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Chapter 742 Like a red-eyed devil
Mu Junting didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, he still had that wanton and leisurely posture.

Mu Zhenguo naturally knew Mu Junting's behavior style, he came to power at a young age, no matter how vigorous and vigorous he was behind his back, he never showed his dew on his face.

"Third uncle can look at the second document, and then see if he still has the confidence to shout at me."

Mu Zhenguo's body froze at first, and then he came back to his senses belatedly. He bent down slowly and with difficulty, and picked up the document that was thrown on the table.

When Mu Junting spoke to him in that tone, he actually had a bad premonition in his heart.

Trembling with his fingertips, he flipped through the document, page by page.

Misappropriation of public funds, betrayal of business secrets, embezzlement, occupational embezzlement...

That document was like an indictment, recording all the crimes he had committed over the years!
Mu Zhenguo didn't even know how he had dug out what he had done so secretly.

Indeed, Mu Zhenguo was really capable when he was young, so he had the opportunity to be valued by the old man, to stay by his side, and to fight with him together, but when the old man retired and he was getting older, he was really a little confused.

It's like leaving a piece of evidence without knowing it.

Mu Junting thought that he was both an elder and a meritorious veteran, so he didn't intend to touch him at first, but now that he is acting recklessly, Mu Junting must not sit idly by.

"I'll say it one last time, stop, sell your shares to me, and never intervene in any company affairs."

"impossible……"

Mu Zhenguo is still making the final struggle. Although his voice is not as aggressive and confident as before, he can still hear his determination to never change.

Mu Junting's voice was even more indifferent, "Are you going to try your old bones, or my methods? Third uncle, don't blame me for not reminding you, your old bones can't stand it anymore Yes. If you don’t accept my pension, don’t blame me for giving you an early death.”

In Mu Junting's calm tone, every word and every word reveals an insolent provocation.

For a moment, Mu Zhenguo felt as if he was angry, and his old face was distorted to the point of distorting.

He started playing crazy again in Mu Junting's office.

First he smashed the water glass, ashtray, and potted plants on his desk, and then dropped his computer to the ground.And then, leaning on the crutch in hand, he was about to throw it at Mu Junting's body...

He did this because he saw the thick gauze wrapped around Mu Junting's wrist, and thought that he was inconvenient to move, so he took this opportunity to act wild.

Anyway, it's not the first time he's relied on the old to sell the old, and played a rascal.

But before the stick fell on Mu Junting's body, he stopped it in mid-air.

Mu Junting held the stick with his right hand. He was very strong. Mu Zhenguo pulled back a few times, trying to pull the stick back, but it was useless. Instead, Mu Junting only used a little strength to grab the stick. Pulling the stick forward, Mu Zhenguo staggered.

He stared at Mu Junting resentfully with those old eyes, and just when he was about to yell, suddenly, a pair of hands stretched out like lightning and grabbed his neck, all the ugly words were like a fishbone, stuck in his throat.

"Mu...Mu Junting, how dare you..."

Mu Zhenguo was flustered and angry, and spoke anxiously.

He looked at Mu Junting in disbelief.

He actually strangled his neck!And as the strength in his hands increased little by little, Mu Zhenguo felt that the air he could breathe was decreasing little by little.

At this time, Mu Zhenguo couldn't even utter a word, he just shook his head and struggled desperately, his mind went blank, and he stared dryly at the person in front of him.

At this moment, Mu Junting in front of him was completely unfamiliar to him.

He... is like a red-eyed devil.

(Miao Miao will accompany Mu Shao to tide over the difficulties, will be sweet, this is the last glass slag plot, I promise.)
　(New week, ask for tickets????)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)