The implication was clearly, if you have the guts, co and take down, I don’t believe you have the capability.
"Then we’ll wait and see." Fu Rong stood up.
After watching him get into the car, Jun Mochan finally stood up, placing his left hand in his pocket, elegantly stepping upstairs.
After preparing everything, a smile returned to his lips, as if thinking of sothing, the curve of his eyebrows softened considerably.
After returning, Fu Rong had soone find a way to drive Jun Mochan out.
This person is like a ticking ti bomb, staying here will eventually lead to an explosion.
But before anyone over there could respond, an explosion was heard from afar, the sky filled with brilliant colors, fire illuminating the mid-sky.
Accompanied by the sound, the tallest building collapsed with a rumble.
The location was precisely the National Security Bureau.
At the sa ti, Fu Rong’s computer screen turned black, with the words flashing repeatedly: "A gift for you."
Red bold letters kept overlapping, scrolling, until the whole screen turned red.
Reporters from all sides rushed over upon hearing the news, along with officials at all levels, police, and military forces.
Listening to the distant clamors, Jun Mochan stood by the window, handso and elegant, with a charming smile playing at his lips, looking spirited, yet from behind, there seed to be a hint of loneliness.
At the sa ti, Zhou Xian and Chu Ji saw the international news and imdiately logged into the internal network.
Zhou Xian: Are you crazy?
Chu Ji: Was it you?
Jun Mochan: Yes, he wanted to exile , so I gave him an appetizer first.
If he really dares to act, he’ll flatten N Province to the ground.
Zhou Xian and Chu Ji sent a long string of exclamation marks.
This person is indeed too arrogant.
Fu Rong hasn’t had ti to deal with him yet, and when he does, it will likely be the mont to strike back.
In this regard, Jun Mochan was particularly calm: "Then I’ll take Ranran back to the country."
Hearing this, the two knew he already had a plan in mind and felt relieved that it wouldn’t be long before his return.
With the destruction of the National Security Bureau, the previously stable public sentint began to fluctuate again, coupled with funeral matters, a speech draft, and various issues piling up all at once.
Busy like this, it went on for seven days.
Upon submitting the speech draft, Ye Ranran finally had so free ti and intended to contact Jun Mochan.
Recalling her disappearance during this period, she felt a bit embarrassed.
"Is your hand better?" she asked.
His teasing voice ca from the other end: "Recovered long ago, had a lot of soups."
"Ah."
"Eat what you need to heal,"
She laughed: "How about I co to see you today?"
Not contacting him was quite rude, now that she had ti, she certainly should visit.
"Alright, co over, I was just planning to cook."
Thinking of his cooking skills, Ye Ranran felt a bit nostalgic: "Do you cook often?"
"Not really, it’s just that the local cuisine here doesn’t quite suit my taste. My hand’s just better today, got the urge to cook a couple of dishes to celebrate."
With that said, she couldn’t go empty-handed, so Ye Ranran thought for a bit and bought a bouquet of baby’s breath.
"I rember you bought this flower last ti, thought you liked it." Following his bright gaze, Ye Ranran felt a bit of pressure.
In fact, it wasn’t that he liked it, it was she who did.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t rember anymore.
His eyes were dark and deep, like the night sea, silent and lonely, spreading as the night unfolded.
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