A Real Man Isn’t Afraid of a Little Demon

    Eye.

    Uncle Wu was about to explain, but Zhou Mu stood up from the sofa and patted Yu Chu on the shoulder: "It's an old rule, we have to search our body every time we check the room, just like Uncle Wu As I said, just go through a procedure." After speaking, he walked up to several thugs and spread his arms.

    A thug began to dig something out of his trouser pocket and put the lighter, cigarette and wallet on the shoe cabinet in the entrance. When he took out the phone, Uncle Wu took it and turned it over and over by pressing the bright screen. Then, he took out a small metal instrument from his arms and scanned the phone up and down. After confirming that there was nothing abnormal, he handed it back to Zhou Mu.

      Pat the chest and back, etc.

    "It's okay if you touch him, but don't touch me." Yu Chu looked at the action of the thug and squeezed his clothes.

    "Second son, this is not touching—"

    "I don't want to check like this, I really don't like being patted around like this." Yu Chu frowned, with resistance written all over his face, "If it doesn't work, go tell my dad, I went to his office and asked him to personally check me, anyway, don't let anyone search me."

      Seeing that the thug was still persuading Yu Chu, he waved his hand impatiently: "It's alright, that's it."

    He turned to open the door, only to find that one hand grasped the door handle faster than him.

    At the same time as Zhou Mu twisted the door handle, the little finger hidden under the palm of his hand hooked up, gently flipped the anti-lock key, and opened the door.

    "Uncle Wu walk slowly." He said with a bit of attentiveness.

    When Uncle Wu and his party left, Zhou Mu closed the door. He slowly turned around and looked at Yu Chu on the sofa, his eyes were deep, his expression dark and difficult to tell.

    "I saved you once." Yu Chu raised her small chin and looked arrogant.

    Then stretched out her right hand, and in the palm of it lay a black metal object, only half the size of a cigarette case, with a button-sized earplug attached, which looked like some kind of communication tool.

    When the thugs were searching the bathroom and bedroom just now, he pretended to tidy the carpet, and went to the balcony for a walk, touched this thing on the top of the locker, and hid it in his pocket.

    "The communicator you use to communicate with the outside world secretly?" Yu Chu tossed the communicator in his palm.

    Zhou Mu walked to the small bar, took out the hot milk in the microwave, and asked nonsense: "Do you know where I put it?"

    Yu Chu raised her eyebrows proudly: "I'm not a fool, I heard Yu Shiqing tell that Abang tonight that all the mobile phones on the island have been installed with monitoring devices, so I will I know that when you were talking to your nephew on the balcony, you must have used another communication tool, and it just happened to be hidden on the balcony."

    Zhou Mu cut two oranges and threw them into the juicer, pressed the switch, but without making a sound, Yu Chu stretched his voice again: "Really? Inside...ghost..."

    The author has something to say:  There are red packets dropped in the comments, thank you little angel.