Tu Ran, who failed to be a peacemaker and ended up making things worse, could only bite the bullet and block the attacks of the two men.

Zhou Ming and Qi Tongda have been playing and fighting for so many years, but they still have some tacit understanding.

One focused on the top lane, the other focused on the bottom lane. Tu Ran jumped up and down, with his feet hardly touching the ground.

But their strength was there. At first, when their team of seven attacked together, they were still defeated by Tu Ran. Now there were only two of them. Tu Ran had also gone through a period of actual combat and his strength had improved by leaps and bounds. The two of them were not enough to fill Tu Ran's teeth.

Dodging sideways, Tu Ran inserted herself between the two men, bent both arms at the same time, and struck hard with her elbows. The two men who were a beat slower and rushed forward were directly knocked over. Zhou Ming fell heavily on the chair that was pushed over before, and the chair fell to pieces. Qi Tongda fell to the ground, holding his chin and twitching in pain.

Xiao Mi, who was standing nearby, took a deep breath for them.

He quickly went forward and pulled up Zhou Ming, who was closest to him.

When he was about to help Qi Tongda again, he saw Tu Ran had already walked over.

Tu Ran stretched out her hand towards Qi Tongda, "Master Qi, you won't hold it against me, right?"

Qi Tongda glared at her unhappily and said, "Master, I'm not that petty person." Then he followed her hand and stood up. He rubbed his chin and walked tremblingly to his workstation. He turned his back to Tu Ran and looked out the window.

The back figure looks inexplicably lonely.

The young master had a dream in which he was beaten crippled by Tu Ran during the seven-on-one fight and it took him half a month to heal.

The young master originally wanted to regain the face he had once lost.

But before the young master could restore his dignity, his inner self was also trampled into the ground.

The young master cried silently in his heart.

He would never provoke Tu Ran again.

Compared to Master Qi who suddenly fell silent, Zhou Ming was talking a lot.

The fall completely dislodged his brain stem.

"Tu, Ran, how come you've become stronger again?!" Zhou Ming pointed at Tu Ran.

He was in pain, couldn't stand steadily, and was staggering like a drunk man looking for trouble.

Xiao Miao put her hands around his waist to prevent him from rushing up to seek abuse again in a fit of impulse.

"Tell me! How come you, a woman, are so strong?"

Tu Ran raised her eyebrows and looked at him quietly without saying anything.

"Tu, Ran, are you still hiding your strength?!" He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking particularly wretched.

"No." Tu Ran's expression was innocent.

Zhou Ming didn't listen.

"You're just hiding your strength." He was sure that although this fight was painful, it was obviously not as painful as last time.

"No."

"You have!"

"Really not." Tu Ran was helpless.

"Even if you have it, don't think you can fool me." He gestured at his eyes twice.

Tu Ran was tired, "Okay, I'll hide my strength."

"Who are you looking down on? Do you have to hide your strength in a fight?!" Zhou Ming suddenly became angry.

"Brother Zhou, aren't you deliberately looking for trouble?" Xiao Miao couldn't stand it anymore.

"What's it to you?" Zhou Ming pushed him away, staggered and found a table to hold on to.

It happened to be Qi Tongda’s table.

The two people looked at each other.

Eye contact.

Master Qi: You look so humble when you try so hard to make up for it.

Zhou Ming: Why does your nose suddenly feel sore? Master Qi: I am mourning your lost self-esteem.

Zhou Ming: “…”

Master Qi: “…”

"Are you done fighting?" The door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and Ye Qing poked his head in.

Seeing the broken chair on the ground, it was just as he expected. Then he looked at Zhou Ming and Qi Tongda, one holding his waist with tears in his eyes and the other holding his chin with tears in his eyes, and he knew what the result would be.

After pushing the door open and walking in, he looked at Tu Ran, who was intact and smiling, and coughed twice, "The people from the logistics department will be here soon to change the door. You guys should clean up and don't let people laugh at you."

"Yes." Xiao Miao quickly called out the cleaning robot in the corner to clean up the remains of the chair.

Tu Ran thought of something and walked around the office.

When he got around to Zhou Ming, Zhou Ming shivered unconsciously.

Tu Ran didn't pay attention to him. Only Young Master Qi noticed it. He sneered and received a threatening look from Zhou Ming.

The other people were watching Tu Ran's actions, wondering what she was going to do.

Tu Ran raised her hand and said, "Captain, I don't have a chair."

It turned out to be because of this. Ye Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ask the logistics department to send it to you later."

Tu Ran nodded obediently.

"The money for the chair will be deducted from your salary." Ye Qingcai added casually.

Tu Ran’s smile froze on her face.

"You're deducting money for a chair? So—"

The word "抠" came to Tu Ran's throat and was swallowed back.

She couldn't say it, or it would make her look poor.

"Of course, this is public property. Don't the pioneers have to pay for their combat uniforms themselves?"

But that's a combat uniform.

The pioneer team only has to pay for damaged combat uniforms, and everything else is free, including weapons.

"What if my weapon breaks? Will I also have to—"

"Yes." Ye Qingcai said, "As long as it's something from the Executive Department, you have to pay for it if it's broken."

Tu Ran: "...Okay, I will be more careful next time."

Qi Tongda, who thought Tu Ran was very poor, came back to life and said, "Captain, ask them to send me five more chairs and deduct them from my salary."

Wang Qiang, who was sorting out various bombs, looked up and said in a muffled voice, "What do you need so many chairs for?"

Qi Tongda glanced at Tu Ran, making sure she was looking over, then raised his purple chin and said proudly, "Master, I want to lie down and sleep."

"Are you mentally disabled?" Wang Qiang was honest and didn't understand what Qi Tongda meant. "It's so uncomfortable to sleep on a chair."

"Master, I have money and I can sleep wherever I want." Master Qi raised his head proudly.

"Oh." Wang Qiang still didn't understand, and finally concluded that rich people are stupid and have a lot of money.

Standing up, he stretched his waist. The two-meter-tall man was pressed against the ceiling. His neck was sore from fiddling with the bomb for too long. He left after saying, "I'll go downstairs to move around. Call me when the mission starts."

Young Master Qi was very happy and felt that he had taken revenge in some ways. He crossed his legs, squinted his eyes and hummed some popular music.

Tu Ran ignored his bragging and looked down at the time. It was twelve o'clock noon.

Ha! Here comes the chance for revenge.

"Master Qi, do you keep your word?"

Qi Tongda opened his eyes, not knowing why Tu Ran asked this question, "Of course, Master, my word is law."

"Then let's go eat. Didn't you say you would treat me to a meal?"

The smile on Master Qi’s face fell.

Forget about it.

"Let's go, Master." Tu Ran walked up to him and lifted him up from the chair, and called the others, "Master is treating us today, let's go eat together."

"Great!" Xiao Miao was the first to get excited.

Master Qi was reluctant: "When did I say I would invite them?"

"Huh?" Tu Ran looked at him in surprise, "No way? The young master of one of the top 100 chaebols can only afford to treat one person to a meal?"

I will update one chapter today, don't wait, the rest is owed and will be made up later 　　 　 (End of this chapter)