The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Yunci carefully observed it.

Yan Zhuo is cautious in doing things, prone to indecision, Duan Honglin is cruel, arrogant and domineering, but this Mu Huaiyu hides the deepest and makes people unpredictable.

It was the same as his son Mu Chenbi.

At this time, a guard walked in and reported work about the laboratory. Mu Huaiyu only gave a few simple instructions, and then ate a meal. Suddenly, his shoulder was held by a hand.

Turning his head and looking, he suddenly saw Yunci standing behind him.

He changed his face in an instant, and was about to yell at him, but Yun Ci grabbed him by the collar and yanked him aside.

With only a bang, a bullet passed through Yunci's arm and hit the plate on the dining table. The plate was instantly torn apart.

If it weren't for Yundi's block, the bullet would shoot through Mu Huaiyu's chest.

The person who fired was the guard who had just come to report on the work.

Seeing that it was revealed, he turned his head and wanted to run outside.

Yun Ci stepped forward and squeezed his shoulder blades severely. The man turned his head and slammed a fist towards Yun Ci. Yun Ci suddenly grabbed his wrist and slammed it aside.

Just listen to a click, it is the sound of broken bones.

The man couldn't help but screamed and raised the gun in his other hand. Yun Ci's sharp eyes caught Yun Ci's sharp eyes just after he made such a move. Yun Ci directly lifted his foot and kicked him easily with his toes. Immediately afterwards, he kicked him fiercely on his knee and knocked him directly to the ground.

He still wanted to get up, but Yun Ci had already squatted down, stepped on his chest with one foot, a small knife slipped from his cuff, and after a few laps in Yun Ci's palm, he held it with a cold sharp blade His neck.

The man stiffened, his eyes widened in horror, and he didn't even dare to breathe, for fear that the knife would cut his throat.

It took Yun Ci almost less than a minute, raising his hands and feet, and subduing him at the fastest speed, so that he was simply astonishing.

When the guards outside heard the noise rushing in, the fight was over.

Duan Honglin and Yan Zhuo were still sitting at the dining table, their faces became extremely ugly, not knowing whether they were surprised by this unexpected change, or by Yunci's quick response and sharp and fierce skills.

Mu Huaiyu stood up, straightened the pleated collar, and walked to the man, staring at him condescendingly, his cold eyes as if he was looking at an ant: "Who sent you here?!"

The man didn't speak, but stared at Mu Huaiyu viciously, wishing to swallow him alive with his eyes.

Mu Huaiyu turned his head to the guards and ordered: "Drag it out and ask for his behind-the-scenes leader."

Yun Ci retracted the knife and slowly stood up, several guards stepped forward and escorted the man out of the hall.

Yun Ci turned her head and looked in the direction of the door. Just after retracting the knife into her cuff, her wrist was suddenly grabbed. She raised her eyes and happened to hit Mu Huaiyu's quiet gaze.

Mu Huaiyu raised his eyebrows: "You are hurt."

Yun Ci lowered his eyes to look at his arm. Just when he rescued Mu Huaiyu, he was shot by a bullet, and a stream of blood leaked from the wound, fell down her arm and hit the ground with a clatter.

Before long, the doctor was called to the hall.

Yunci was sitting on the sofa, and the doctor was helping her treat the wound.

Mu Huaiyu stood on the opposite side and looked at her with a pair of deep eyes. When he saw the disinfected wound, Yun Ci didn't even wrinkle his brows. He squinted his eyes slightly and said something unhurriedly. : "You have a good skill."