Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Hearing the sound, Gu Beihua's mind was filled with memories like a tide.

Ten year old mu Yunshen has a childish face. He is just a child, but he insists on pretending to be a very sensible adult. He seems to make people laugh and love him.

He was good-looking since he was a child. When he didn't speak, he sat there quietly, like a cold snow doll, with big eyes and white skin, almost like a girl with short hair.

But it's not like that when it comes to fighting.

Mu Yunshen, who was only ten years old, was really fierce. He looked like a fierce little lion, which had nothing to do with the word "Wen Jing". At that time, his young fist hit half of his face like now.

But at that time, he was still young and couldn't lift any strength. For Gu Beihua, that fist was just like a cat scratch. But now it's different. That child, who was tough but not strong enough, has grown into an adult man with strong bones and full muscles, and he is old.

It is an indisputable fact that no matter how strong he is, he is already a little old.

And what's the chance for a middle-aged man to stand up against a young adult man?

Thinking of this, Gu Beihua's heart suddenly cooled.

Mu Yunshen stepped on him in a condescending manner, which was like a hawk Falcon catching prey. But different from those hungry creatures, mu Yunshen is not a bloody monster. He is not so hungry that he just wants to play with his prey.

Such a humiliating posture forced a surge of shame and anger into his heart, which filled his blood vessels like a storm.

Gu Beihua wanted to swear at this time, but the muscles and bones on his arm were broken. He could not make any other sound except breathing in.

Mu Yun deeply tore his hair, looked at him with great interest, with a reluctant expression in the pain, and suddenly laughed, "Gu Beihua, good and evil will be rewarded, and now you have finally come to this step. Can I interview you, boss Gu, how do you feel about being trampled on by me? "

Gu Beihua turned his eyelids and glared at him fiercely. He squeezed out a few words from his teeth. "You... Want to die!"

"It seems that boss Gu hasn't figured out the situation yet?" Mu Yunshen took out his mobile phone from his pocket and shook it gently at him. The progress bar on the screen just stopped.

At that moment, Gu Beihua just felt his mind evaporated from his head, rushed up and down on the roller coaster, and went up and down 70 or 80 90 degrees straight up and down.

Mu Yun dropped his eyes contemptuously and quietly put the mobile phone back into his pocket. When the backlight of the screen went out, his cold words poured down at the same time. "Until the last second, your conversation with me was completely recorded. These things will become your court... "

Before he could finish his classic lines that would appear frequently in Hong Kong movies, Gu Beihua suddenly gave a low roar, like a roar from the throat and phlegm of a beast who had been driven to the end of his life

Then something unexpected happened to Mu Yunshen.

Gu Beihua didn't know where he had accumulated a lot of strength. He dragged the broken arm aside and quickly stood up again.

Almost as soon as he stood firm, he rushed forward. The veins on the back of his good hand burst up, and he made a gesture to pierce towards mu Yunshen. He was about to lock mu Yunshen's throat with a few inches.