The boss saw Chen Chuyu was so attractive, letting him go was impossible. These people were true desperados; how could they let go of the catch they've got!
"I understand, boss, wise decision!"
Another man said with great pride, while Mo Shaoyun, clueless as ever, twirled a nunchaku around in the air, at that moment feeling exceptionally good about himself!
"Chuyu, don't worry, while I'm here, I won't let anything happen to you!"
Mo Shaoyun said, flamboyantly leaping down, intending to strike a cool pose. Unexpectedly, he slipped on landing, ending up in a faceplant; the awkwardness was truly intoxicating!
"Let go of my goddess!"
Mo Shaoyun hastily got up and charged toward Chen Chuyu's direction. Several thugs rushed up to him; initially, they played along with Mo Shaoyun, even pretending he was a kung-fu master!
"Laoer, bring the medicine, I still hope women will throw themselves at me on their own!"
The boss said wickedly as he looked at Chen Chuyu!
