Transmigrated into a female-oriented novel, and put an end to the domineering CEOs all over the city

In the countryside, there is an unremarkable-looking manor.

The study is located on the fourth floor of the main building.

Mo Yan stood quietly in front of the huge French windows, gazing at the only rural road leading to the manor outside, the bright white light of the streetlights shining on the deserted road.

Thirty minutes have passed since he made the call.

Not only was Chu Jin not brought back, but none of the subordinates who went out on missions returned to report.

His plan was perfect, the process was extremely standardized, each step was handled by a dedicated person, and every link was repeatedly deduced and refined by him.

This is a perfect kidnapping chain that he meticulously constructed over several years, with a huge investment of money, and by combining his extensive counter-surveillance experience accumulated overseas.

This is a kidnapping plan that only a perfect criminal with the highest IQ could devise.

Mo Yan took his phone out of his pocket, glanced at the time displayed on the screen, and then put it back without expression.

His brows furrowed slightly.

This perfect plan should be flawless, so... could it be a problem with the execution of the subordinates' work?

It seems this group of people needs to be replaced; their efficiency is getting worse and worse, and they're becoming increasingly useless.

If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have been greedy for cheap and large quantities when selecting manpower in Southeast Asia back then. I should have insisted on those retired special forces soldiers who demanded higher prices.

A dog that can't get anything done is useless; it only wastes dog food.

With that thought in mind, he gracefully straightened his suit cuffs and walked to the large mahogany desk.

Then, he picked up the red wine that had been pre-decanted in the decanter on the table and poured himself a small glass.

He picked up his wine glass, walked back to the window, sipped it slowly, and waited patiently.

Five minutes later.

Mo Yan began to pace back and forth in the study with some anxiety.

He certainly wouldn't proactively call to urge them, because that's something only impatient, low-level managers would do.

A person who truly has control over the overall situation should never allow themselves to appear impatient.

Even if he were alone in the study at that moment, he would never allow himself to show the slightest sign of losing his composure.

Another five minutes passed.

Forget about his subordinates calling to report on the situation; he couldn't resist trying to contact them just now... only to find that he couldn't reach them anymore.

Mo Yan leaned against the edge of his desk, his narrow phoenix eyes behind his glasses slightly narrowed.

something wrong.

His chain may have been broken in the middle, but it's more likely that his entire team was wiped out.

"Interesting..." Mo Yan muttered to himself, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Lu Jingxiu... I think I underestimated your power."

Looking back, Lu Jingxiu's attitude today was indeed more forceful than he had anticipated.

In retrospect, this tough stance was not an emotional act of resistance, but rather a result of his having a backup plan.

Clearly, Lu Jingxiu had a slight advantage in tonight's meticulously planned match.

His men have probably all been wiped out.

The fact that Lu Jingxiu was able to prevent his men from even sending a distress signal indicates that he had mobilized a considerable level of power, and may even have had a pre-planned scheme.

Mo Yan's smile deepened slightly.

A stimulating sensation, making his blood flow slightly faster, quietly rose from the bottom of his heart—a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time.

He encountered an equal prey, an opponent who could make him take things seriously.

This intriguing prey filled him with both excitement and trepidation.

Lu Jingxiu, you are really great.

With that thought in mind, Mo Yan no longer hesitated. He turned off his phone and gently placed it on the desk.

Then, without glancing out the window again, he turned and walked straight out of the study and downstairs.

He didn't drive any of the cars in the garage, but simply walked quickly through the back garden, left through the back gate of the estate, and stepped into the wilderness outside the estate.

The night was deep as he walked briskly along the country road.

After walking about two kilometers, he disappeared into a dense thicket of bushes.

Parting the layers of branches and leaves, an abandoned rural warehouse came into view.

With red tiles and white walls, the paint is peeling off and covered with various plants, making it look like an old building constructed decades ago.

Mo Yan walked to the rusty iron gate of the warehouse, took out a key from his pocket, inserted it into the lock, and turned it gently.

The warehouse was empty and covered in dust, except for a regular white SUV parked in the very center.

