Chapter 3282
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The footsteps didn't stop, and they went straight to Master Wang's workshop.
Everyone looked at each other, and a trace of doubt appeared on their faces.
Who would dare to go to their master's workshop like that? Wouldn't they be punished by their master?
However, they soon forgot about it and went back to talking about fighter jets.
Feng Wu asked, "How far along are you in your research on fighter jets?"
Mo Ziming rubbed his chin. Although he liked his little fairy, he wouldn't tell her something so confidential.
Feng Wu said grumpily, "Mo Ziming, is that the board you showed Master Wang the highest level of your research?"
Mo Ziming almost choked. He suddenly felt that the success he had been so proud of was … not worth mentioning at all.
So, maybe it was just his imagination?
"Can you understand it?" Mo Ziming looked at Feng Wu in bewilderment.
Before Feng Wu could say anything, they heard the sound of a teacup falling to the ground next door.
"I, Wang Zhiheng, will never beg him even if I die!"
"Doesn't he have any idea what he did back then?"
Feng Wu and the others jumped at the sudden noise and rushed to the next door.
They heard it again before they could go out.
No one knew what the other person had said, but Master Wang was furious. He bellowed, "I, Wang Zhiheng, remember the bet we made three years ago. Do I need you to remind me? Go back and tell him that I, Wang Zhiheng, will never kneel and beg him even if I die! Get lost! "
There was the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.
Feng Wu was about to go to Master Wang's workshop when Mo Ziming stopped her at the door.
Mo Ziming's relaxed expression had never been so serious before. There was a mixture of grievance, pain, anger … all sorts of emotions on his face.
Looking over her shoulder, Feng Wu saw that the young men from rooms 4 and 5 had come out as well, and they looked indignant.
Everyone seemed to be angry.
Just then, they heard the footsteps that had come from their direction.
It wasn't one person, but a team of five.
The leader of the group was a good-looking man, but the smug look on his face ruined his looks and made him look unpleasant.
The four people behind him all had smug looks on their faces. They raised their chins arrogantly.
When they passed by the door, they saw a group of people standing at the door. The leader of the group laughed out loud.
"I was wondering who it was. So it's Master Wang's disciples?" This supercilious person cast a disdainful glance at Mo Ziming. "As Master Wang's most powerful disciple, Mo Ziming, what level of inscription are you now?"
Mo Ziming's hands were clenched into fists by his side. His eyes were red and surging with extreme anger!
The other party saw that Mo Ziming didn't answer, so he said, "I heard that you're still at the seventh level of inscription?"
At this point, the man stepped forward and adjusted Mo Ziming's clothes. He smiled and said, "Brother, I'm already at the eighth rank, and you're at the seventh rank. Tell me, why did they call you a genius before? He was obviously an idiot. Furthermore, he is following a stupid master, hahaha … "
As he spoke, he turned to leave.
The veins on Mo Ziming's forehead bulged violently!
Mo Ziming raised his hand, but his opponent had already used force to press down on Mo Ziming's hand.
"Brother, your inscription is far inferior to mine, and your strength is far inferior to mine, hahaha —"
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