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"The higher you stand, the less you can have weaknesses." The person behind him suddenly said this.

He was about to shoot. Chu Jun could feel it.

Chu Jun turned around quickly, the hem of his windbreaker flashing silver. The moment the pistol's crosshairs brushed past his earlobe, the scalpel had already cut the man's wrist.

"Ugh!" Chu Jun kicked the man in the head without waiting to see what the person behind him looked like. The man immediately lost consciousness.

Chu Jun quickly leaned over to pick up the gun that had fallen to the ground and pointed it at the person who had fainted on the ground.

He had a scar on his face and a sturdy build, a man who had lived on the edge of a knife for years. His features looked very familiar. I felt like I had seen him a few times before.

"Kill?" Chu Jun hesitated.

But in the end, I still decided to leave one alive.

"Go!" A voice came from the distance.

Perhaps the gunshot attracted the attention of the people in the dark, and footsteps approached quickly, and someone surrounded them.

Chu Yun left.

"Why are you back so late today?"

When Chu Jun returned to the apartment, Mo Heng was sitting on the sofa in the living room. A chess board was placed on the coffee table opposite him.

The man was holding a chess piece between his slender fingers, and seemed to be entertaining himself.

A pair of dark eyes seemed to flash with complex emotions as they looked at the beauty who came in.

"I encountered something on the way back." Chu Jun smiled at Mo Heng.

Chu Jun's hair was slightly messed up when she took off her scarf.

Even after defeating a battle-hardened thug, Chu Jun's hair didn't get a bit messy. It was as if he had just gone to a street cafe for a cup of coffee after get off work and then returned home gracefully. The dust and dust did not occupy him at all.

After Mo Heng glanced at Chu Jun, he kept looking down at the chessboard on the coffee table and did not make eye contact with Chu Jun again.

Normally, when Chu Jun came back, Mo Heng would be thinking about something and would ignore her like this, being very cold and indifferent. So today seemed no different from the past.

But the atmosphere is really weird.

Chu Jun took off his coat, as if he had finally let go of the fatigue of the day and could breathe a sigh of relief.

He weighed his coat twice, then seemed to finally remember something and broke the silence.

"correct."

Mo Heng looked up when he heard that.

"Clang." A gun was thrown in front of Mo Heng.

The surface of the gun body is bumpy and uneven, the metallic luster has been worn away by the years, and there are vague carving marks on the bottom, as if the past has been deliberately erased. The muzzle has turned black due to long-term high-temperature burning.

It is a gun that is often used.

Mo Heng knew it and its owner.

"I found a gun today, I'm giving it to you."

Chu Jun poured himself a cup of tea as he spoke, and didn't seem to think it was a big deal that a doctor like him suddenly pulled out a gun.

Mo Heng picked up the gun and weighed it. The weight was wrong. The gun was not full of bullets. There were probably only two or three bullets left.

Night Owl always had the habit of loading his gun with bullets at all times, so it was obvious that this gun had been used not long ago.

"Where did you pick it up?" Mo Heng looked at Chu Jun. The expression on his face was no longer concealed, but rather fierce, which should not have appeared on his face.

"The pier." Chu Jun didn't turn around, so he naturally didn't see Mo Heng's expression. He drank a cup of hot tea to dispel the chill of the sea breeze. "If we go there now, we might be able to find something else."

Mo Heng saw it with his own eyes, so of course he knew who Chu Jun was talking about.

I believe that in a short while, my people will bring the unconscious Xin Jiao to me.

You can also find out by prying open Xin Jiao's mouth.

Mo Heng just sat there quietly, waiting for Chu Jun to ask something. Coincidentally, he also had something to ask him.

But after Chu Jun put down the teacup, he just waved to Mo Heng and said goodbye tiredly: "I'm tired, I'm going to go back and rest first. I probably have to work overtime tomorrow. A patient has surgery tomorrow. You don't have to wait for me for dinner, and you don't have to make my portion."

Seeing that Chu Jun really didn't seem to have anything to ask, and was even so bold as to leave his back to him, Mo Heng felt mixed emotions.

"You don't even ask a question?"

Mo Heng stood up.

Chu Jun had already reached the door of the room when he heard footsteps approaching from behind. He stopped and looked at Mo Heng, who suddenly approached him, in confusion: "Huh?"

The man had long, slender fingers, a pampered young master, and even his hands were as white as jade. When they rested on the black pistol, they looked as fragile as butterfly wings.

With a "click", the pistol was loaded.

Chu Jun watched as the man pointed the gun at him.

Mo Heng tightened his throat unconsciously, and the muzzle of the gun slowly moved upwards from Chu Yun's legs, and finally landed on his head.

"Snapped!"

“Dang!” “Gurgle…”

Chu Jun's hand rudely knocked the gun out of Mo Heng's hand, and this time Chu Jun did not hold back.

The back of Mo Heng's hand turned red instantly. The hand holding the gun was not firm to begin with, and now that he was hit, the gun naturally fell to the ground.

Fortunately, the guns that Mo Heng equipped his men with were of good quality, and they didn't go off even after falling twice in one day.

It's just that I really suffered an unexpected disaster.

"How can you point a gun at someone casually? Are you polite?" Dr. Chu seemed a little angry, and his beautiful eyes glared at him angrily.

Such a lively expression is completely different from the indifference just now.

"Yes, I'm sorry." Mo Heng apologized blankly, as if he was frightened by Chu Jun's sudden action.

Like a child who had made a mistake, he looked away and lowered his head to look at the hole in the floor made by the gun.

Chu Jun followed Mo Heng's gaze and looked down. It was a huge pit, and anyone with eyes could see it.

"Talk to the landlord about this and tell him how to compensate."

The door closed in front of Mo Heng, leaving the landlord who had smashed his own floor.

Chu Jun closed the door and was still unhappy.

I was already feeling resentful when I got home from get off work, and then I was taken to the dock and had to walk a long way before I could get home.

Even after coming back, I still don't have a rest. My husband is still not considerate.

Don’t you know that you should give your wife enough emotional value when she comes home from get off work?

What's the point of putting a gun to your head?

They are all used to it!

Chu Jun became angrier and angrier the more he thought about it. Even when Mo Heng came to bring him a midnight snack, he didn't get the slightest bit of a good look from him.

"Don't be angry, Doctor Chu. Give me a bowl of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall. This is Chunyanfang's signature dish. I just went to buy it myself. Doctor Chu, please give me some face."

Chu Jun paused to close the door upon hearing this and looked at the tray in Mo Heng's hand.

The soup bowl is made of blue and white porcelain and is covered with a blue and white porcelain lid. The lid knob is in the shape of a boat, which is indeed a characteristic of Chunyanfang.

It’s not easy to order the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall at Chunyanfang. I don’t know what tricks Young Master Mo used to get this bowl so late at night.

The temptation of delicious food has always been applicable to Chu Yun. Chu Yun felt a little relieved when he smelled the fragrance.

"Let's go to the restaurant to eat?" Mo Heng asked tentatively.

Chu Jun didn't say anything, but still let go of his hand and let Mo Heng push the door open.

Mo Heng just noticed that Dr. Chu had changed into pajamas and was probably getting ready for bed.

If I had come back a little later and disturbed Chu Jun's sleep, I would probably have been beaten by Dr. Chu.

Thinking of this, Mo Heng secretly rejoiced.