Free Web NovelChapter 630: Chapter 630: Bo Qingzhi: Beaten Up?
Tong Yan suddenly stood up in the adjacent room, "I think I heard Yimo’s voice."
Bo Qingzhi poured her a cup of tea, sat down on the sofa beside her, "Sister-in-law, how is that possible? How could Little Mo show up here."
Tong Yan thought about it too. After all, who would come to the military district for no reason? She stood up, walked to the window, and watched the soldiers coming and going below, dressed in olive-green uniforms, their upright gait was truly a sight to behold.
Bo Yimo shouted once, no one came, but it did scare a few soldiers nearby, making them a bit hesitant, unsure whether to step forward. Before he retired, his rank was higher than theirs, and he was quite familiar with the soldiers’ martial moves.
Young Marshal, you said to take out our best skills and fight to the death, but we really don’t dare!
No, it’s not that we don’t dare, even if we did fight to the death, we wouldn’t win!
More importantly, he’s your brother, General Bo’s own son. If anything happens to him, we couldn’t bear the consequences!
Oh, judging from the current situation, we’re the ones who might end up hurt.
Young Master Mo’s skills are no joke. We’re pretty renowned in the military district too, and it’s been over ten minutes of fighting. Several brothers are already wounded, yet Young Master Mo remains calm and unruffled.
Let’s just say, everyone in the Bo Family is a freak.
Bo Yimo shouted again, but there was no response. With a cold laugh, he took advantage of the soldiers’ hesitation, kicked away the soldier blocking his path, and walked to the door, kicking it open.
The door, already not very sturdy, flew off its hinges.
The soldiers’ expressions were like this: (⊙ o ⊙) Ah!
No wonder they’re brothers; they act the same. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
Bo Yimo didn’t go out, instead, he crossed his arms, leaned against the wall, and his voice turned cold, "Bring Bo Qingzhi over."
With the door kicked open, the fight couldn’t continue. The leading soldier nodded and ran next door to knock on the door.
Bo Qingzhi opened the door, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "What’s up? Got beaten up?"
Soldier: ...
Young Marshal, this is your own brother. Is it really okay for you to say that!
The soldier broke out in a cold sweat, paused, then opened his mouth, "Young Marshal, Young Master Mo asked you to come over."
Upon saying this, he felt a bit uneasy. Earlier, the Young Marshal told them to hold out for twenty minutes and go all out against Young Master Mo, but they barely managed ten minutes. Young Marshal, they really did their best!
Thinking of having to run five hundred laps with added weight, life felt bleak and without hope.
Bo Qingzhi chuckled, patted his shoulder, "You’ve worked hard. Let the brothers have a good rest."
The soldiers, expecting punishment, were moved beyond words and felt even more loyal to him in their hearts.
Bo Qingzhi walked out of the room, slowly headed to the adjacent room, and upon seeing Bo Yimo, his lips curved upward, "Little Mo, what a coincidence."
Bo Yimo spoke lightly, "Let’s have a fight."
Bo Qingzhi raised an eyebrow, from the black military boots up were long legs, the camo uniform fitting him perfectly, exuding a heroic aura, "Starting with a fight isn’t quite right, is it?"
Bo Yimo, nonchalantly, "Enough talk, are we fighting or not?"
"Fight."
With those words, Bo Qingzhi took off his uniform, revealing a white tank top underneath, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his muscular arms with perfectly defined lines, faintly showing an eight-pack. Such a physique was the golden ratio, the ideal body.
Tong Yan saw it and couldn’t help but want to praise it, but still, her movie star at home was the most handsome, with the best figure.
