Gu Mochen's lips curled into a smile tinged with mockery, his dark eyes swirling with both an apology and irony.
Gu Mochen, you motherfucker, you've finally met your day.
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After Gu Mochen had collected his emotions, he adjusted himself and took the private elevator straight down to the underground garage on the first floor.
He hadn't forgotten... that piece of scum Wang Wu was right here...
Secretary Zhou and the other bodyguards had been waiting here for a long time; when they saw Gu Mochen's tall figure approaching, they greeted him with the utmost respect, not daring to show any negligence.
Wang Wu's entire scalp was bloody, having just had his hair yanked out, so his scalp was torn, and the blood had already dried.
Gu Mochen's gaze swept coolly over the man in front of him, then his thin lips pursed slightly.
"Wake him up..."
"Yes, Boss Gu."