Mo Nanjue pursed his pale thin lips, he lifted his eyes to glance, seven thirty-three.
Still twenty-seven minutes left.
He paid no attention to Chen An, once again glanced at the Men in Black, "Go get it."
Chen An blocked the Men in Black in front, "Not allowed to go."
The Men in Black looked at him in distress, he naturally listened to Mo Nanjue, "Young Master An, Young Master's order..."
"If he orders you to kill him, what will you do?"
Upon hearing this, the Men in Black were stunned, "This..."
"He's indirectly ordering you to kill him. If you dare, feel free to try."
The Men in Black immediately dared not move.
Mo Nanjue lifted his head, his expression sinister, "What, my words don't work anymore, huh?"
"Young Master..."
Mo Nanjue pushed away Chen An's hand, "Don't be an eyesore here."
