Yang Bei's guess was correct. Mu Sirong came here today just to take Lan Duoduo away.
Because he found that Lan Duoduo was much more fun than the real An Luna. The real An Luna was played to death in just a few days. It was really boring.
Taking her away was not only to contain Jun Yue, but also to find a suitable prey for himself.
"You are the dog that Jun Yue keeps." Mu Sirong raised his eyebrows and glanced at Yang Bei evilly. Yang Bei didn't say anything, but stared at his face, ready to fight at any time.
"Deal with him."
He uttered the words lazily, as if he was not talking about a life, but about how the weather was today.
All the guns were pointed at Yang Bei. Yang Bei held Lan Duoduo tightly behind him, fearing that she would be hurt in the slightest.
Lan Duoduo was so scared that her calves were shaking, but she bit her lips tightly to avoid showing her cowardice.
Seeing that she was obviously extremely scared but still pretending to be calm, Mu Sirong became more and more satisfied.
Tsk tsk, what a stubborn little white rabbit! How come such a fun little thing was got by Junyue first
It really makes me angry.
"Put down the gun."
He suddenly asked everyone to put down their guns. He waved his hand again and the men in black rushed forward and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with Yang Bei.
Even with more than a dozen people besieging him, Yang Bei did not lose the upper hand. He swept his legs and threw punches, and each move was clean and neat, with full explosive power.
Lan Duoduo was watching nervously from the side, her palms clenched tightly, and her palms were covered with sweat.
Mu Sirong seemed unable to bear it any longer. An impatient look appeared on his face. He raised his hand slightly, and everyone stopped attacking.
He looked at Yang Bei, who was fighting against more than a dozen people alone without taking a breath, and the corners of his mouth turned up, with a cold smile overflowing from the corners of his mouth: "As expected of someone trained by Jun Yue, not bad. Do you think you can take a few moves from me?"
Yang Bei still didn't say anything, secretly preparing for the attack. He could feel that the man in front of him was very strong, the kind of strength that could not be fathomed.
In this world, the CEO should be the only one who can rival him. He knows that he can never beat him, but that doesn't mean he will surrender.
"You're really confident without saying anything. Then get ready. I'm going to make a move."
As he spoke, he suddenly jumped up and kicked Yang Bei's right shoulder with a sideways sweep in mid-air. Yang Bei subconsciously blocked it with his hand, but his arm felt like it was hit by steel. He lost his balance and retreated step by step.
Mu Sirong did not give him a chance to breathe and attacked him one after another as fast as a leopard.
With just three moves, Yang Bei was knocked to the ground. Mu Sirong kicked him hard in the chest. He half-knelt on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Lan Duoduo rushed forward in panic, holding his arms and trying to help him up, but the bones in his limbs were broken and he couldn't stand up at all.
Mu Sirong stood in front of them condescendingly, looking at Yang Bei with contempt: "I thought you were very capable, but you're dying after only three moves."
Yang Bei's heart was filled with rage, and he spat out another mouthful of blood in a panic.
Lan Duoduo tried to wipe the blood off him in panic, but at that moment, she was grabbed by someone, with her hands tied behind her back, unable to move.
Mu Sirong held a gun in his hand and hit Yang Bei's head hard with the butt of the gun.