The contestant is too old, sister Zhou is crazy

Chapter 1004 Old Man

There was silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds, and then an old but powerful voice came: "Boy, are you finally willing to look for an old man like me? Tell me, what trouble have you run into? As long as it does not violate morality, I will definitely help you."

The corners of Xu Mo's mouth curled up in a cold arc: "Don't worry, this time, I'm enforcing justice for the heavens."

A bigger storm is brewing quietly. And Xu Mo will no longer be the passive bearer. He will take the initiative to attack and pull out those venomous snakes hiding in the dark one by one! The stage of the finals is not only a competition of glory, but also a battle of life and death!

On the media day before the LPL finals, players from all the major teams and well-known commentators and hosts gathered together. For RNG and their final opponents, this was the last large-scale public appearance before the game. As the absolute core and rising star of RNG, Xu Mo naturally became the focus of the audience.

After the media interview session, the free discussion time came. Many commentators and hosts came over, wanting to chat with this hot topic.

"Mo Shen, are you confident in the finals? What secret weapons have you prepared?" Wawa, one of the official commentators of LPL, asked with his signature hearty smile.

Xu Mo responded politely: "I definitely have confidence. As for the secret weapon, it will naturally be revealed on the field."

"Haha, Mo Shen is still so steady!" Wawa patted his shoulder.

At this time, several beautiful figures also came over. They were the LPL female commentators and hosts.

Rita, with her sweet looks and good understanding of the game, has a large number of fans. She was wearing a white dress today, looking particularly pure and charming. She walked in front of Xu Mo and said with a smile: "Mo Shen, the Captain was so amazing last time. We in the commentary booth were stunned! You must continue to carry in the finals!"

Xu Mo nodded: "I'll do my best." He had a good impression of Rita, who was professional and polite.

Another female commentator, Tong Xi, is known for her sharp analysis and unique temperament. She is wearing a smart suit today, looking intellectual and professional. She pushed her glasses on the bridge of her nose and said to Xu Mo, "Mo Shen, I have watched many of your VODs of games. Your playing style is very varied and your hero pool is bottomless. Facing a strong enemy in the final, where do you think your breakthrough will be?"

Xu Mo thought about it seriously and replied, "Every path may become a breakthrough. The key still depends on the on-the-spot BP and the status of the players. We will try our best to play to our strengths." Tong Xi's questions were very profound, and Xu Mo was happy to have a professional exchange with her.

Xi Ran, today, was wearing a light blue cheongsam top with white trousers, which perfectly set off her gentle and elegant temperament. She stood quietly aside, not rushing forward, just looking at Xu Mo with a smile. When Xu Mo's eyes met hers, she nodded gently, with encouragement and trust in her eyes.

Xu Mo also smiled in relief. After the last hot pot party and the subsequent WeChat exchanges, the relationship between the two had become closer than that of ordinary colleagues. He could feel that Xi Ran's concern for him was from the heart, without any utilitarian color, which made him feel very comfortable.

In this harmonious atmosphere, a slightly inappropriate voice interrupted.

"Oh my! Mo Shen! Mo Shen! You are really the top star in our LPL! Look at this scene, surrounded by beauties!" Zhou Shuyi was still shouting. She was wearing a T-shirt with exaggerated cartoon patterns and ripped jeans, trying to squeeze in front of Xu Mo.

As soon as she opened her mouth, the originally harmonious atmosphere suddenly became a little subtle. Rita and Tongxi subconsciously distanced themselves from her.

Xu Mo frowned slightly when he saw Zhou Shuyi. He was not very fond of this female commentator whose main style was "abstract" and "lively". He could still vividly remember the scene of her pestering him with questions during the last hotpot game.

"Sister Zhou, is there something wrong?" Xu Mo's tone was obviously colder than to others.

Zhou Shuyi seemed to be completely unaware of Xu Mo's indifference, and was still as enthusiastic as ever: "Mo Shen, the finals are about to start, are you nervous? Do you have the confidence to defeat the opponent and bring back another championship trophy for our LPL? When the time comes, I will start a live broadcast to give you rockets and shuttles!"

