The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 802 Disobedient, eh?
Yin Xuechuan shrugged with a smile: "Who knows, whether it's shooting or hand-to-hand combat, you can't see it from the outside."

Lin Lan had a look of pity: "If it's a hand-to-hand fight...their muscles must be beautiful."

Yin Xuechuan's face turned dark immediately.

Yan Zhixin helped her forehead helplessly, and the bodyguard immediately knocked on the door to report to the house.

The door opens.

What comes into view is...

A row of long tables, a row of firearms.

Lei Kun and his team stood on the left, and Mo Junting and his team stood on the right.

The difference is clear.

Both sides stood up straight, showing no signs of fighting at all.

Lin Lan was greatly disappointed: "I thought I could witness an annual fight."

Yan Zhixin gave her a blank look.

Are these two so childish?
However, to be honest, she was relieved that they didn't fight.

Seeing Yan Zhixin enter the door, both sides turned their heads.

A look of joy appeared on Lei Kun's face: "Sister Zhixin..."

Mo Junting waved at her: "Yanzhi, come here."

The two spoke at the same time.

Mo Junting's face darkened slightly, and his whole body was astonishingly stern.

Yan Zhixin: "..."

Are these two bored?
She decided not to participate in the battle between the two, and turned around to want to go out. Suddenly, Mo Junting strode over, bent down, wrapped one hand around her waist, and put one hand on her thigh. With both hands, he hugged her tightly.

Yan Zhi was stunned for a moment.

With her body suspended in the air, she lost her support and hugged his neck reflexively.

The two immediately became close.

All of a sudden, everyone's eyes fell on her.

Mo Junting looked down at her: "Disobedient, huh?"

Not too loud, but just enough for everyone to hear.

Lin Lan whispered: "Wow!"

Yan Zhixin saw that his face showed signs of approaching. After all, she clenched her fist and punched him in full view, "Put me down."

Mo Junting's eyes were doting, and the corners of his lips curled into a slight smile: "Don't let go."

Yan Zhixin struggled for a while, but she couldn't break free from his hand. She broke the jar and said, "I just happened to be hungry, so you can carry me to the restaurant."

Mo Junting said without any hesitation, "Okay."

Yan Zhixin was speechless: "...Your shooting has not finished yet."

Mo Junting seemed a little distressed: "Then what should I do?"

Yan Zhixin gave him a blank look: "Put me down, Lan Lan and I will go."

From the corner of Mo Junting's eyes, he caught sight of Lei Kun's livid face, and leaned over to kiss her on the center of her brow in a good mood: "As you wish."

Putting her on the ground, he let go of the hands around her waist. He ignored Lei Kun and said to the bodyguard, "Go ahead."

Lei Kun gritted his teeth.

They use shooting to determine the winner or loser.

One person each time, three shots per person, and then replaced.

Yan Zhixin glanced at the electronic recording screen, and Mo Junting's group was temporarily ahead.

Lin Lan and Yin Xuechuan were betting again.

Lin Lan asked: "Who do you bet on will win?"

Yin Xuechuan doesn't know much about this aspect. Looking at Mo Junting, Mo Junting seems to be sure of winning; looking at Lei Kun, Lei Kun is also full of confidence. He was a little difficult to choose for a while, so he said: "You choose first, I will choose you. the one."

Lin Lan also didn't understand.

She quickly pulled Yan Zhixin aside, and asked, "Who will win?"

Yan Zhixin raised her chin towards Mo Junting: "He."

Lin Lan raised her eyebrows and said, "Are you so sure? Isn't Lei Kun from the Special Forces? Can a group of bodyguards beat the Special Forces?"

Yan Zhixin smiled: "Other bodyguards can't do it, but his can definitely do it."

Lin Lan immediately felt relieved, and said to Yin Xuechuan, "I bet Mo Junting will win."

(End of this chapter)