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Chapter 117: Grass

The final result was obvious. Han Keer was captured and Mu Chen was driven away.

Walking on the cold street, Mu Chen had disheveled hair, a sad beard, and melancholy eyes. He looked at the endless road ahead and slowly uttered one word: "Grass!"

Mu Chen is really drunk. This place has no front and no shops. How should we go back?

After scratching his hair, Mu Chen could only continue looking in front of him, hoping to meet a passing car and give him a ride.

But wishes are always beautiful, and reality is always cruel.

After walking for a long time, I didn't even see a ghost, let alone a car, but God finally had mercy. After walking for another half an hour, a bus stop appeared.

The delivery time here is written as one bus every hour. Mu Chen sighed and began the long wait.

How could I be so unlucky to be in trouble with such a crazy young lady?

But she had some conscience and knew how to come back to save herself. Although Mu Chen felt blamed in his heart, he was still somewhat comforted. Based on this, he couldn't watch her go deep into the tiger's den!

Taking out his cell phone, Mu Chen called his brother Huang Haidong again.

"Hey, Dongzi, I need to ask you a favor!" Mu Chen opened his mouth and said.

There was some noise on the phone, as if in a busy city. Huang Haidong's careless voice came from the phone: "What's the matter! Brother Chen? Did you handle that woman last time?"

"Uh," Mu Chen said for a moment, then said, "I'm talking to you about something serious!"

"This is business!" Huang Haidong said matter-of-factly.

Mu Chen's head went dark: "I want you to help me check the Han Group in Macau. I want a detailed report, as well as the recent trends of the Han Group. I need it today. Can you get it done?"

"Brother, I'm busy! Do you think I'm a god if I need it today?" Huang Haidong complained.

"Stop talking nonsense, I don't know what you are capable of? Let alone Macau, you can find out everything about Africa even though it's thousands of miles away from the Philippines!" Mu Chen roared.

"Hehe, you have discovered this, Brother Chen, I know I am very powerful, but don't keep mentioning it. If you keep mentioning it, I will be embarrassed. When I am embarrassed, I will get excited! I am

Excited ````````''

"Stop, stop, stop!" Mu Chen's head was pounding as Huang Haidong muttered: "Send the information to my email before twelve o'clock tonight! Please!"

After saying the last sentence, Mu Chen hung up the phone as if he was avoiding the plague god.

Although his brother was very capable, he was too wordy. Mu Chen even doubted whether this guy was the reincarnation of Tang Monk. He never had a quiet time with him. If it wasn't an emergency, Mu Chen wouldn't have called.

He did.

I don’t have much power in Macau, so it’s really inconvenient to get things done.

Not long after hanging up the phone, the bus arrived. Mu Chen took the bus to a prosperous area in the city, took a taxi, and finally returned to the hotel.

This whole day was really exhausting, both physically and mentally! Mu Chen couldn't help but think of his new master. Although this old man was wretched, he did have some skills. If he had learned a lot from him, he probably wouldn't have been bullied like that by those bodyguards today.

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Thinking of this, Mu Chen secretly made up his mind to learn some real skills after returning home.

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