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Don't Be Reckless and Dig Your Own Grave

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

A call from country M was made to a place in City C, and because it was a shielded phone, the number was displayed as a series of garbled symbols.

The phone rang for a long time. A man with a buzzcut was holding the phone. He glanced at another man who was sitting smoking on the sofa. Noticing that he didn't intend to answer the phone, the buzzcut man didn't dare to make a move.

It wasn't until a young man on the technical team reported the address of the incoming call that the man on the sofa answered it.

As soon as the phone was answered, a woman's mocking voice came from the other end, "Since you're so wary even about answering a phone call, it seems as if life hasn't been too easy for you the past few days."

"You got it." The man's gloomy voice sounded. Amid the smoke swirling from his cigarette, there was an indescribable magnetic deepness to it.