Chapter 962: Brazen Threats

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Hmm, Ill deal with Mo Er before pulling him in.

At this moment, Mo Er, who was still dawdling at the company and had no intention of going home tonight, did not know what those sn.o.bs were thinking.

Hmm, who cares?

Knock, knock

Someone was at the door.

Mo Er sat at his desk and composed himself. Come in.

When he saw the person who came in, Mo Er was very surprised.

Guan Tezhu?

How did he arrive so quickly!?

Guan Tezhus smiling face made Mo Ers heart tremble.

As the saying goes: subordinates are reflections of their bosses.

Guan Tezhu was indeed worthy of being his big brothers right-hand man for all these years. He was the kind of person who could kill a listed company with a smile!

There is a type of person: the more they smile, the more dangerous they are. Guan Tezhu was such a person.

MO Er could hazard a guess as to the reason for Guan Tezhus sudden appearance. His brother must have already thought of how to deal with him!

As expected, it was impossible to hide!

h.e.l.lo, Vice-President Mo

Heh.

MO Xu sat up straight. Ahem, if you have something to say, just say it!

He might be walking to his doom, but at the very least, he would get the chance to reincarnate a little earlier!

Guan Tezhu smiled warmly.

It seems Vice-President MOs self-awareness has grown. If that is the case, then there is no need for me to beat about the bush.

Mm. By order of President MO, Vice-President MO is to pack his luggage immediately.

Pack his luggage?

What was his brother planning?

MO Ers gaze became cautious. What does my brother want to do to me? He asked.

Guan Tezhu was still beaming. Bah, he was just a smiling tiger!

Whatever do you mean? Youre mistaken, Vice-President Mo. President MO merely requires your expertise in a certain area. It so happens that the branch office in South Africa has recently accepted a rather large project. It was by coincidence that Before Guan Tezhu could finish his sentence, MO Er interrupted him.

South Africa? Im not going!

MO Er would rather go to the Southeast Asian branch office than South Africa, that G.o.dforsaken land!

Whether you go or not isnt up for discussion, Vice-President Mo. Youve been booked on a flight departing for South Africa in two hours. President

MO foresaw your need for help in packing your luggage, so he has very kindly sent people to a.s.sist you. Shall I call for them?

MO Er was livid. He knew what his brother was up to and refused to budge. No. Im not going. I didnt agree to it anyway!

Guan Tezhus expression did not change despite MO Ers outburst. He merely clapped his hands.

Immediately, a group of burly men in suits barged in. There were eight of them. How was he supposed to escape?

Unless he grew a pair of wings, there was no escaping his fate.

Guan Tezhu signalled the leader of the security detail. Go to the waiting room and help Vice-President MO pack the clothes hell need for his trip in South Africa.

Yes.

MO Er was speechless. Softly, he asked, Guan Tezhu, can I go to the bathroom?

Oh, no! President MO specifically said that regardless of whether the Vice-President needs to use the washroom or not, he may do so only after boarding the plane. Im terribly sorry for the inconvenience, Vive-President Mo.

For the time being, please do your best to negotiate with your bladder. You wouldnt want to embarra.s.s yourself in front of all the staff now, would you?

Im screwed!

MO Er had intended to make a last-ditch effort to escape, but it no longer seemed possible.

Guan Tezhu shot a look at two of the remaining bodyguards. They responded instantaneously, hooking MO Er by his arms and dragging him away from his chair.

Hey, hey, hey! What are you guys doing? Unhand me this instant! Let me speak to my brother!

Unfortunately, n.o.body listened.

Vice-President MO, please dont make a scene. Im sure you wouldnt want to be stuffed into a sack now, would you? All we ask for is your kind cooperation in this matter. Guan Tezhu spoke with such consideration yet seemed unperturbed by the threat clinging to his words.