Nan Juefeng and the others were dumbfounded. How could they fly out like this and... fall to death?!
Admiring Fan Tieqing's handsome face, which contained too much dark aura of death, he stared at the remaining four people expressionlessly and asked: "Go down by yourself, or... should I help you?!"
After the tragic demonstration by Tianhu and Tianbao, it is obvious that everyone chooses to dance on their own.
After all, they have received special training and know how to land in a posture so as not to fall...
Nan Juefeng was squatting half-crouched at the cabin door, and when he was about to jump, he turned around, glared viciously at Yang Mufan, who was looking relaxed, and said through gritted teeth: "Yang Mufan, you tyrant!"
Seeing that Yang Mufan was about to pounce on him and beat him, he let out a "whoop" and jumped down handsomely.
Wei Yutian jumped down immediately after Nan Juefeng. Before taking action, he also said his "death words": "Second brother, you are too cruel!!"
Then there is Sirius.
Originally he wanted to say something, but as soon as he turned around, he was frightened by Yang Mufan's sinister gaze and his whole body trembled. The words that came to his throat were swallowed alive by him...
When it was Zhuo Qingcheng's turn, he stood crouched at the cabin door, holding it tightly, and said with tears in his face: "Second brother, I really have bone hyperplasia. If I jump, I will die. If I die,
, who will help you run the company in the future?! Can you still find an assistant as capable as me in this world?! The answer is: Absolutely not!!"
"Jump down!!" Yang Mufan didn't care what he was saying and just emphasized in a cold voice.
Zhuo Qingcheng was still making his last desperate struggle: "Second brother, can you not jump?! How about this, I will work for you for free for a year, and you will work hard and do whatever you want?!"
His monthly salary is three million, plus bonuses, year-end bonuses, etc., it amounts to tens of millions a year.
As a result, Yang Mufan said in an outrageous coldness: "I only counted three times, one, two, three..."
"Three", as soon as it fell, Zhuo Qingcheng felt a force of gravity, kicking him hard on the back.
He was just like that... kicked out of the helicopter by Yang Mufan.
On the way to land, he screamed repeatedly, and then roared with indignation, hovering, echoing, and rising in the forest for a long time.
He howled angrily: "Tyrant, damn you, you are too cruel——"
Compared to Nan Juefeng and the others who were timid and weak, Yang Mufan stood at the door of the cabin with a dashing posture and extremely majestic appearance.
The fierce wind blew his flowing black short hair, dancing to his heart's content.
From a distance of ten meters, he stared coldly at the six men who had fallen on the muddy grass and were still lying on the ground pretending to be corpses. He curled his lips evilly, and then...he jumped down,
After a few agile and graceful tumblings, he landed calmly and perfectly.
The moment his black leather shoes hit the ground, the muddy water sucked into the grass flew out and splashed on his shiny black leather boots.
The leather boots, which were also stained with mud, were completely different from those worn by Nan Juefeng and the others. Instead of being a bit embarrassed, they had a kind of arrogance, arrogance, and wickedness that belonged to the emperor...
Yang Mufan glanced at the few people lying motionless on the grass, and coldly issued another order: "The door of death is officially opened. If you don't want to die, you'd better be more alert and smart -"
