The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 412 - 411: What Does He Want?_1

Chapter 412: Chapter 411: What Does He Want?_1

"This mission has been leaked," Jun Mochan entered from outside.

Zhou Xian and One exchanged a glance, their expressions heavy: "We just discussed this issue. All those involved are people we trust, so we can’t point the finger.

The ones involved in this secretive mission are brothers who have been through life and death with them, it wouldn’t be good to suspect any of them.

"It’s not them, it’s my superiors." Jun Mochan looked a little sour.

Zhou Xian and One sought to understand his words, tentatively asking: "Are you talking about the old man of the Jun family?"

"It’s just a guess, not necessarily."

Yet Zhou Xian and One were aware that Jun Mochan would not hazard such guesses unless he had heard something suspicious.

"They’re dissatisfied with Ranran, and I’ve been staying here for her for so long. Now that I’ve appeared, they haven’t asked me to go back. Doesn’t this seem unusual to you?"

The grandparents had been eager for him to take over the Jun family’s power. Now during this turbulent period, they didn’t even bother to call him once.

This was highly unusual.

"They clearly want to break up you and Ranran." Zhou Xian’s eyebrows knit together at the sides.

"They sure do wish." If something happened to Ye Ranran, it’s doubtful he would still keep the Jun family.

"By the way, the Song family has been unusually quiet recently. It’s eerily silent, like the calm before a storm."

"Be careful, don’t give them anything to hold against you. Don’t wander over here unnecessarily; use your free time to find more girlfriends."

"You sound just like my mom." Zhou Xian’s lips curled into a smile.

"You’re getting older, and it’s high time you started thinking about settling down." One patted his shoulder.

"Go to hell, what right do you have to judge me?" He hadn’t even reached thirty, merely twenty-seven. Where did he get ’old’ from?

Don’t make him sound like he’s pushing eighty.

"People like me who live life on the edge should not go around messing with young girls." One said it nonchalantly.

"Enough with the nonsense, today I’m going to teach them a lesson." Jun Mochan said irritably.

Just thinking about the old man intervening made him uneasy. He still had some control over everyone else.

If the old man indeed meddled, he wasn’t confident that he could get out unscathed.

"What do you want to do?" One and Zhou Xian asked in unison.

"What to do? The terrorists are still here, aren’t they? It won’t be strange if some more accidents occur." Jun Mochan started walking towards the back.

In the whole room, organized handguns, ammunition, all were readily available.

Jun Mochan completely ignored them, picking up the gun from the center.

"Damn, what the hell are you trying to do?" One cursed.

Was he planning to destroy A city?

Jun Mochan adjusted the rifle, pointing the muzzle at One: "Destroy the Wen family."

Wen family bombed his hard-earned shopping mall, thinking they can do so without any consequences?

Forget about it.

"I’m coming too." Zhou Xian readied himself for the action.

If these guys weren’t comfortable, they also wouldn’t let others feel comfortable.

Yeah, that’s exactly how messed up they were.

"You return to City B." Jun Mochan took the gun and left.

At eight in the evening, Jun Mochan stood on the rooftop of the Four Seasons Hotel, where he could oversee the entire Wen family mansion.

The Wen family members held important positions in the government, so naturally, they couldn’t afford to live in high-profile villas.

This was a small western-style building in the heart of the city, three stories high, where all three Wen brothers lived.