Chapter 715: Chapter 714: If I Make You Cry, Don’t Go Telling Uncle Mo Chapter 715: Chapter 714: If I Make You Cry, Don’t Go Telling Uncle Mo Wang Xintong just happened to run into Room 309, and her demeanor instantly dropped as she appeasingly walked over.
Room 309, I have to bother you again this time.”
Room 309 still loomed high above: “Is it just you?”
“Yes, I don’t want to cause you any more trouble…”
Wa Zhiqi watched them walk away and then smoothed back his hair, feeling around his person and eventually calmly produced another card.
Thankfully, he had two.
The originally sympathetic look on the security guard’s face instantly crumbled: ???
What kind of deity is this?
Wa Zhiqi didn’t notice these things and couldn’t understand the ins and outs here; facing the security guard’s strange gaze, he calmly swiped the card, without having to hand over any communication devices.
Following the friendly reminder from the security check, he went to the designated document room.
The direction was exactly opposite to where Wang Xintong and the others were heading.
After he’d left, the two security guards at the door exchanged shocked glances.
Security Guard A: “If I’m not mistaken, he just swiped two cards, right…?”
Security Guard B: “Yes, you saw that right.
One was a temporary card for the first team’s commander, the other was for the second team’s commander.”
Security Guard A: “Damn!
This guy’s connections are incredible!”
Security Guard B: “But, he looked like a complete fool, like he didn’t know anything…”
In the end, the two security guards reached a conclusion.
This man doesn’t deserve sympathy, not at all!
Lu Mian and Mo Fan arrived at the martial arts training ground.
The girl looked Mo Fan up and down with a calm gaze and shook her head.
On the surface, Mo Fan appeared indifferent, but inwardly he actually cared quite a bit about that look.
He read three words in Lu Mian’s eyes: “Can’t take a beating,” and his heart shattered into a QR code all over again.
Lu Mian didn’t truly despise him; instead, she spoke with some profound implication, “As an assassin beside Director Qi, you have to have solid professional skills.”
In case Director Qi faced any unexpected danger and she wasn’t by his side, Mo Fan could extend help in time.
Mo Fan kept a straight face, silent but howling on the inside.
Miss Lu, before I met you, I never doubted my professional abilities!
And I’ve never been hit this hard…
“Forget it, I’ll teach you,” Lu Mian said, completely unaware of Mo Fan’s internal struggle, as she began.
Do you understand that feeling of disappointment others have in you?
When people from the Sichuan region are utterly disappointed with someone, they’ll say: Forget it, let’s go for a mandarin duck hotpot.
When people from the Shandong region are utterly disappointed, they’ll say: Forget it, you just stick to beer.
Mo Fan stiffened his neck, I!
“Go invite those twenty mercenaries over,” Lu Mian said with an earnest attitude, making sure to use the word “please.”
She remembered that those twenty mercenaries were still locked up in the office.
MoA*StubbornA*Fan: “Alright!”
Mo Fan didn’t understand what she was up to, but obediently went off huffily to carry out the task.
It wasn’t his first time fetching mercenaries; he had called them out before for sparring practice.
When the twenty people saw Mo Fan again, they huddled in fear, collectively stepping back.
Their leader cried out desperately.
Mo Fan, please, spare us!
We haven’t recovered from the injuries we got last time yet!”
New injuries added to old ones, was there any mercenary more miserable than them?
A shivering environmental ambassador in N Pole Continent weakly raised his hand: Nonsense, that’s because you haven’t seen me desperately buying burgers!
Mo Fan looked at everyone and explained, “It wasn’t me this time.”
The mercenaries’ tense moods slightly relaxed, thankfully it wasn’t Mo Fan.
They really didn’t want to experience the feeling of a one-sided slaughter again.
“Miss Lu has asked for you all.”
A chorus of groans rose and fell.
In the end, twenty people lined up and were still “invited” in front of Lu Mian.
Lu Mian stood nonchalantly in the center of the training ground, showing no change in emotion from start to finish, and glanced disdainfully at the trembling crowd in front of her.
“Are you guys even men?”
The mercenaries raged internally: Whether we are men is not important, what’s important is that you!
Lu Mian didn’t pay them any more attention, instead turning to look at Mo Fan, “I will only demonstrate once, follow and learn.”
Mo Fan wanted to squat down and draw circles.
Lu Mian emphasized bluntly, “It’ll only be interesting to fight when you get stronger.”
Mo Fan felt like he was being rubbed into the ground and his mentality was completely unable to hold up, angrily he also threw down some fierce words.
After he learned, he was going to make Lu Mian cry!
Beat her until she called him daddy!
Lu Mian’s beautiful fingers snapped, and her gaze dropped kindly upon the twenty mercenaries.
Mercenaries: We’ve started a second career now, don’t call us mercenaries, please call us targets, thank you.
This time, Lu Mian didn’t repeat the smooth and flowing movements from before, but picked a few of her own finishing moves to teach Mo Fan.
Mo Fan also studied seriously, carefully observing how each step and each joint should exert force.
He had been a martial arts talent himself, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been trained from childhood to be an assassin, leading many promising Mo Ying.
Before meeting Lu Mian, he was the most respected in the Mo Ying team.
People like Mo Si, Mo Nie, and Mo Zinc, would all flatter him profusely whenever they met him.
However, after encountering Lu Mian, his world seemed like it was constantly on the verge of collapse.
After Lu Mian demonstrated once, she let Mo Fan practice on his own for the rest of the time, and pointed out a few mistakes in his force exertion.
Mo Fan practiced in the training ground alongside the twenty people for an hour.
Lu Mian sat by the side, flipping through a romance novel while keeping an eye on Mo Fan’s movements at all times.
Mo Fan felt he had learned enough and, after gulping down water, said with false bravado, “Miss Lu, I think I should be fine now.”
Lu Mian nodded her head lightly and closed the novel nonchalantly, “Okay.”
“If I make you cry in a little while, don’t go tattling to Mr.
Mo Fan,” Mo Fan was now extremely confident.
Lu Mian remained as calm as ever, “I won’t.”
The twenty mercenaries hid in a corner of the training ground, some covering their faces, others clutching their stomachs.
Although the two weren’t using lethal moves, the pain was still real.
“We shouldn’t have taken this task!”
The others were full of regret, usually making others cower just by their reputation, this was an unexpected situation for them.
“This task should’ve at least been assigned to someone above rank A, but instead they sent us B-ranks…”
Normally, B-rank strength would be quite formidable, but that was before they met Lu Mian.
The mercenaries felt particularly sentimental, all of them looking up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle.
“If the boss were here, we wouldn’t have fallen to this sorry state…”
“Where did the boss go?
When will he come back?”
“I heard that the second in command has already sent people to look for him…”