The next morning, a phone call from Mr. Liu brought Liu Mou over. Upon arrival, Liu Mou felt a tightness in his chest at the sight before him: rows of soldiers standing neatly, each holding a gleaming black rifle, their faces exuding solemnity.
In an instant, Liu Mou's eyes filled with envy, imagining what it would be like to stride through his village like this, resplendent and commanding, especially with a rifle that roared like a mighty lion in hand. Surely, everyone would be envious.
"Just as Liu Mou was lost in admiration of the formidable postures of the officers, a hoarse voice suddenly broke the silence, "He has arrived."
Turning his head, Liu Mou saw the butler beaming at him from the doorway, hurrying over with a smile, "Why have you just arrived now?"
"There was a little matter at home that delayed me, I hope it's not a problem," Liu Mou said, scratching his head awkwardly. Mr. Liu's butler had called that morning, and now it was already past noon.
