Chapter 17: Tender Bamboo Shoots
The person on the other end of the phone asked anxiously, "What's going on? Brother, what's wrong with you?"
The protagonist didn't answer, hung up the call and turned off the phone.
He Rui was so shocked that he forgot to leave and just watched the whole process.
After the protagonist said the last sentence, he could no longer maintain his calmness. His face turned gloomy and his expression became extremely terrifying.
His background music also became dangerous at that moment.
He Rui was startled by the BGM and his hair stood on end.
He quickly made a strategic retreat and trotted towards the door.
I thought to myself that the protagonist, this bastard, must not be reluctant to take revenge on his own brother, and then turn around and use him as a punching bag.
He'd better stay away and not let this dog catch him and beat him up again.
His speed was stimulated, and he ran to the door in two steps.
He Rui pulled open the door, which had not been closed by the security guards, leaving a gap for him.
Standing at the door, I subconsciously looked back.
Seeing that the protagonist was still in the living room and didn't come to chase him away, he felt a lot more at ease.
When the people outside the corridor saw him appear, they rushed forward and wanted to check him, "Master!"
He Rui was afraid that his background music would be touched, so he quickly took another half step back into the door, "Hey, don't squeeze me."
After looking around, he didn't see anyone in uniform among the big men standing in the corridor. Knowing that the police had not been called, He Rui felt relieved.
At least it won't escalate the conflict between him and the protagonist.
He lowered his voice and greeted everyone, "Hello."
"Master, are you okay?" someone nearby asked with concern.
"It's okay." He Rui said that he was fine.
The driver standing nearby, holding the walkie-talkie, said exaggeratedly, "We checked the surveillance footage and saw you being arrested. Are you not hurt?
Dr. Lin was in the car downstairs, and fearing a fight, he didn't let her go upstairs.
How's it going, Master? Does that kid inside need us to go in and teach him a lesson?"
"It's okay, it's okay! It's just a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding! We're all family!" He Rui waved his hands and explained quickly, fearing that the protagonist would hear his words and remember him again.
"That's me" good brother...
Before he could finish the last three words, He Rui was suddenly kicked hard on the butt and kicked out of the door by the protagonist.
The door of Room 702 also slammed shut.
The employees of the rich second-generation family around were all stunned for a moment, and the next second, there was a burst of cursing and exclamations.
Several people reached out to pick him up at the same time.
"No, no, no, no, no!" He Rui exclaimed.
He lost his balance, twisted his body to avoid the hands that were trying to catch him, and fell to the ground.
Afraid that someone would come to help him.
He endured the pain in his wrists and knees and stood up quickly.
He Rui grinned and took a few steps to the side, staying away from the older brothers who were approaching him worriedly and were so angry that they were ready to reopen the lock for revenge. He squatted down and rubbed his sore knee.
After rubbing it twice, He Rui felt a burning pain in the palm of his hand. He raised his hand and found that the skin on his palm was also rubbed off.
As soon as he saw this hand, he knew that the rich second generation must have never exercised since childhood.
A pair of claws, like tender bamboo shoots, rubbed against the ground and actually broke the skin...
During training, he slid down an 18-meter rope, and his hands were rubbed to the point of smoking, but his skin was not broken.
His ruthless iron hands were originally covered with calluses.
He could handle something at 70 degrees Celsius without changing his expression or heart rate, and didn't feel the heat at all.
He was accidentally scratched by a knife and went to get the wound treated, only to find that the knife hadn't penetrated his defense at all.
Now, the defense value is zero.
He Rui was very angry.
No wonder I can’t beat others. Using this body to fight others is like using tofu to fight a durian.
There was a man squatting next to him. When He Rui looked up, he met the man's concerned gaze.
He Rui remembered something and asked the man before he could speak, "Am I sick?"
The man was stunned for a moment, his expression surprised. "No, you're not sick, right? I haven't heard of it."
"Okay." He Rui nodded.
As long as you don't collapse after exercising or die suddenly after doing strenuous activity, then it's okay.
At least you can make your body stronger through exercise.
"Are you okay, young master?" The man wanted to come over to support.
He Rui quickly stepped back, "No, no, no need to help me."
Avoid physical contact with everyone as much as possible now.
He really didn't want any more people to know that he had BGM.
No one can reveal this secret.
After all, it’s not the end of the world yet.
If this matter is exposed now.
He Rui was worried that he would be caught and his brain would be opened to see if there was a Bluetooth headset inside.
He Rui felt that this background music was restrictive, unhelpful, and even hindered the work. He Rui was a little annoyed. Looking at the employee who was looking at him with concern, he suddenly thought of a solution.
"Hey bro! Go buy me a pair of gloves, a mask, and a hat right now.
Uh....please help me get a windbreaker or sun protection clothing, preferably one that only shows my eyes when zipped up. The tighter it is, the better. I need to wear it in a hurry."
He Rui asked someone to run errands.
He planned to be fully armed, covering every possible part of his body and leaving no skin exposed.
The other party agreed, turned around quickly and trotted down to the elevator with strong execution ability.
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