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Chapter 122 I Let You 3 Moves

Chapter 122 I Let You Three Moves

Chapter 122 I Let You Three Moves

Mo Fan was about to take a rest when the door was kicked open suddenly, and a group of people rushed in.

The leader was wearing a suit, with a straight back and a particularly loud voice.

"Are you the one Zhizhi likes?"

The man who spoke was handsome and had a face of mixed race.

Behind him was a group of people with hot weapons in their hands. From the moment he rushed down, the servant next to him quietly retreated to inform Rong Zhizhi.

This is Hans' son Mike, who has absolute authority here.

As we all know, the girl he likes is Rong Zhizhi, a person who cannot be loved.

The most common sentence I heard was about the matter between him and Rong Zhizhi, which can be regarded as falling in love and killing each other.

From then on, few people approached Rong Zhizhi, because there was a lion king blocking her side, even if she liked a girl again, she would not chase her desperately.

Because Mo Fan gained Rong Zhizhi's favor, he naturally became a thorn in his side. After returning from gambling outside, he came straight here.

Mike has blond hair and amber eyes. He is undoubtedly excellent among men, at least his appearance is almost perfect.

But when the two of them stood together and compared, Mo Fan's temperament was firmly superior.

The unruly look in the eyes, and the unhurried response, outshone the other party by a few streets in terms of temperament.

"Yes, I am the one she likes."

Mo Fan didn't like Rong Zhizhi at all, but admired Rong Zhizhi's courage.

Although she has an angelic appearance, in his heart, there is only one person he likes from the beginning to the end, and that is Qin Yishui.

But the more the other party said that, the more he knew how to piss off this foreigner.

When Mike heard what he said, he felt that the idea in his heart was confirmed. He instantly took out the gun in his pocket and pointed it at the other person's head.

"She's not someone you can touch. Get rid of your idea as soon as possible and get out of here, or don't blame me for being rude to you."

Not only did Mo Fan not hide, but he put his head up.

"If you think you can withstand her anger, then go ahead and rob her."

Mike was shaking with anger. He had a gun in his hand, but he didn't have the courage to fire it.

He has killed countless people in his life without even blinking an eye.

But today, facing the provocation of this strange man, he didn't have the courage to start the fight.

He took a deep breath, and fired several times at the side. The snow-white stone pillar was shot with several bullet holes in an instant.

Mo Fan taunted him mercilessly.

"I don't even have the courage to rush into my room in the middle of the night. Are you here to make a joke?"

Mike was taken aback by what he said. He liked Rong Zhizhi, but at the same time he was deeply afraid of her.

Rong Zhizhi is ruthless, everyone knows that the person who offended her last time has already turned into a dry bone under his teeth.

Although she is a woman, her style and methods are more ruthless than those of men, which is what I admire about her.

Rong Zhizhi hurried over, and saw Mike standing there in a daze, with an ugly expression on his face.

Her expression was gloomy, her eyes looked back and forth with some guilt, and she called out lightly, "Zhizhi, why are you here?"

Rong Zhizhi glared at him, walked quickly to Mo Fan's side, and apologized.

"Sorry, you're not hurt, are you?"

Mo Fan said with a cold smile: "Only he has no right to hurt me."

Mike thought he was talking big, and it happened to be here, which was the moment for him to express himself. He suppressed the anger in his heart and stood up and said, "Do you dare to compete with me?"

"You don't have that qualification."

Mo Fan didn't want to talk to him because he felt that this kind of competition was a waste of his precious time.

But the other party couldn't understand the situation clearly, thinking that he didn't dare to compete because he felt inferior to him.

"If you don't rush, just roll down from this mountain. We don't welcome cowards here."

Mike is aggressive.

Mo Fan looked at him quietly, his eyes were shining coldly, like a wolf king patrolling in the dark night.

"Okay!"

He stood up and agreed with one bite.

It's just a competition, and I'm afraid that the other party will fail.

Mike threw away the gun in his hand, made a pose that he thought was handsome, and then took off his jacket.

He is tall, nearly two meters tall, with well-developed biceps, which is the result of her day and night exercises.

There were exclamations and cheers from the side. In their eyes, if Mo Fan faced Mike, there was only one way to die.

This game is just a process, the result of the game is no suspense, there is no possibility of winning at all.

"I'll let you do three tricks first, lest you say I bully you."

Mike said straightforwardly.

These words were said to Mo Fan, but those eyes seemed to look at Rong Zhizhi, observing the other's subtle expressions, probably to show his masculinity.

Who knew that the person who cared too much didn't even raise his eyelids, and his eyes stayed on Mo Fan all the time.

"Ah!"

Mike shouted loudly, and his clothes were torn apart, revealing his strong muscles.

The wheat-colored skin is revealed instantly.

"This kid met Mike, and he will be cool off later."

"We'll have to wait a while. I'll see that he's going to die soon. It's really not good enough. It's not good to mess with anyone. You have to mess with Mike."

"Maybe it was the end of his life and he chose to pass away in this way. I really feel sorry for him..."

The fox friends and dog friends around Mike said brazenly there.

In their eyes, Mo Fan's move is completely a gift of the head.

The height of the two people is not in the same class.

Mike looks muscular, and with a height of two meters, he just stood there today, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Mo Fan is different.

Although he is also Yushu Linfeng, compared with Mike, he is a head shorter and he is the more delicate one.

Mike's eyes were fierce, like a raging lion, he clasped his hands tightly and made a creaking sound.

"I'll let you do three tricks, you make the first move."

Mo Fan stood there and saw the other person jumping up and down, and said playfully: "Are you sure?"

Mike was taken aback for a moment, not daring to relax in the slightest.

"I'm sure!"

As soon as Mike's words fell, there was only a bang, and Mike, who was nearly two meters high, was instantly sent flying.

Standing on the table next to him, he smashed the mahogany table into pieces

(End of this chapter)