"I will definitely become as strong as you." Chu Haoze paused for a while, and then said resolutely: "No, I am stronger than you."
"Okay, I'll wait for that day." Zhang Wendong said with a pleased expression.
Before Mo Fan had time to express his rare tenderness, he saw him throw him over his shoulder and neatly threw Chu Haoze to the ground again.
"Come here." Zhang Wendong looked at Mo Fan, who had been watching the excitement, and waved to him.
Mo Fan quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at him, wishing he could hide his head in his armpit.
Zhang Wendong said sternly: "If you want to stay in the Security Bureau, you must be able to fight alone, not just watch the excitement."
Mo Fan drooped his head, his face full of reluctance. His legs seemed to be glued to the floor, and every step he took was extremely slow.
Zhang Wendong raised his eyebrows and urged: "Hurry up!" Mo Fan shivered with fright, and then trotted to stand in front of him.
Ten minutes later, Mo Fan was beaten to the ground for the thirteenth time. He covered his arms, grinned in pain, and howled so hard that the whole building could hear him. "I won't fight if I don't fight! You are training me,
You still treat me as a free human punching bag."
"I've never seen a human punching bag that reacts so quickly. There were a few times when I didn't even touch you with my fist, and you were lying on the ground crying and howling. You touch porcelain." Zhang Wendong looked at him speechlessly and leaned over.
He grabbed his collar. "Get up, Xiao Chu is several years younger than you, and he is stronger and braver than you. Do you want to embarrass Deputy Liu?"
"That's right, my teacher is Deputy Liu. Why am I following Chu Haoze here and being beaten by you?" Mo Fan looked like he had just woken up from a dream. He rolled and crawled towards the door, trying to get away quickly.
Zhang Wendong.
"I heard you yelling when I was downstairs. If I didn't know, I thought our security bureau was abusing you." Liu Weike appeared at the door at this time. She grabbed Mo Fan's arm and dragged him back to training.
room.
"This is abuse! Look here, and here." Mo Fan complained aggrievedly, pointing to his slightly red cheeks and a little red and swollen spot on his elbow.
Zhang Wendong explained: "I didn't hit his arm, it was because he couldn't stand firm when he ran away and fell on his back."
"Can you have some potential? Look at Chu Haoze, who is so young and doesn't complain about pain or tiredness. You can't imitate others. Don't embarrass your teacher." Liu Weike patted his head gently.
, said with sincerity.
"You still have the nerve to say that you are so busy all day long that I have to go to someone else's place to take classes. You are not a responsible teacher at all." Mo Fan couldn't help blowing his beard and glaring.
"Okay, then I will train you and see how qualified you are." Liu Weike has already set up his posture, while Mo Fan has a sad face and steps back a few meters away. "I am here today.
The amount of training has reached the standard. Everything must be done step by step and not in a hurry. You should teach me another day." After saying that, Mo Fan greased the soles of his feet.
Liu Weike didn't chase him, but shook his head helplessly and said, "This kid can't fight, but he can run faster than anyone else."
Mo Fan's figure quickly disappeared without a trace. Zhang Wendong looked in the direction where he left and said: "With his carelessness, can he pass the preliminary examination of the Peiying Project? I think he is
He has nowhere to go and wants to come here to eat and drink, but he has no ambition at all."
Liu Weike said calmly: "I let him come to us just to protect him temporarily. As long as he can support himself in the future, it doesn't matter even if he doesn't become one of us. Sooner or later, he will understand that the Security Bureau cannot protect him.
Throughout his life, he must have his own goals and life plans."
****
When Zuo Jing walked into the ghost room, the first thing that caught her eye was the lifeless Yang Ming. The former resolute director of the Security Bureau fell to the ground, his face covered with shocking red spots, his lips
Blue and purple. His face was ferocious, his stiff fingers were curled up, and there was foam coming out of the corners of his mouth.
Even if she didn't witness the scene of his struggle when he died, Zuo Jing could guess how painful he must have been in the last period of his life. She suddenly felt sick in her stomach, and she quickly covered her mouth and retched.
"You are so fragile. A mere dead person can scare you into this state." Guimu said contemptuously.
Zuo Jing asked excitedly: "What did you tell me before? You said you just wanted to see him and recruit him. But why did he die here in just a short time?"
"If I tell you clearly that I want to kill him, will you still bring him here happily?" Guimu paused for a while, then said with a strange smile: "You should still listen to me, who told you
I have my precious son in my hands. I can also understand the feeling of being a parent. However, you will be very painful and entangled. Miss Zuo Jing, I am thinking about you, and I am afraid that you will blame yourself too much."
"Stop being so hypocritical. You are a cruel and ruthless despicable person! You are an out-and-out lunatic!" Zuo Jing shouted loudly. The sight of Yang Ming's tragic death brought great excitement to her, and her
He suffered a lot in his heart, and always felt that he was the one who personally sent him to hell.
Guimou took a step forward, grabbed her wrist suddenly, and said coldly: "You are the hypocritical person. You clearly know that there will be no good end for him if he comes, why don't you do it just to protect yourself and your son?"
Are you obedient?"
Zuo Jing shook her head feebly and said in a trembling voice: "I was forced to have no choice..."
"You are an accomplice. From the day you agreed to do things for me, you have become a part of ICV." Guimu glared at her fiercely, then roughly pulled her in front of Yang Ming and held her down.
neck, forcing her head closer to the distorted face.
"Everything you scolded me today will be remembered in my mind. But it's your first offender, so I won't argue with you. Take a good look at this face. If you dare to speak rudely again, you and your son will become
This is what it looks like.”
Zuo Jing looked at the red spots on Yang Ming's face and closed her eyes in fear. She sobbed softly and kept trying to break away from the ghost's hand.
Guimu sneered and pushed her back violently. Zuo Jing fell to the ground unexpectedly, and her face hit Yang Ming's already cold and stiff chin. An unpleasant smell rushed into her nasal cavity,
Looking at the swollen and deformed face so close to her, she suddenly got goosebumps all over her body, and her stomach felt like it was turning upside down.
