Too Bad I Take Thing Chapter 3 Mr. Li, did you betray me?

Chapter 3: Chapter 3 Mr. Li, did you betray ?

As long as he had heard a voice before, he could change his own to mimic and disguise it, comparable to a top-tier voice changer.

"Ding! Host, please complete the prerequisite task as soon as possible to unlock more system features!"

"Please note: the task execution will be settled based on the completion level. The higher the completion, the more generous the reward!"

The system’s chanical voice followed. Qin Mu gradually ca to his senses. He looked at Zhang Qingyuan, who was full of expectation and extrely anxious.

"Xiao Qin, can... can you help

make a transfer?" Zhang Qingyuan urged him again, seeing him staring blankly.

The system panel that had just appeared... seed visible only to him.

"Okay, hurry up with the transfer."

"Once the money is transferred, your son will be back within seven working days."

A middle-aged man’s voice ca through the old cell phone, lacking its previous depth and solidity, now tinged with urgency. He was about to hang up soon after.

anwhile, Qin Mu took a deep breath and took the old cell phone from Zhang Qingyuan’s hand. He secretly used the voice mimicry skill.

He sighed softly, "Forget it, no more pretending, let’s be upfront."

"I didn’t expect an old man like , who hid so deeply, to still be discovered by you."

The mont he spoke, everyone in the courtyard, including Zhang Qingyuan and the other elders, was stunned. They all stared at Qin Mu in disbelief because the voice Qin Mu had just used was uncannily similar to Zhang Qingyuan’s. No, to be precise, if they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, they would have sworn Old Zhang was speaking! Moreover, this sigh carried an indescribable complex emotion.

"What did you say?"

On the old cell phone, the middle-aged man was also taken aback. He quickly recovered and said solemnly, "We are from the city’s criminal investigation special task force. The investigation is concluded, and your son is indeed not involved in this case."

"Transfer one hundred thousand yuan for the unfreezing of assets. Your son will be released within seven working days after we receive it."

"Of course, if you don’t want to see your son, you can choose not to transfer the money."

With that, he made a move to hang up the phone.

These few words made Zhang Qingyuan anxious again. He quickly tried to speak but was silenced by a gesture from Qin Mu.

"My son?"

"That good-for-nothing? Just keep him."

The aged voice echoed again from Qin Mu’s mouth, identical to Zhang Qingyuan’s. Only, the words carried a hint of defiance and indifference.

This scene once again startled Zhang Qingyuan and the others. They stared at Qin Mu, their expressions utterly incredulous. This ti, they all saw clearly that it was Qin Mu who had spoken.

"Did you arrest him for the thirteen murders committed this year?"

After a brief pause, the next words from Qin Mu made Zhang Qingyuan and the others’ eyes widen in fear. They hardly dared to breathe heavily.

"No?"

"Then it appears the cris from past years have caught up with him."

"I’ve told him before to be clean in his dealings. After all these decades, he still hasn’t improved."

Qin Mu held the old cell phone and continued to "talk to himself" using Zhang Qingyuan’s phone, spouting shockingly terrifying words.

Zhang Qingyuan and the other elders listened, and couldn’t help but swallow nervously. Especially Zhang Qingyuan. He blinked, his face full of confusion.

His son... when did he get accused of thirteen murders?

"What... what did you say?!"

After a few seconds of stunned silence from the other end of the old-fashioned phone, the middle-aged man’s voice ca through again, sternly warning, "I’m warning you! This is the special task force, you’ll be held accountable for your words!"

"Our conversation is being recorded the entire ti!"

"Are you sure Zhang Tianmin is also responsible for thirteen murders?"

Qin Mu held the phone. Listening to the sowhat panicked voice of the middle-aged man, his lips slowly curled up. The other party was just a regular scamr. Suddenly hearing that the scam target’s son had committed thirteen murders, he certainly couldn’t remain calm.

Then, he struck while the iron was hot, continuing to mimic Zhang Qingyuan’s voice.

He replied coldly, "Don’t play dumb. You’re calling to test , aren’t you?"

"If he hadn’t committed any cris, why would you arrest him?"

His voice was very cold. It didn’t sound at all like a typical old man in a nursing ho.

"Rest assured, since he fell into your hands, I accept it!"

"But, how did you catch him? And how did you get my phone number? Could it be..."

"You’ve already planted an informant close to ?"

Saying this, Qin Mu’s elderly voice carried a hint of madness and a chilling murderous intent.

He paused for three seconds, made a turning motion, and turned to an old man beside Zhang Qingyuan, saying coldly, "Mr. Li, was it you who betrayed ?"

Beside Zhang Qingyuan, Li Weiguo, an innocent eighty-two-year-old, blinked, completely baffled. Just as he was about to say sothing, he heard Qin Mu interject, "I—I—it... it wasn’t ..."

The voice... was exactly like his own! It was full of the panic and confusion of soone exposed.

"Not you?"

Imdiately following, Qin Mu spoke again, this ti clearly in Zhang Qingyuan’s voice. The weathered voice suppressed anger and murderous intent.

"Last month’s plane ticket, I rember you were the one who purchased it for Tianmin."

"His whereabouts were known only by you within the gang."

"My private phone number is known to no more than three people, and you are one of them."

"What more do you have to say now?"

A series of rhetorical questions pushed the atmosphere to its peak, perfectly resembling a scene of interrogating a traitor. This mont once again stunned Zhang Qingyuan, Li Weiguo, and the others.

"B-Big... Big Bro... R-really... it wasn’t ..."

The next second, Qin Mu switched seamlessly, adopting Li Weiguo’s panicked voice. It was filled with indescribable terror and trembled slightly.

BANG!

A sharply piercing gunshot suddenly sounded.

The frightened voice of "Li Weiguo" abruptly stopped as he heavily fell to the ground.

"Clean up the blood, drag the body out, put it in an oil drum, fill it with cent, and sink it in the sea," the elderly "Zhang Qingyuan’s" voice issued again from Qin Mu’s mouth. The procedure was skillfully done. It was clearly not his first ti doing this sort of thing. Moreover, the tone was indifferent, filled with disregard for life.

"Yes."

Finally, to conclude, Qin Mu also mimicked the unified voices of a dozen young n speaking in unison. This was also where this skill shone. Any voices he had heard before, he could easily mimic. The gunshot, likely heard from a movie, and the chorus of voices were all mimicked perfectly. There was absolutely no difference from the real thing!