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1471. Chapter 1471 He is not in the Euclidean Group

"Bang--"

In response to Lan Jue, Mark's fierce punch, as if the anger that had been held in his heart for a long time burst out in an instant, his eyes were filled with amazing sharpness, and he gritted his teeth, "Silver Technique, take this sentence back to me!"

Mark clasped his fists and stared at Lan Jue who was standing up from the sofa. He glanced at the blood on the corner of his mouth. A hint of undetectable heartache flashed through his eyes. Finally, he stepped forward and grabbed his collar.

"I'll say it again, take it back!"

"mark, it's enough to have you brother..."

"If I were a brother, take back that sentence!" mark roared.

He has always been a silly person, and everything is not attracted to his eyes.

Apart from the medicine that is of interest, it is really hard to have anything that can catch his eyes, let alone anger him so easily.

He would question Lan Jue, not because he was afraid of death, but because he was worried that Lan Jue would ruin himself because of his temporary obsession.

But Lan Jue's words really touched his reverse scale!

"Jue, let me go, it's not that you worry about me, it's that you look down on me, I don't have any great skills, but since I have accompanied you to this point, no matter what is ahead, I will accompany you to the end!"

After a pause, Mark looked up at him again, "As long as you are sure this is what you want, brothers will always be with you..."

Mark stared at Lan Jue with complicated eyes, lifted his medicine box, and turned around and entered the secret passage.

His ethereal voice came out when the secret passage was about to close, "I will take over the work in the laboratory. Your identity is sensitive. I will take charge of all the work on the table for you. Jue, I hope you will not regret it for a day!"

With his long eyes down, the mark's white figure quickly disappeared in front of him.

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A black sports car quickly passed through the national highway by the sea and stopped in front of the Ou family's ancestral house with a silence.

Before the sports car could stop, a thin figure turned over from the driver's seat, rushed to the door of the Ou family's ancestral house, and rang the doorbell.

When the housekeeper heard the movement, he came out to open the door. Seeing the people standing in front of the door, he couldn't help but be stunned, "Young Master Lan Er, why are you here?"

The old housekeeper of the Ou family knew a little about Lan Rui. Seeing that there was no bodyguard behind him, he quickly turned his body and asked him to go into the yard first.

Standing outside the gate, if there is a sniper, it will be a living target!

"Where is O'Jersey, I want to see him!"

Lan Rui has always been direct, and he will tell the purpose of the trip when he opens his mouth.

There was a hint of silence in his nervous expression, and his slightly pale face looked a little heroic in the sunlight. His thin figure was shiny and shiny, so it would not make people feel unreliable at all.

His military temperament makes people feel solemn.

"The head of the family left in the morning, and the subordinates don't know when he will come back."

"But he is not in the Eurocratic Group."

Lan Rui suddenly made a sound, his hands tightened.

Before he came to the Ou Family's ancestral house, he had already gone to the Ou Family Group. He couldn't find anyone and could not get through the phone, so he didn't even bring the bodyguard and rushed to the Ou Family's ancestral house.

As a result, I was lost!

"This... Mr. Lan and Miss Miao left this morning. The head of the family should have been looking for someone."

"Miao Ling'er?"

Lan Rui stopped and turned around to look at the butler, with confusion in his eyes, "Is it the little girl Qi Mingye brought back?"

Uh... Little girl, this title really made the butler feel a little confused about how to answer the conversation. He cleared his throat and looked at Lan Rui.
Chapter completed!
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