She spoke very loudly and with exaggerated body movements, attracting the attention of many people around her.

Xu Mo said calmly: "We will do our best." He did not appreciate this overly exaggerated "support".

Zhou Shuyi was not satisfied yet and continued, "Mr. Mo, your captain is so good at playing, is there any secret? Can you reveal even a little bit to my fans? They are all crying out for help!" As she spoke, she tried to touch Xu Mo with her elbow, trying to appear closer.

Xu Mo subconsciously moved to the side to avoid her touch, and his tone became even more distant: "There is no secret, just practice more and it will be fine."

Rita and Tongxi couldn't help laughing when they saw this scene, but they were too embarrassed to laugh out loud. They could see that Xu Mo's attitude towards Zhou Shuyi could be described as "keeping a respectful distance".

Xi Ran was standing aside, with a faint smile on her lips. She knew Xu Mo's personality and didn't like this kind of overly deliberate and noisy approach.

Zhou Shuyi seemed to have finally noticed something was wrong. She saw Xu Mo's almost expressionless face and the subtle looks from the other people around her, and her smile became a little stiff. But she was an old hand after all, so she quickly adjusted herself and tried to save her dignity by saying, "Haha! Mo Shen is Mo Shen, so cool and aloof! Okay, then I won't disturb Mo Shen from thinking about life! Good luck in the finals! I'm rooting for you!"

After that, she laughed dryly, walked aside in a sullen manner, and started chatting with other people she knew. However, she would occasionally glance at Xu Mo with a hint of reluctance and curiosity. She really couldn't understand why she couldn't catch the eye of this "Mo God" when she was so enthusiastic and proactive? Did he really only like the gentle type like Xi Ran?

After Zhou Shuyi left, the atmosphere returned to normal.

A female host named Xiaoyu was also quite popular for her lively and cheerful personality and good hosting skills. She walked up to Xu Mo and said with a smile, "Mr. Mo, don't mind. Sister Zhou is just that kind of person, carefree and not malicious." She had a good relationship with Zhou Shuyi and wanted to smooth things over for her.

Xu Mo nodded: "I know." He was not targeting Zhou Shuyi personally, he just simply didn't like the overly noisy and deliberate way of communication.

Xiaoyu chatted with Xu Mo for a few more words about their views on the finals, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

At this time, Xi Ran slowly walked to Xu Mo's side, her voice as gentle as spring rain: "God Mo, seeing you talk so much with everyone just now, do you feel a little tired?"

Xu Mo looked at her, his eyes softened a little: "It's okay, I'm used to it. But you, standing here all the time, is it tiring?"

Xiran shook her head and smiled, "It's not hard. I'm happy for you to see that you are so popular." Her smile was sincere and warm.

"Will the commentary for the finals be you and Teacher Wawa and the others?" Xu Mo asked.

"Yes, I am a partner with Teacher Wawa and Teacher Miller. We will do our best to cheer you on." Xiran said seriously.

"Thank you." Xu Mo looked into her eyes, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. He knew that no matter how much trouble and pressure there was in the outside world, Xi Ran's support was the purest and most firm.

Simple communication is worth a thousand words. The female commentators and hosts around them all smiled knowingly at the natural tacit understanding between Xu Mo and Xi Ran and the atmosphere that was difficult for others to intervene.

Rita whispered to Tong Xi: "It seems that Mo Shen really treats Sister Xi Ran differently."

Tong Xi nodded: "They are a perfect match, talented man and beautiful woman."

Even Zhou Shuyi, who was a little disappointed just now, had to admit that Xu Mo and Xi Ran standing together were indeed much more harmonious than standing with herself. She curled her lips and muttered in her heart: "Humph, what's the big deal, isn't it just a little gentle... But Xi Ran is indeed prettier than me... and more educated than me..." Thinking of this, she felt a little discouraged again.

The media day exchange time ended quickly. Before leaving, Xu Mo specifically said to Xi Ran: "After the finals, if you have time, let's have a meal together."

Xiran's eyes lit up instantly, as if filled with starlight, and she nodded vigorously: "Okay! I'll wait for you!"