This car, from its license plate to its engine number, is all fake; no real information about it can be found.

Only Mo Yan himself knows the location of this warehouse and the existence of this vehicle.

Because this was one of the backup plans he had prepared for himself.

Inside the car were his pre-prepared identity information, passport, bank cards, and enough cash to allow him to live in anonymity for a long time.

Next, he would drive to a secret border crossing and then leave the country.

When he's abroad, he seeks out top-tier plastic surgeons to make minor adjustments to his face.

By simply changing a few key features, it is enough to create a sense of ambiguity even for those who know him best.

Then, he will adopt a completely new identity, lie low for a while, and then come back to have some fun with Lu Jingxiu.

A moment later, the sound of the accelerator was heard, and the SUV rushed out of the bushes, leaving countless scratches on the paint, but Mo Yan didn't care at all.

This vehicle was originally intended for single use.

The car sped onto a country road, heading away from the city.

The scenery outside the car window rushed past. Mo Yan held the steering wheel with one hand and gently pushed up his glasses with the other.

"You won tonight, Lu Jingxiu. I'll give you the spoils as a gift."

A slight, indulgent smile appeared on his lips.

"But you know, the best way to eat a plate of curry rice is to let it cool down."

"Only when the temperature drops will every grain of rice, every piece of meat, and every drop of curry sauce be truly flavorful."

"See you next time."

……

Less than ten minutes after Mo Yan left, two police cars with flashing lights arrived at the empty manor gate.

The car door opened, and six police officers dressed in light blue summer uniforms got out.

"Captain Lin, is Mo Yan really hiding here?" A young male police officer looked around the dark manor in front of him.

This place is scarier than a horror movie, even at night.

Lin Yutang nodded: "Based on the information I found, Mo Yan is here."

Her face flushed slightly as she said this, but it wasn't noticeable in the darkness.

Because she was actually lying. The reason she knew that Mo Yan's manor was here was entirely because the vegetable vendor casually mentioned it to her when she was buying groceries.

The older woman told her that there was a manor next to their village, and a young man lived there who seemed to really like curry rice.

The potatoes and carrots that person used to make curry rice were all bought from her.

Moreover, they always buy as much as they can without ever haggling, as if they have a bottomless pit of curry rice in their house.

Later, as soon as she said this, the word spread like wildfire, and the entire village switched to growing potatoes and carrots.

As more people planted the crop, the young man only bought half of it, and the rest they had to painstakingly haul to the city to sell.

The older woman sighed at the end, saying that young people these days have such rapidly changing tastes.

Lin Yutang's heart stirred, and she wrote down this information that almost named names.

A young man who loves curry rice, lives in a remote manor, and is mysterious and wealthy—isn't that Mo Yan?

After she got back, she looked through a lot of information and became more and more convinced that this was the right location.

She then immediately reported the situation to the squadron leader, Gao Shan.

However, Mo Yan was not yet on the wanted list at that time, so after hearing Lin Yutang's report, Captain Gao hesitated for a long time.

Without solid evidence, why would you search someone's private estate?

Isn't this a bit too frivolous? It'll have a bad impact if this gets out; we don't want people to complain later.

Just as he was racking his brains and deciding to trust Lin Yutang, the legendary police officer with the highest case-solving rate in the East Suburbs Branch, he suddenly received an order from the East Suburbs Branch Command Center: something had happened at the Huang Family Manor, and all police forces were to rush to the scene immediately.

He had no choice but to put the matter of the Moyan Manor aside for the time being and lead a team to provide support to the Huang Family Manor.

Once things settled down at the Huang Family Manor and the Municipal Bureau reported Mo Yan's situation, Captain Gao slapped his thigh in disbelief.

Holy crap! Mo Yan was actually the mastermind behind tonight's kidnapping?! That brat Lin Yutang, she wasn't just taking a chance, she's got supernatural powers! I should have listened to her!

So, without stopping, he led his men to this godforsaken manor.

There was no one at the manor's large iron gate. Captain Gao turned on his body camera, led the group forward, and then began ringing the doorbell.