The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me

"You pretended to be dead?" Fan’s father belatedly realized he had been fooled.

"Wrong, we weren’t dead at all, we’ve been alive the whole time." Zhou Xian said innocently.

"Did you two pretend to be dead just now?" Zhou Xian deliberately asked Jun Mochan and Chu Ji.

"I was breathing the whole time." Chu Ji said irritably.

Jun Mochan wiped the gun in his hand, asked without lifting his head, "Speak up, how do you want to die."

"Cut the crap, take them all." Zhou Xian waved his hand and said.

Jun Mochan glanced at the phone thrown on the ground by Fan’s father, and someone immediately sensibly brought the phone over to him.

Jun Mochan opened it and smiled when he saw the contents.

By this time, Chu Ji had already ordered those people to place their guns on the ground.

"Go and collect the guns." He said.

The group at the front immediately went over to seize guns.

Halfway through, those people suddenly made a move, grabbed the guns on the ground, and started shooting at the people collecting.

Jun Mochan, with sharp eyes and quick hands, took them all down with a few shots.

"If you don’t want to die, put your hands behind your head." Jun Mochan said coldly.

Sure enough, those people dared not move, obediently putting their hands behind their heads.

From then on, everything proceeded smoothly.

"Patch him up, bring him over." Jun Mochan glanced at Fan’s father.

Zhou Xian and Chu Ji exchanged a look, and their eyes showed understanding.

The hotel belonged to Jun Mochan, and the group didn’t rush to leave. After changing clothes upstairs, they sat together and had a cup of tea.

Soon, Fan’s father was brought over.

In just one short hour, the positions were reversed.

"Feeling very pleased, aren’t you?" Fan’s father looked at Jun Mochan with dissatisfaction.

Jun Mochan sat on the sofa, legs up, his long legs boasting defiance.

"What’s there to be pleased about? Isn’t this the inevitable result?"

A single sentence obliterated Fan’s father.

"If it wasn’t for that slut providing you with intel, would you have succeeded so easily?"

Put simply, he’s also someone who climbs up by relying on women, what’s there to be proud of?

"Speaking of which, just right, where is Fan Rou?"

Jun Mochan never wastes time; he always prefers to get straight to the point.

Sitting in that position, he rarely needs to make small talk.

He says what he wants unless facing leaders of various countries; otherwise, no one needs him to make deliberate pleasantries.

At the same time, this is also why Zhou Xian is straightforward.

Simply put, he has the capital to be wild and prideful.

"Want to know, go find out yourself." Fan’s father showed no intention of cooperating.

"Take him away, interrogate thoroughly." Jun Mochan said.

Immediately someone took Fan’s father away.

The questioning temporarily ended here. Zhou Xian and Chu Ji thought he’d immediately leave, but unexpectedly he sat down, as if setting half a day to rest here.

"You have a wife at home to hold, why aren’t you going back?" Zhou Xian couldn’t quite understand him.

"Great if you have one to hold, but without knowing Fan Rou’s whereabouts, will Ranran let him hold her?" Chu Ji said gleefully.

Jun Mochan glanced at him, eyes icy, and Chu Ji felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, chilling him to the bone.

"I misspoke." He quickly said.

Jun Mochan withdrew his gaze.

"I think you better head back first, this won’t be figured out anytime soon." That one is hard as nails, won’t easily reveal anything.