Looking at Xiran's brilliant smile, Xu Mo's mood also became particularly relaxed. He knew that no matter what the result of the final was, this beautiful promise would become one of his motivations to move forward.

As for those who harbor ill intentions, Xu Mo's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness. He has made preparations. Whether it is the competition on the field or the undercurrent under the field, he will deal with it one by one, using his strength and wisdom to defend the glory of himself and his team, and... protect those he cares about.

After the excitement of the media day, there were only three days left until the LPL finals. The atmosphere at the RNG base was tense and focused, with everyone devoted to the final preparations.

Xu Mo's life seemed to have returned to normal, with intense training during the day, reviewing and studying at night, and discussing tactics with his teammates. But he knew that beneath the calm surface of the lake, there were undercurrents.

The mysterious phone call never came again, as if it was just a bad joke. But Xu Mo knew that the other party would never give up. The "one day to consider" they gave had long passed, which meant that the other party might take more drastic actions at any time.

The next evening, Xu Mo received an encrypted email from the sender, who was none other than "Lao Gui".

The content of the email is very concise:

"Boy, the person you want to investigate has a complicated background. Initially, they point to an overseas gray organization called 'Panlonghui', whose business covers Southeast Asia and involves illegal gambling, underground banks, etc. In this LPL finals, they invested a huge amount of money in the outside odds, betting on your opponent to win. You are their biggest thorn in the eye."

"The 'things' you mentioned have been prepared according to your request and are placed in the usual place. Go pick them up. They contain: three micro-trackers, five button-type eavesdroppers, a special fountain pen (with a mechanism inside, do not use it unless absolutely necessary), and a preliminary report on the recent activities of the 'Panlong Society' in the local area. The venue for the finals will be full of people, so be careful."

"Also, your female host friend seems to have been targeted as well. My people have observed suspicious people lingering near her apartment. They have been initially driven away, but you still need to be vigilant."

After reading the email, Xu Mo's eyes became colder. "Panlong Society..." He silently recited the name. Sure enough, driven by huge interests, these people can do anything.

What made him even more furious was that the other party actually set his sights on Xiran!

"Looking for death!" Xu Mo's fists were clenched so hard that they made a creaking sound.

That night, he left the base under the pretext of going out to buy supper. Following the instructions in Lao Gui's email, he found an inconspicuous toolbox in a hidden corner of an abandoned factory. Inside was the "things" that Lao Gui mentioned.

The specially made fountain pen was slightly heavy in the hand, and the body of the pen was engraved with fine dark patterns, exuding a sharp aura. Xu Mo knew that this was definitely not an ordinary product.

He quickly brought the items back to the base and carefully checked them in his room. The micro-trackers and eavesdroppers were extremely small and concealed, and the information about the "Panlong Society" revealed some of the organization's local bases and common contacts.

During the break in training the next day, Xu Mo quietly hid a micro tracker on the inside of a hairpin that Xi Ran often used. He wanted to remind Xi Ran to be careful, but he was afraid of alerting her and causing her to panic. At present, it seems that protecting her secretly is a better choice.

As for his teammates, he took advantage of the evening review to install eavesdropping devices in several hidden corners of the training room, and reminded everyone to be extra careful when going in and out recently and to act as a group as much as possible.

Although Uzi and the others didn't know what exactly happened, seeing Xu Mo taking it so seriously, they realized that things might not be simple, and they all said they would pay attention.

"Mozi, are you in big trouble? Tell your brothers, we'll handle it together!" Uzi said, patting his chest.

Xu Mo felt warm in his heart and said with a smile: "Don't worry, they are just some clowns. They won't affect our finals. Everyone should adjust their mentality. The championship is the most important thing."

The night before the final.

Xu Mo tossed and turned. Not only did he have to consider the BP and tactics on the field, but he also had to beware of the cold arrows from the dark. He read the information given by Lao Gui over and over again, trying to find out the possible time and method of the opponent's attack.

"There are many people and tight security at the finals. It will be very difficult for them to take action directly in the arena. Unless... there is an insider." Xu Mo pondered.

"Or will they be on our way to and from the game, or during the post-game celebration?"

He dared not take it lightly. (End of this chapter)