Zhang Po cleared his throat and continued, "Take a close look later. The young lady has a scar on her hand; she cut herself to give Brother Mo a blood transfusion. And also…"
He stood up, put one foot on the chair, and exaggeratedly expanded his chest. Then, the big man placed his hands on his chest and ribs, squeezing out two bulges, and said smugly, "Miss, use these to warm Brother Mo's feet."
Everyone's expression changed.
There was fear, astonishment, sympathy, and deathly paleness.
Seeing that no one was speaking, Zhang Po said anxiously, "It's true, I saw it with my own eyes..."
Suddenly, he stumbled forward, and the dense crowd surrounding him trembled as they withdrew their outstretched hands.
"Who the hell kicked me..." Zhang Po staggered to his feet, rubbing his backside as he turned around, his mouth twitching with fear: "Mo, Mo, Mo... Brother..."
"Are you all full?" Mo Huaixing's face was pale with a hint of black, and dark with a hint of red, looking extremely gloomy.
Everyone looked at each other, and finally nodded in unison.
"I can see that!" Mo Huaixing slammed his hand on the table and said angrily, "You ate too much and had nowhere to vent, so you went out to run around."
"yes!"
Everyone rushed out, resulting in a traffic jam in the corridor.
"Greetings, Miss!"
With Jin Hu's shout, everyone joined in the shouting.
"Haha, hello everyone!" Gan Tang, leaning against the wall, frowned in embarrassment. She had been hiding outside, waiting to go in later, but who would have thought that bastard Mo Huaixing would actually let everyone out.
As the sound of footsteps faded away, Gan Tang turned and went inside, watching Zhang Po, the last one covered in dust, run out.
"Hey!" she called out to him, glancing sideways at Mo Huaixing, and awkwardly scolded him, "What nonsense are you spouting!"
Being relentlessly mocked by this pair, Zhang Po was on the verge of tears: "Miss, I was dreaming, I just love to dream."
Gan Tang glared angrily and gestured with her eyes: Tell him what you want to tell me.
Zhang Po immediately understood: "Brother Mo, I made it all up. I was talking nonsense, spreading rumors. I'm going for a run." With that, he hurriedly slipped away.
Gan Tang nervously rubbed her hands together, then chuckled and said, "He's talking nonsense, don't overthink it."
If he knew he'd warmed his feet, he'd never be able to hold his head up high again. Who knows how much he'd laugh at him later?
Mo Huaixing's deep eyes looked at Gantang, surging like ocean waves, but all hidden in a layer of mist.
"I wasn't thinking anything." He quickly looked away.
"That's good, I'm going to the restroom." Gan Tang put down her shoulder bag and hurriedly left.
Mo Huaixing turned around, watching the departing figure, then looked down at his toes. He felt his body burning, the heat spreading from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
A courtyard, a building—not too small, not too big. A group of people ran around the building again and again. Gan Tang, who had been sitting and waiting, couldn't bear to watch any longer and went to Mo Huaixing, who was standing at the window.
"Hey, that's enough. I'm not even angry, why are you? You'll come up here smelling awful, how are we supposed to have a meeting then!"
Lu Zhengqian gave Gan Tang ten men, not many, but each one was a skilled fighter. As soon as the group entered the conference room, they saw a group of people running back, panting.
Zhao Ji, who was in the lead, forced a professional smile and flattered, "Master Mo is truly skilled at training. He even has to do morning exercises at noon. No wonder Mr. Fu values you so highly."
"You're too kind. Our amateur skills are nowhere near as good as those of you elites who were personally trained by Mr. Fu."
Mo Huaixing wasn't good at these kinds of pleasantries, so he looked at Gan Tang and asked, "Miss, shall we begin?"
At a long conference table, Gan Tang sat at the head of the table, observing the tense atmosphere between the two sides, and felt that a fight might really break out.
She nodded sympathetically at Mo Huaixing, and at the same time opened her phone and sent a WeChat message. Since they were now in the same boat, even if she disliked him, she had to help him.
Mo Huaixing stood up and walked to the projector to explain his plan. Cold light shone on him, half of him facing the light and half of him hidden in the shadows, like a bronze sword half-drawn from its sheath, ancient and sharp.
Gan Tang was somewhat dazed as she watched, and couldn't help but wonder if he was like this when he was actually working.
Mo Huaixing's explanation mainly focused on how to rob the Ponzi scheme. The plan itself was sound, but the problem lay in how to allocate tasks, as it involved conflicting interests. Everyone wants to do something with low risk and high reward.
Zhao Ji said, "Master Mo, my brothers are not good at gathering information."
As he spoke, he looked at Gan Tang and boasted, "But they are all highly skilled. They can rob one batch of goods or even ten batches without leaving a trace."
This means they don't just want to gather information; they want to keep some for themselves while they're robbing the goods.
“Who among us brothers isn’t good at fighting? You tell me!” Zhang Po was the first to object. Having just been kicked, he was now especially eager to fight. “Let’s take him out and train him.”
"Let's practice then, who's afraid of who?" Zhao Ji's men chimed in.
As the two sides talked, they started arguing, and some even got so agitated that they stood on stools.
"The young lady is here, so all of you better behave yourselves." Mo Huaixing said, and everyone slunk down to sit.
Countless eyes turned to Gan Tang. Gan Tang glanced at Mo Huaixing sitting on her left, then at Zhao Ji sitting on her right. The two were locked in a fierce argument, each trying to prove their point.
Just then, our savior arrived.
Yuan Biao stood at the door and knocked, his voice trembling with emotion, "Miss, you still remember me."
These past few days, he hadn't seen the young lady and had heard that Mr. Fu had given her new help. Just as he was lamenting his fate, he unexpectedly received a message from the young lady.
"You're one of my people, how could I not remember?" Gan Tang was speechless. She had used him as a trump card, but instead, he was crying in this situation. Compared to the two groups inside, he looked so cowardly. How could she possibly use him?
She frowned and scolded lightly, "You don't even remember to come to the meeting. If it happens again, you'll be punished."
"Yes, yes, yes." Yuan Biao nodded happily.
"Where are the people you brought?" Gan Tang asked.
"And then there's the next group!" Yuan Biao hurriedly called people in. He brought ten people in total, all of whom were people he had obtained from He Zhong last time.
There are only a few empty seats at the back, and the rest are chairs against the wall.
Seeing him leading people to the back, Gan Tang called out, "Come here and sit next to me."
"Me?" Yuan Biao was flattered. Looking at the two imposing figures on either side of the young lady, and seeing that there were no empty seats, he didn't dare to go over.
Gan Tang frowned: "Bring a stool."
"Yes!" Yuan Biao hurried over. His status was instantly reversed; he became the person with the highest seat in the conference room, second only to the young lady.
Gan Tang looked at the two arguing and asked, "Are you finished talking?"
The two of them, unusually, remained silent together.
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