The two of them had a row for a while, took a break, and neither bothered the other again until around seven or eight in the evening. Man Luo drove alone to the Imperial Capital International Club, parked the car in the parking lot, and watched the commotion at the entrance. The reason Lin Mu wasn't in the car was because he had another important matter to attend to.
At this ti, in an East Japan-style private villa, a forty or fifty-year-old old guy was furiously kissing a young woman in her twenties, and the woman had no disdain for the old guy's age and ugliness; instead, she passionately touched him all over.
This old man was Yamamoto, a dical doctor at Jinye Chemical Factory.
Yamamoto heard an outsider's voice, quickly turned around, and warily looked at Lin Mu standing by the window. "Who are you?"
"Your dad," Lin Mu chuckled.
"Damn it," Yamamoto cursed furiously and pointed at Lin Mu. "What do you want to do?"
"Beat you up." Lin Mu laughed, darted forward, and slapped Yamamoto's round face.
Yamamoto received this slap, instantly felt dizzy, and his nostrils began to bleed crimson blood.
"Damn." Yamamoto glared at Lin Mu again.
"You think you're tough, don't you?" Lin Mu went up with another crisp slap.
"Damn..."
"Bastard, I'm here to deal with all kinds of toughness today." Lin Mu followed with another slap.
"Damn..."
Slap…
"Damn..."
Slap slap slap slap...
A series of slaps landed on Yamamoto's face, knocking out two front teeth, and Yamamoto's face looked swollen like a pig. Lin Mu looked at Yamamoto and threatened viciously, "Damn, I don't believe I can't handle you, dare to 'damn' again?"
Yamamoto's mouth kept spitting blood, clearly lacking the courage to be stubborn, otherwise, his remaining front teeth would be knocked out by Lin Mu, one after the other.
"Who the hell are you? What do you want?" Yamamoto lost two teeth, and speaking now, his words leaked air a bit.
"Haha, who I am doesn't matter, even if I told you, you wouldn't know. I'm giving you a choice: either hand over the DNA-catalyzing enzy obediently, or die. Choose one." Lin Mu looked at Yamamoto and said.
"DNA-catalyzing enzy?" Yamamoto looked at Lin Mu, his brow furrowed, his eyes flickering, "I rember now, it's in today's lab, you're the person i Niang brought? I've seen you."
"Hmm, not bad, stop wasting ti, hand over the formula quickly! Don't ss around!" Lin Mu gave Yamamoto's swollen face another slap.
Yamamoto awkwardly adjusted his glasses, "Who the hell are you? i Niang would never do this to ."
"Bastard, you're talking too much nonsense." Lin Mu punched Yamamoto in the stomach impatiently. Lin Mu had never had any fondness for Japanese people; influenced by history books from a young age, he once vowed to grow up and kill all Japanese soldiers and screw all Japanese actresses!
Yamamoto grunted, held his stomach, and vomited a mouthful of old blood again. However, a characteristic of Japanese people is that they are particularly stubborn; even if beaten to death or choosing to commit ritual suicide, they refuse to submit to their opponents.
"Damn, you want to die, right? My patience is limited, so hurry up and hand over the catalytic enzy formula, or I'll stab you to death." Lin Mu reached out and lifted Yamamoto off the bed.
"The formula is not in my hands."
"Bastard, still not being honest!" Lin Mu slapped Yamamoto's face again; treating these "Eastern Devils," Lin Mu never intended to hold back. Yamamoto spat out another mouthful of blood, mixed with several red teeth.
The woman behind him shrieked loudly upon seeing this situation.
"Shut up, scream again and I'll stab you," Lin Mu glared at the woman and said.
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