As time went by, the sky gradually brightened.
Ding Jing and Su Bei kept making small talk.
Their aim was probably to make time pass a little quicker.
Mo Shangjun listened to their chatter and stayed quite calm.
Even if they were just speculating without results, and even if Ya Tianxing had really lost his memory or gone foolish, it was still better than Ya Tianxing being buried in an unknown corner.
No matter the situation, this wasn't the worst outcome.
Thinking this way, it's only natural to calm down.
At six o'clock sharp, Bu Yirong connected the satellite phone, but this time, it was directly for Mo Shangjun to contact DARK.
The person Mo Shangjun was in touch with wasn't Pei Linyuan, but the person responsible for Mo Shangjun's request this time. They had spoken once before, so Mo Shangjun kind of knew him.
"We tried to approach him yesterday, but he ignored us. In the village, it's not convenient to be too blatant, so we didn't take any forcible actions."
