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Duoji looked at the side of the coffin room and said in a sinister tone, "It was you who ruined my good deeds."

The words fell, but there was no response, so Duoji's face became even more ugly, and he directly pressed the trigger in that direction.

The sharp bullets split the air and left a bullet mark on the wall of the stone house.

Duoji frowned and was avoided by him.

One meter away from the bullet mark, a young man stood with his head shrinking.

He didn't look very energetic, his back was arched, he looked lazy and yawned.

His body was also messy, with some dirt on his cheeks.

He was carrying a black bag on his back. The black bag was a bit big and bulging, and the things inside seemed to be a bit messy, squeezing the surface of the soft black bag into uneven spots.

Duoji's expression suddenly changed when he saw the black bag. He raised his gun and threatened: "Give me your things. Didn't anyone tell you that you can't steal other people's things?"

The young man ignored him. As usual, he seemed unable to hear what others were saying. He only focused on staring at the grass under his feet, as if that ordinary grass had some fatal attraction.

Duoji didn't move. He narrowed his eyes and pressed the trigger again on the boy.

As expected, he was avoided again.

Duoji was once proud of his shooting skills. They were used to shooting moving animals on fast-moving jeeps. During the years of running around, everyone in their team had developed good skills.

Duoji narrowed his eyes, his keen sense of smell urging him to leave.

Duoji didn't know what tricks he used to prevent the "executor" from killing people, but he knew that the young man in front of him was not as simple as he showed.

When his proud shooting skills failed miserably here, Dorje was a smart man and would naturally judge the timing.

The man-eating spider is better at making plans from behind and killing the enemy with one strike when they are relaxed. Unless he is sure of victory, he is a cunning opportunist and will avoid putting himself at risk.

Duoji raised the iron knot in his hand again and fired a few bullets. At the same time, he saw the right moment and prepared to retreat.

The young man saw his intention and turned from defense to offense.

I saw him squatting down, grabbing a stone that was pleasing to the eye, and throwing it.

It hit Duoji right in the forehead.

Duoji:……

Duoji didn't want to fight, and after pulling away, he started to leave quickly.

The boy squatted down again, picked it up, threw it, and hit it.

He didn't move his feet, and even his expression was dull.

But every stone fell exactly on Duoji's head, and they were all in the same position.

Don’t perish in silence, explode in provocation.

Duoji felt like he was being walked around like a monkey, the same bastard he had always looked down upon.

Duoji sneered and looked at the young man silently.

The three bastards entered Meng Er's room anyway and were sticking their butts out to watch a show through the window.

Meng Er kicked the raised butt and cursed in a low voice: Be calm.

Unexpectedly, Sanzhang was so weak. With just such a light kick, he knocked him down, tilted his body, and knocked open the locked door.

This shocking fall made the headlines!

Before Meng Er had time to pull him, the movement on their side had successfully attracted the attention of the two people who were confronting each other.

Duoji cast his gaze over, and in the next second, he raised the weapon in his hand and faced Sanzhang, who was half-body lying outside the door.

The three pupils were shocked.

Three little lives are at stake!

Duoji showed a malicious smile and exerted force on his fingertips.

"Oh!"

The bullet hit the ground an inch away from San Zhang's body.

Three rabbits jumped up and scurried around like headless flies, shouting: "Fuck, fuck, I'm going to die, help me, help me!"

Meng Er watched helplessly as he moved away from the safest room and hit the wall in front of him.

Meng Er:......

At that time, he only had one idea in his mind -

I, Meng Yichuan, the crown prince of Yikang Biotechnology Company, actually went to the same university as this guy with a shrunken brain and cerebellum?