd attend a Hongmen Banquet?"
"Colonel Mo, since you know it's a Hongmen Banquet, why wouldn't you come?"
"Fine. Nine