"Do you think you're being polite?"
Zhu Mo's face was full of black lines. If he hadn't seen that Wang Yingxuan was so young and had such high fighting power, he would never have stopped him from committing suicide, and would even have gone up to help him.
He rushed forward, snatched the knife from his hand and threw it to the ground.
The conversation between the two just now left Chen Xintong confused.
Although she could understand what they said, she didn't understand everything they said.
He followed Zhu Mo in small steps, hiding behind him and not daring to show his head.
"Well, you are dead today. There is no Wang Yingxuan in the Black Sun Team anymore."
As he said that, Zhu Mo dialed the cell phone number marked as "Dad".
Wang Yingxuan was stunned and asked softly, "How do you know my name is Wang Yingxuan?"
"Ahem...don't talk, I'm on the phone." Zhu Mo said in a bad tone.
I wasn't paying attention and accidentally said his name.
I couldn't tell him that I saw it from the system, so I had to fool him.
Zhu Min, who was in a meeting, saw his personal cell phone ringing and impatiently interrupted the company executive who was making a report.
"Wait a moment..."
His frowning brows instantly relaxed when he saw that the call was from Zhu Mo.
With a smile, he answered the phone: "Oh~ Xiao Mo, Dad is in a meeting. How are you doing in school? Are you adapting? What did you eat for lunch..."
The executives present immediately understood when they heard this.
It is well known that Zhu Min loves his youngest son Zhu Mo the most.
Unfortunately, the young master is not only young, but also cowardly.
You have to know that the eldest and second young masters were already very smart men at Zhu Mo's age. Compared with them, the young master is like a transparent person.
If Zhu Mo was a little smarter, he would have realized that many people present here might be members of the young master's faction.
"dad!"
Zhu Mo's roar was heard by everyone present.
This made Zhu Min feel a little embarrassed. He immediately turned his chair around and was so nervous that he loosened his tie with his hands.
If Zhu Qing or Zhu Chi dared to shout at him like that, Zhu Min guaranteed that he would kick their butts right there and then.
However, the person who called him was like the third old Zhu Mo, who was afraid of dropping the object if he held it in his hand, or melting it if he held it in his mouth.
"What's wrong, Xiao Mo? Why are you so angry?"
Zhu Mo's voice on the phone rose a few degrees: "Why did you send someone to kill my fiancée?"
"Uh... is this true? How come I don't know about it? It should be Zhu Qing or Zhu Chi who did it. I don't know..."
The treacherous Zhu Min threw the pot to his other two sons.
But Zhu Mo is not a fool, so how could he believe this nonsense?
The eldest and second brothers wish their younger brother and sister, who are not from a wealthy family, to live a hundred years, so why would they send the Black Sun Team to kill them?
If they knew someone was coming to kill her, they would send someone to protect her without Zhu Mo's protection.
"Don't admit it. Anyway, I just want to tell Dad that the person you sent is dead."
"What? Who could kill Wang Yingxuan?"
Zhu Min didn't think that anyone could deal with Wang Yingxuan. Even if there were people in the entire Nanjiang City who could kill him, they would not dare to do so because he was a member of the Zhu family.
"I was the one who killed him. He wanted to kill my fiancée." Zhu Mo's tone was filled with undisguised anger.
"This...that...girl surnamed Chen is dead?" Zhu Min asked softly.
Chen Xintong, who was behind Zhu Mo, came forward and said with a smile, "No, uncle, I'm alive and well."
Zhu Mo was embarrassed to see that although Chen Xintong was smiling, there was rage in her big eyes.
In the original book, this little girl is extremely vengeful.
Now she may be very dissatisfied with her future father-in-law.
Wang Yingxuan, who had just threatened to commit suicide, watched this "family ethics drama" with great interest, like a spectator.
Hearing that Chen Xintong was so bold as to talk directly on the phone to the person who wanted to kill her, his face immediately turned ugly.
Zhu Min forced himself to smile, and said indifferently with a harmless smile: "Haha...that's good. Xintong, come to Tianjing City when you have time, and uncle will treat you well."
"Tsk~Threatening me?"
Chen Xintong waved her pink little fist and said without showing any weakness, "I will. Just wait for me to find you, old man!"
"Speaking of which...you called my dad an old thing in front of me, is that okay?"
He stared at Chen Xintong with a gloomy face.
Realizing that she had said the wrong thing in her excitement, Chen Xintong stuck out her tongue and apologized: "Hehe... Sorry, sorry. Please continue."
"Anyway, don't worry about it, Dad. I can take care of myself. Don't ask anyone to come to Nanjiang City anymore. And Wang Yingxuan is already dead."
After saying what he needed to say, Zhu Mo hung up the phone without giving Zhu Min time to reply.
Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Zhu Min was so angry that he almost threw the phone away.
He turned his chair around and placed his fingers together on the table, thinking.
"What kind of magic potion did this little girl surnamed Chen feed Xiao Mo?"
After muttering something, Zhu Min leaned back in his chair helplessly and threw his phone on the table.
After the call, Zhu Mo raised his eyebrows and asked Wang Yingxuan, "Are you relieved now?"
"Young Master, for saving my life, Wang Yingxuan will repay you with eternal life." Wang Yingxuan was stunned, and he quickly stood up and bowed deeply to Zhu Mo, and answered in a firm tone.
"Don't use your real name when you do things for me in the future."
For example, Zhu Min has the Black Sun Team and the Jingwei Group.
The eldest brother Zhu Qing also has thirty-three internal generals who obey his orders, while the second brother Zhu Chi has even more subordinates, and they have no specific names.
Zhu Mo also needs to train an elite combat team that will obey his orders.
"Just call him... Mo Wei. Your code name from now on will be Heidao." Zhu Mo nodded with satisfaction, thinking that he had some talent in naming.
Wang Yingxuan kept mumbling the word "black knife", his face showing his disdain without disguising it: "Black knife... so tacky..."
"What did you say?" Zhu Mo glared at Wang Yingxuan coldly.
"Ahem... Master, what a good name! From now on I will be called Black Blade!"
Wang Yingxuan forced himself to comfort himself that it was much better than the Black Tiger, Black Hawk and the like.
At this time, an old man with one hand in his trouser pocket and a strawberry ice cream in his hand walked out of the woods.
Licking the ice cream in his hand, he asked with wide eyes, "Master, what happened?"
Pointing at Wang Yingxuan: "Eh? I remember you were from the Black Sun team, right?"
Seeing Zhou Lu arriving late, Zhu Mo finally couldn't help but kick him.
With this unexpected kick, the ice cream fell from Zhou Lu's hand and fell to the ground, splashing a few drops of pink dew.
“My ice cream...”
Zhou Lu sobbed with a sad face for the lost ice cream.
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