Hua Changle suddenly reached out, her fingers lightly touching his brow. She paused for two seconds, then released him, and a golden bean rolled into his palm.
Hua Changle waved, and the group left.
The boy was left standing there, eyes wide open, frozen in place.
"Huh? Where's the boss?"
The wounded underlings finally realized their boss was missing.
Turning my head, I saw my eldest brother squatting on the ground like a lapdog, stretching out his hands as if begging, with a shiny gold bean in his palm.
Wow! No wonder you're the boss!
One of the underlings slapped the boy on the shoulder: "Even begging is this awesome!"
The boy swayed, gritted his teeth, and turned back to deliver a series of flying kicks to his underling: "Beg! Beg! I'll beg your grandma's leg!"
These golden beans almost killed me! What are you all doing?!
The boy clutched the golden beans tremblingly in his hand, still shaken.
The moment that pretty girl poked his forehead, it was like a female ghost sucking his soul; he was completely drained, and before he could even feel scared, all his strength returned.
The feeling of "dying and coming back to life" is just like having a face-to-face encounter with the King of Hell.
After kicking his underling, the boy touched his crotch; thankfully, it wasn't wet!
Otherwise, you'll lose face big time!
The boy, frustrated, clutched the burning hot golden bean and turned to leave with his younger brother. They had only taken two steps when they bumped into a boy.
"I'm already furious, and you still dare to ram into me, huh! I think you don't want to live..."
A gleaming silver scalpel was pointed at his brow:
"roll."
The boy curled his lip and snorted coldly:
"Fine, I'll get out!"
After saying that, he took off running.
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