Chapter 122
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He Nian didn't hear any bullets for a long time before he opened his eyes and started crying. "Third Brother, I was wrong. I was really wrong …"
Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Third Brother raise his gun again.
A bullet flew over and grazed his heel. Another bullet grazed his armpit.
He stood there, not daring to move an inch.
Mochen looked at him disdainfully. "Really?"
He Nian nodded frantically.
He was the most terrifying Third Brother he had ever seen.
Mochen asked, "Do you have any more goals?"
He Nian replied, "None!"
Mochen was shivering. "O 'Neal …"
What happened to O 'Neal?
He Nian didn't know how to react.
A few seconds later, he had an epiphany. "Internet blackout!"
Mochen looked up and took off his suit, passing it to Ji You. He took off his tie and undid the top two buttons of his shirt. He massaged his Adam's apple and asked in a low voice, "When did you get this name?"
He Nian was speechless.
What was Third Brother trying to do?
Could he not answer?
Mochen glanced sideways at He Nian. "Come and practice."
He Nian trembled when he heard his indifferent voice. He walked over and squatted down to hug Mochen's trousers. "Third Brother, I didn't mean it that way. I really didn't."
Mochen looked down at He Nian. "Then what did you mean?"
He Nian was speechless.
It seemed that any answer would be wrong!
What should he do?
Mochen said, "Be a man and stand up. It's just practice. What are you afraid of?"
He Nian was speechless.
Everyone here knew that Third Brother was one in a hundred. When Third Brother went to the army for training, he was the best and the coach was crazy with love. The higher-ups and lower-level leaders took turns to persuade Third Brother to join the army.
But Third Brother was stubborn!
Would he dare to train with Third Brother with his skills? Unless he had the Iron Head Skill!
Mochen said, "My trousers are wrinkled."
He Nian said, "Let me iron it for you."
Mochen scolded, "You're useless!"
He Nian tried to curry favor with him. "In front of Third Brother, I have always been useless."
Mochen didn't even want to look at him. "Get your dirty hands off me."
He Nian said, "Yes!"
Mochen walked to the side, lit a cigarette, and took a puff. The cigarette butt emitted sparks.
Halfway through, he stubbed out the cigarette without saying anything. He took his suit and tie from Ji You and left.
Shang Ziyang was speechless.
The Third Eldest Son taught the Fourth Eldest a lesson and left just like that?
He still didn't understand what was going on!
Fu Ziyu glanced at Mochen's back and then at He Nian before leaving as well.
Shang Ziyang was speechless.
The Third Eldest Son had left, and so had the eldest!
He looked at He Nian. "What happened to you, The Third Eldest Son? He looked very angry. "
He Nian didn't want to bother with him.
Shang Ziyang wrapped his arms around He Nian's neck and forced a cigarette into his mouth. He chuckled. "Tell me honestly, did you pee your pants just now?"
He Nian said, "Scram!"
Shang Ziyang said, "Oh yes, who is O 'Neal? What's going on? Don't tell me … "
Ji You walked over and glanced at He Nian. He said coldly, "If Young Master Shang likes the cool feeling of being a target, you can ask me. I'll tell you."
Shang Ziyang was speechless.
He glanced at Ji You. How scary!
Why was this guy so annoying?!
He hated Ji You. He hated him so much!
It was bad enough that he was usually bullied by the Third Eldest Son, but now he was being bullied by the Third Eldest Son, a senior assistant. This wasn't right!
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