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Wen Heng glanced at her and said calmly, "You just remembered your junior brother now!"

Jia Luo chuckled twice embarrassedly.

Wen Heng put his hands behind his back and said slowly, "Your junior brother has gone to the special department!"

When Jia Luo heard this, he immediately said anxiously: "I'm going too, I'm going too, I want to watch Brother Shimo get slapped in the face!"

Wen Heng frowned slightly, with a helpless look on his face, and said, "Go ahead, let your fourth brother take you there, and don't cause any trouble!"

"Hey, I'm such a well-behaved kid, how could I possibly cause trouble?" He said that and ran away.

After saying hello to Mr. and Mrs. Wen, Jia Luo went to the special department with Wan Yan.

Fortunately, they arrived in time and Wen Zhi and Shi Mo had not started fighting yet.

When Mo Shu and Wen Zhi saw Wan Yan, they both showed a hint of surprise on their faces.

Mo Shu spoke first, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "Hey, who did I think it was? Isn't this my fourth junior brother? How come he still remembered to come back?"

"Senior Brother, Junior Brother, long time no see!" Wan Yan greeted the two with a smile.

Mo Shu snorted coldly and turned his head, then called out respectfully, "Fourth Senior Brother, long time no see! So where have you been this year? Why haven't you sent any news at all?"

"I was called back for something in the family." Wan Yan said calmly, but there was a barely perceptible trace of fatigue in his eyes: "The matter was complicated and trivial, and I couldn't get away for the time being. That's why I didn't contact you. I'm sorry to have caused you to worry."

"Tsk, who's worried about you!" Mo Shu said sarcastically.

"Hey, eldest senior brother, don't be angry with fourth senior brother. Fourth senior brother is back. Besides, aren't you worried about him too?" Jia Luo advised in a baby voice.

Mo Shu glanced at Jia Luo and whispered, "I'm not worried about him."

Seeing this, Wan Yan shook his head slightly and gave a helpless smile: "Big Brother, this incident is my fault, but seeing that everyone is fine, I am relieved."

Wen Zhi also echoed, "Yes, Senior Brother, Senior Brother Four just came back, let's not make things awkward."

Mo Shu snorted lightly, turned his head and stopped talking, but the expression on his face had softened a lot.

Jia Luo's eyes rolled around, and he felt that the atmosphere was a bit depressing, so he walked up to Shi Mo with a smile, pulled his sleeve and said, "Brother Shi Mo, you have to work hard, don't let my junior brother beat you in two moves!"

Shi Mo said helplessly: "Lolo, you are quite good at encouraging people. Don't encourage me next time."

Jia Luo stuck out his tongue and made a face: "Hey, Brother Shimo, it doesn't matter if you can't win. It's not shameful to lose to my junior brother."

Shi Mo flicked Jia Luo's head with a smile, and said, "Little girl, can't you hope for me to be good?"

Having said that, he straightened his clothes, his expression instantly became serious, his eyes passed Jia Luo and fell on Wen Zhi who was not far away, the flame of fighting spirit burning in his eyes.

Wen Zhi also felt Shi Mo's gaze, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a confident smile.

He moved slightly, and the aura around him began to circulate, as if the air around him became tense.

At this moment, Shi Mo took the lead. He rushed towards Wen Zhi as fast as lightning, and the ground beneath his feet seemed to have been slightly cracked by his steps.

He clenched his fist tightly, making a whistling sound as he thrust it straight into Wen Zhi's face.

Wen Zhi, however, was not in a hurry. He dodged to the side and easily avoided Shi Mo's attack. At the same time, he quickly stretched out his right hand, and his five fingers were like hooks, grabbing towards Shi Mo's throat. His movements were sharp and precise.

Seeing this, Shi Mo quickly ducked and at the same time swept out with his left leg, attacking Wen Zhi's lower body.

Wen Zhi snorted coldly, leaped up, and somersaulted in the air to avoid Shi Mo's sweeping leg. He then kicked out with both legs in a series and quickly attacked Shi Mo.

The two of them moved back and forth, their speed getting faster and faster, their figures kept crossing each other on the field, making people dizzy.

Jia Luo was stunned, his mouth opened wide, and he let out exclamations from time to time.

Suddenly, Shi Mo staggered and seemed to be flawed. Wen Zhi's eyes lit up and he immediately seized the opportunity, swinging his right fist with all his strength, hitting Shi Mo's chest.

However, just as Wen Zhi's fist was about to hit him, he suddenly turned his body to the side, avoiding Wen Zhi's attack. At the same time, he quickly stretched out his left hand, grabbed Wen Zhi's wrist, and pulled it hard.

Wen Zhi was pulled by Shi Mo and lost his balance and fell forward. He twisted his body forcefully in the air, used his other hand to support the ground, and used the force to do a backflip, thus creating some distance between him and Shi Mo.

At this time, both of them were breathing heavily. The fierce confrontation just now made them realize that the opponent was by no means an easy opponent to defeat.

After a brief pause, Wen Zhi's eyes froze and he took the initiative to attack again.

Each of his powerful punches was accompanied by a whistling sound as they went straight to Shi Mo's vital points.

Shi Mo kept dodging while looking for opportunities to counterattack.

But under Wen Zhi's fierce attack, he gradually became overwhelmed and was hit by Wen Zhi's fists several times, with a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Wen Zhi jumped high, crossed his legs quickly in the air, and launched a powerful series of kicks.

Shi Mo was unable to dodge and was kicked in the chest. He flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

Wen Zhi walked up to him, pulled him up from the ground, and said with a smile, "Brother Shi, thank you for letting me do this."

"Tsk, the little girl is right, I can't beat you!" Shi Mo said nonchalantly: "Well, it seems I have to practice, otherwise, I will really be eliminated!"

Wen Zhi shook his head slightly, his eyes revealing some sincerity: "Brother Shi, you are not bad either. This time you were just lucky. If we play another game, it will be hard to say who will win."

Jia Luo ran over at this time and looked at the two of them with a smile: "Brother Shimo, Junior Brother, you are both so amazing! Brother Shimo, if you work harder, you will definitely be as amazing as my Junior Brother."

Shi Mo gently scratched Jia Luo's little nose and said, "You are the only one who can speak with your little mouth."

Mo Shu walked forward and patted Shi Mo on the shoulder: "See the difference? I've made you lazy all day!"

"Okay, okay, Minister, I've been hit hard enough these past two days, so please stop scolding me." Shi Mo responded with a smile.

Mo Shu looked at him with his chin in his hand and said maliciously: "Shi Mo, how about I make a plan for you according to Wen Zhi and Jia Luo's daily training methods?"

Shi Mo's eyes lit up: "That's possible!"

Jia Luo clapped his hands and cheered: "Oh wow, Brother Shimo is going to start the devil training!"

Everyone couldn't help laughing after hearing her words, but Shi Mo had no idea what she was about to face.

Just then, Carol's phone rang. She picked up the call, not knowing what was said on the other end.

Her little face suddenly sank.