As Mojun's car approached the bar at night, he suddenly received a phone call.

He saw the number move slightly and slowly put the phone to his ear.

"The man is very cautious. He doesn't know what the real face is. He always shows people with a false face. Others, he refuses to say, and he can't ask anything."

Mojun smiled coldly at night. "That's more challenging, isn't it?"

"Trouble."

"So, are you willing?"

"Of course not."

Mojun's eyebrows were slightly provoked at night, and in a moment he gave off a fierce momentum, like the king of the night, with his lips slightly raised, "Just my heart."

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