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Chapter 753 - 717: The Big Finale of The Green Revenge Story_1

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At Mr. Green's strong insistence, Gu Mian bound Renle Mountain and Little Saint Qi Tian, together with Red Raincoat, with ropes and dragged them back to the apartment.

Renle Mountain and Little Saint Qi Tian had tried to resist when they were subdued, but they eventually surrendered under the intimidating power of Gu Mian's chainsaw.

After all, a chainsaw is a blind tool. It's a common occurrence for it to saw off a resisting arm or leg.

The main issue was that 007 seemed to have a score to settle with Renle Mountain.

The age difference between the two could accommodate an entire Fatty. With such a large age difference, they shouldn't have intersected at all. Gu Mian speculated that Renle Mountain might have some connection to 007's parents, so he decided to tie him up and let 007 interrogate him thoroughly.

Soon, Gu Mian was dragging the three bound individuals back to the apartment.

Fatty considerately covered all three captives' heads with black plastic bags, making two holes in the back of each for them to breathe, to prevent them from finding out where they lived.

"I remember there's a dilapidated room without windows on the far left of the first floor, used for storage. Fatty, throw them in there and lock it," Gu Mian said, tossing the three onto the first-floor landing. He then instructed, "Find a few more ropes in that room and tie them up even more securely. Don't let anyone escape. When you come out, use a large padlock to lock the door."

Fatty patted his half-soaked chest. "Leave it to me, Doctor. You can rest assured."

"Sir, please let us go... We swear we will never engage in illegal activities again! Please, let us go!" Little Saint Qi Tian, still on the ground, tried to struggle, begging Gu Mian for release.

By this point, Fatty had already begun dragging them towards the storage room on the left, and Little Saint Qi Tian's voice gradually faded into the distance.

Only then did Gu Mian turn his attention to 007, who had been following him all along. "Is your feud with that Renle Mountain severe?"

That man doesn't look easy to deal with; his slick talking could easily manipulate anyone.

007's gaze passed Gu Mian and landed on Fatty's departing figure. "He has some connections with my parents. I wouldn't say it's a feud, exactly, but he certainly hasn't done anything good."

She turned her gaze back to Gu Mian. "I told you before about our family's bankruptcy, didn't I? We used to be his creditors, but after the bankruptcy, he became ours.

"The details of what happened in between aren't worth mentioning. A while ago, I finally managed to find my way back home, but it was too late. After many inquiries, I finally found an acquaintance who told me Renle Mountain was the last person to see my parents.

"I wanted to find him to clarify some things, but by then, Renle Mountain had already left that city. I couldn't find him. I never expected to run into him here."

After pausing for a few seconds, 007 thanked Gu Mian. "Thank you."

She knew Gu Mian had no real obligation to bring Renle Mountain and the others back; he had done it to make it easier for her to question them.

"Doctor!" Fatty interrupted, having locked the captives in the storage room. He came jogging back, water dripping from his soaked clothes, leaving a trail on the floor. "The storage room only has one door lock, which isn't reliable. I'll go to our room, find some tools, and hammer a couple of large iron hooks into the wall and door. Then I'll fasten an iron chain. That way, they definitely won't be able to escape."

No sooner said than done, Fatty turned and headed upstairs to find the large iron hooks and a hammer. Before leaving, he kindly handed the storage room key to 007, assuring her, "I tied them up really tight, so rest assured!"

At this point, Gu Mian noticed Mr. Green, who was holding a cardboard box, trying to sneak away. He stepped forward and grabbed Mr. Green's turban.

Mr. Green cherished his green turban and, terrified Gu Mian might ruin it, froze on the spot, not daring to move.

Gu Mian reached out and took the mobile phone that was sitting on top of the items in the box.

This must be the phone Mr. Green used to communicate with the NPCs inside the instance. It looked unremarkable and didn't even have a keypad or screen that could be opened. The intruders probably thought it was a regular phone, so they left it in the box without selling it. πšπ—Ώπ—²πžπ°πšŽπ•“π§πš˜π˜ƒπ—²π₯.πœπš˜π•ž

The booklet with the NPC contact information is in my room, Gu Mian thought as he walked towards the stairs.

Mr. Green trailed behind him, furious but unable to speak, torn between wanting to lambast Gu Mian for bullying the weak and fearing that Gu Mian would continue his bullying and take away everything else he had left.

Gu Mian quickly returned to his room and found the small booklet containing the NPC contact information.

As soon as he opened it, the first thing that caught his eye was: "Fixed the BUG where player clothing would be eliminated during gameplay."

Oh, right, this is the booklet I snatched from that game programmer. The first few pages are all bug fix records for the minigame.

Gu Mian quickly flipped through the pages and soon found the one with the contact details.

[Game City Rabbit Puppet 18889656]

[Game City Gold Store Manager 18882321]

[Carnival Wharf Recruitment: Jisan 18887250]

Zhao Tiankuo only gave these three contacts. It's been a while since he worked at the Carnival Wharf. I wonder if these NPCs have changed their numbers? Gu Mian mused.

He didn't immediately call any of the numbers; he needed to prepare first.

Phone calls aren't face-to-face interactions. I can't just put the Saw on their shoulder to force them to provide information. It's better to create a fake identity before calling these NPCs. If I called and my first words were, "Hello, this is Gu Mian," they'd probably hang up immediately, turn off their phone, and smash it.

Making up lies is a job for Chu Changge, Gu Mian thought, looking around. He couldn't see Chu Changge anywhere, only Fatty, who was bent over, rummaging for a hammer.

"Fatty, did you see Chu Changge when you came back up?" Gu Mian inquired.

Only then did Fatty straighten up. "When I came up, Brother Chu wasn't in the room. Did he go outside?"

It was still pouring rain outside. A flash of lightning suddenly lit up the sky, dazzling Fatty's eyes.

"That can't be right. With such heavy rain, how desperate would Brother Chu have to be to go wandering outside? I guess he might have gone to find someone else in the building. Otherwise, Doctor, you could ask Miss Xiao Qiao and the others if they've seen Brother Chu," Fatty said, then bent over again, continuing his search for tools.

No need to go through all that trouble. I have Chu Changge as a friend; I can just message him directly, Gu Mian thought.

Just as he opened his friends panel, he heard footsteps at the doorway.

Turning his head, he saw Chu Changge standing there, holding a dripping umbrella. His clothes were also slightly damp; he looked like he had just returned from outside.

Fatty, who had just found his tools, also straightened up and looked towards the entrance, asking in surprise, "Brother Chu, where did you go in such heavy rain?"

Chu Changge walked in, patting his clothes. "I went to follow Xie Bi'an."

Just like Chu Changge, announcing he'd been following someone with a completely straight face, as if he were merely commenting on the weather.

Gu Mian knew Chu Changge had always disliked Xie Bi'an, but he hadn't expected him to go as far as following him. Come to think of it, Chu Changge had indeed been elusive lately. He must have been following Xie Bi'an all along.

Speaking of Xie Bi'an, he's also from Paradise. If we have to enter Paradise World, he should be familiar with the way.

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