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Qin Mu’s tall figure stood by the floor-to-ceiling window as the office’s internal line rang. Qin Mu squinted his expert black eyes.
"Hello..."
"President Qin, soone nad Feng Lie wants to schedule a eting with you."
"Hmm, let him co up."
"Yes..."
After hanging up the phone, he gazed at the hustle and bustle below, feeling as if the entire Yuncheng City was under his feet.
Feng Lie, you’ve finally co.
Qin Mu’s thin lips curled slightly, with dark light flickering in his black eyes.
...
Soon, Feng Lie, in succinct black clothing, guided by the receptionist, arrived at the office.
The man’s burly stature exuded a chilling, captivating fierceness.
Qin Mu’s thin lips curled subtly as he looked at Feng Lie in front of him, raising his hand to signal the secretary to leave. After the secretary left respectfully, Qin Mu spoke casually.
"Commander Feng visiting, lucky you didn’t wear your uniform, otherwise people might think I’ve broken the law."
Qin Mu’s expression was mischievous and cynical, but the depths of his black eyes reflected sternness.
Upon hearing Qin Mu’s words, Feng Lie’s thin lips curled as his tall body settled on the sofa, looking coldly at the man before him.
"Qin San, how do you know I’m not here to take your life?"
The man’s words were icy, hinting at being difficult to deal with. Qin Mu had known this brat’s temper from early on.
In the army... Feng Lei was famously steady.
Feng Lie was famously chilly.
While Qin Mu was famously a joker, nonchalant.
This miraculous trio once gave instructors headaches, thinking of better communication with the Qin Family and Feng Family.
But both the Qin Family and Feng Family let them be, as forming good bonds is a fate, and matching personalities to be brothers is a fortune cultivated over lifetis.
Life rarely goes as one pleases; it’s hard to find a true brother.
...
Qin Mu retracted his black eyes, looking at Feng Lie in his presence, he couldn’t help but recollect many past events.
Jokes, rebellion... rigorous training, all sorts... linger in his mind.
"Hmm, this possibility can’t be ruled out... but I’m a law-abiding good citizen... Hmm, so I’m not too worried about this issue arising; I believe Commander Feng’s mind is also clear as a mirror."
Sent to the military school directly from a young age, Feng Lie has persevered through the years, and even sitting, his posture doesn’t change, embodying a heroic spirit.
Hmm... only Qin Mu knows, Feng Lie’s left leg... was hit by a machine gun, actually... if you observe closely when he walks, you can still notice the incongruity with the right leg.
Including the man’s back, there are quite a few knife wounds.
Hmm, so Feng Lie’s body lacks nothing but n’s dals, scars.
Feng Lie tightly clenched his large hand, disliking Qin Mu’s perpetual nonchalance.
Nothing seems to touch the man’s heart...
n... don’t care.
Feng Lie tugged at the corner of his lips, glancing sharply at the man in front of him, raising his hand in indication.
"It’s been years since we last t, last ti at the bank was a bit rushed... Hmm... we ought to shake hands."
Qin Mu’s black eyes fell on the man’s broad palm, his thin lips pressed slightly.
Almost without speculation or doubt, he could decisively judge that Feng Lie’s palm had an issue...
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