"But Hua Hua doesn’t want this! You’re forcing him to leave his own circle of life; he’ll hate you for it."
Gu Shaocheng had been tornted by this matter for days, his head aching from it all. Hearing Chenxing ntion Hua Hua’s circle, his anger erupted instantly: "What circle of life does he even have? A bunch of good-for-nothing friends who only know how to eat, drink, and have fun. Staying with those people can lead to what, exactly? Nothing but trouble! I can’t stand looking at his so-called friends! I want him out of that circle and adjusting to an entirely new life! That’s it, stop talking. I need sleep; I still have a lot to handle tomorrow."
As he said this, he pulled out his phone and dialed his subordinate, confirming Hua Hua’s location at the villa. He instructed firmly, "Keep a close watch on him. Don’t let him slip away."
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Early the next morning, Nan Baihao instructed his driver to park the car outside Hua Hua’s villa. He had heard that the intensive training camp over there forbade personal belongings; all the necessary items would be provided under fully militarized managent. Feeling guilty for his little brother, Baihao didn’t bother preparing luggage, as it would likely be confiscated anyway. Instead, he packed so of Hua Hua’s favorite snacks in the car for him.
They had already had their farewell drinks the night before, and at dawn, Baihao arrived early, walking to the front door of Hua Hua’s ho. Just as he stepped up to the entrance, he heard a *bang*—a gunshot sounded from inside the villa, echoing through the window. Startled, Baihao froze montarily before instinctively climbing over the wall and rushing through the gate. As he approached the doorway, he saw a group of n exiting, and from inside ca his elder brother’s stern voice: "Hua Hua, do you think what’s in your hands can threaten ?"
Nan Baihao’s eyelid twitched. That shot earlier... Did Hua Hua aim the gun at his elder brother? There was no mistaking it—he definitely heard a shot fired. Grabbing one of the n coming out, Baihao urgently asked, "What happened?"
"Young Master Hua refuses to leave. Anyone who gets near him gets shot at."
"He shot at my brother?"
"No, it was Fang Bai. Luckily, Fang Bai dodged quickly. Right now, Young Master Hua is in a standoff with the boss. The boss ordered all of us out, and now only the two of them are inside. He also instructed that no matter what happens, none of us are allowed to enter without his command."
What kind of joke is this?
While Baihao mulled over the situation, Hua Hua’s voice burst forth from inside, brimming with agitation: "You’re right! I can’t threaten you! Even if I’m holding a gun, what does it an in your eyes, huh?"
His voice grew anguished, desperate, as if every word scraped against his throat: "If you force to leave, I’ll end it right here and now with one shot! Do you believe ? Do you?!"
Hua Hua’s voice was harsh, hoarse with despair yet so resolute it caused Gu Shaocheng’s expression to shift dramatically. Suddenly, he bellowed, "Give the gun!"
"No!"
"I’m ordering you to hand over the gun!"
Hearing this, Nan Baihao hesitated, wondering whether to break in. What if the gun accidentally discharged? As he deliberated, sounds of a scuffle erupted from within—a chaotic clatter of objects falling and colliding. Instinctively, Baihao moved to rush inside, only to see his elder brother locked in an embrace with Hua Hua. A gun spiraled through the air in a perfect arc, collided with the wall, then ricocheted downward. Baihao darted forward to catch it, lowering his gaze.
Uh... this... that... this... Nan Baihao vigorously rubbed his eyes, then rubbed them again... Could soone tell him, just what kind of absurd scene was unfolding before him?
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