Seeing the other party's appearance, Gu Jianbing said no more.
I stood up and looked around the entire office. I was surrounded by people with sharp mouths and monkey cheeks who were either indifferent or gloating about misfortune.
He let out a long sigh and his eyes dimmed.
Push the chair away and walk out of the office door.
Standing in the corridor outside the door was a young man of about eighteen or nineteen years old.
When he saw the old man going out, he hurriedly greeted him, extended his hand to help him, and said, "Grandpa Gu, no matter what my dad said, he always said it in anger. Don't take it to heart!"
Gu Jianbing turned to look at the young man in confusion.
It took me a long time to think about who the person in front of me was.
She touched his head lovingly and sighed, "Goodbye, good boy."
The young man was shocked and hurriedly asked, "Goodbye? Grandpa Gu, where are you going?"
The old man didn't answer.
He looked back at the closed office door and moved forward a little along the corridor handrail.
The bottom of his hand seemed to be caressing the wall with great reluctance.
It's like touching your child's shoulder and back.
The young man who was gently pushed away looked at the old man walking further and further away with a sad expression.
Team Leader He swears.
He must have eaten shit today to be so hot-headed that he agreed to come to this game.
Otherwise, how could we fall into such a terrifying vortex?
Missiles!
Then he is a missile!!
Who launched the missile?
Who are you going to eliminate?
Eliminate Third Consortium boss?
The world is going to be in chaos!!
All the personal experiences I saw and heard today made Team Leader He completely in a semi-crazy state.
The appearance of the missile was exaggerated enough, but it was actually blocked by someone????
Team Leader He pulled Zhang Wei, who was also fascinated, and asked with red eyes, "Before dinner, how many layers does Captain Wang have?"
Zhang Wei looked up at him in confusion. "When they met us before, they themselves said it was indeed a hundred levels."
Team Leader He asked again, "Then what level did they say they were in when we just had dinner?"
Zhang Wei shook his head, which was stunned by the missile, and tried to remember. "It seems to have reached the 300th floor..."
"Liar!" Team Leader He yelled crazily, "He is definitely lying to you!!"
"Ah?" Zhang Wei looked at him in a daze.
Team Leader He blushed and gasped heavily.
Gritting his teeth, dancing and punching the air for a long time.
Looking at Wang Wen being carried and held in the distance.
Tears suddenly flowed out.
He turned to Zhang Wei and choked with sobs. "He's lying... Level 300... he can't be that strong."
Zhang Wei asked in confusion, "Then what level do you think he should be?"
Team Leader He The tiger's body trembled.
There was a storm in my heart.
Yes.
If it is not three hundred levels, how many levels should people be on?
As a member of the elite team of a medium-sized consortium, Team Leader He has much more knowledge than the ordinary low-level Tower Climber.
Not only do we know that 499 on the surface of human beings is not the real limit.
We also know that the large consortiums at the top have five or even six hundred levels of terrifying creatures under their control.
How many layers?
How many layers should a person with hard resistance to missiles have?
A 400-level half-step earth immortal can block most bullets, and even rocket launchers or slightly larger caliber anti-equipment are probably blocked.
The 500-level land gods I heard stories about in the intelligence are not afraid of rocket launchers, but I have never heard of the legend that they can withstand missiles.
Six hundred floors...
He can't reach it.
There are not many specific records in the group's intelligence.
That means that that man has at least six hundred levels of strength!
Six hundred floors!!
Team Leader He wants to shout a curse word with all his strength.
He is only three hundred levels old and has already experienced countless beauties in the world.
What will the scenery be like on the 600th floor?
What will be the scenery that is even more beautiful than countless beautiful things?
Team Leader He found that even if he racked his brains to imagine, he couldn't come up with that kind of picture.
Do you want to play hide and seek with multiple beauties in bed?
He can now realize that kind of game.
It's just a matter of quantity.
What's more fun?
He couldn't figure it out.
So he was very curious.
Extremely curious.
Crazy curious!
So he gritted his teeth and stamped his feet.
I left behind my little brother beside me and Zhang Wei.
Go forward and cross the many human walls to reach Wang Wen.
He shouted with grief on his face, "Dad, what's wrong with you, Dad! Open your eyes and look at your filial and well-behaved son, Dad!"
Wang Wen looked at him doubtfully, as if he was thinking whether he had such a big son in his life?
It looks a bit familiar.
What can I do?
I don't remember who the mother of the child is.
Is the secret about to be exposed?
Thinking of this, Wang Wen's eyes gradually softened, looking at Team Leader He as if he were really looking at his own son.
But what I was thinking was: No! There are still many people who I can't defeat, and there are still bastards who want to bombard me with missiles. I must not reveal my identity at the 900th floor, or else I should silence myself.
He endured the feeling of exhaustion and overload, closed his eyes and began to quietly gather his mental energy.
As soon as he used his mental power, his brain suddenly felt a sharp pain, and he could see blood flowing from his nostrils.
The people around were frightened, and their foreheads were covered in blood and ice.
Mi Lailai, who was being supported by someone next to him, saw this and spoke with the most authority, "His mental strength is greatly consumed by the hard-resisting missile and he needs a good rest. Try not to be disturbed by others."
Mo Ran Stand up.
The veins on the forehead are bulging.
He grabbed Team Leader He's neck and asked around, "Who knows this person? If no one claims it, he will be killed."
Team Leader He almost peed again.
He repeatedly begged for mercy, "Boss is one of my own, I am the one who ate with me in the box today! I was deeply impressed when I saw Captain Wang's heroic appearance. I want to follow him in this life, serve tea and water, be his son or apprentice, I can do it, I just want a chance, boss!"
Mo Ran turned a deaf ear.
Seeing that no one claimed it, my money really started to tighten.
Zhu Xingguo, who had been bending down to take care of Wang Wen next to him, was slightly startled when he heard the word "apprentice". Then he stood up and said to Mo Ran, "Team Leader Mo, I remember this person, are not friends. When we had dinner together before, he kept mocking Master, and when you hung up the phone and came here, he also said that you were not polite and walked into other people's restaurants casually. The two people who shouted at you to get out as soon as you entered were his men."
Like an honest old scalper, Zhu Xingguo spoke for a long time.
With each additional sentence, Team Leader He's face becomes paler.
By the time he finished speaking, his face was completely pale and his crotch was wet.
But Mo Ran finished listening.
But unexpectedly she let go of his neck.
Under everyone's unclear gaze.
Mo Ran took out a pair of black boxing gloves and slowly put them on, unable to cover up the killing intent bursting out of his eyes.
Team Leader He was so frightened that his hair stood on its head.
He sat down on the ground and rubbed his back with horror on his face. "Grandpas, I was wrong. Is it too late to apologize now? I know it very well. No matter how you want me to apologize, it's okay. I'm proficient in all kinds of martial arts!"
Mo Ran didn't give him a chance.
Just when I saw the missile explode, I was filled with anger and had nowhere to vent, so someone came to my door as a punching bag.
The black [Thunder Fury Knuckleduster] bloomed with a blue-white electric arc, which made Team Leader He's face turn blue, white, bright and dark, in short, he had no color of his own.