C5

Lang Yan folded his hands across his chest and laughed. "You just said bomb? Don't tell me you think that I sent you a bomb? "

Hee Zhuolun, "..."

He was closer to Lang Yan, so he had of course heard the sound coming from inside long ago. However, he didn't think that it was a bomb, otherwise, he wouldn't have stood there motionlessly.

Furthermore, as the Young Master of the Hee Family, what kind of person hadn't he seen before? If he didn't even have the ability to judge others, then wouldn't living this long for nothing?

"If I really want to bomb you guys, I can just throw a powerful bomb at your villa. How can I let you guys find out that the bomb inside is a bomb, and even send yourself to the door, killing yourselves for nothing? Am I that stupid? " Lang Yan slowly withdrew his smile, "Mr Hee, being careful is a good thing, but if you are too cautious, there is a possibility of something bad happening."

He put on his helmet, got on his motorcycle and headed towards the gift box, picked up the gift, and threw it in front of Hee Zhuolun. Then, he rode his bike and left.

It was unknown if it was because he had used too much strength, or if it was because the box had been forcefully thrown out twice, but cracks had appeared on the surface of the box.

Hee Zhuolun couldn't help but be startled when he saw the gift.

The bodyguard who was pressing down on him suddenly widened his eyes, revealing a terrified expression. This was because the gift in the gift box was the bomb that they had previously mentioned.

The bomb was set up in a special way, with a clockwise, minute, and second hand clock on it, but it had stopped spinning. Below it was the electronic clock. What was horrifying was that the electronic clock had only one second left, which meant that there was one second left before the bomb would explode.

"Young master, be careful." The two bodyguards anxiously pushed Hee Zhuolun back to the ground, with a dong sound, Hee Zhuolun's face once again touched the ground closely, but this time, they did not press further, but forehead.

"…" Hee Zhuolun's face darkened, the first thought in his mind was not about the bomb, but to remove the two bodyguards who had overprotected him.

Then, with a bang, the bomb exploded. However, it was not loud, like the sound of fireworks.

The two bodyguards didn't feel any pain in their body and looked puzzled. After a few seconds passed, they vigilantly and slowly raised their heads, only to see colorful pieces of paper fluttering in the air as if celebrating or making fun of them.

Hee Zhuolun's face darkened. "Get up quickly."

He had never felt so ashamed in his life.

"Yes." The two bodyguards immediately stood up and helped Hee Zhuolun up.

At this moment, a well-dressed middle-aged man walked over with calm steps. He ordered the bodyguard in a cold voice, "The two of you, pack up your bags and return to our home."

He had never seen a bodyguard protecting his master while injuring his master. If it weren't for the fact that they were loyal to their master, they wouldn't have been able to return to the main house.

"Yes." The two bodyguards looked at Hee Zhuolun's bloody forehead, both feeling guilty and afraid, and did not dare to say a word.

The middle-aged man looked at Hee Zhuolun, and asked with a pained heart: "Young Master, are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Hee Zhuolun frowned, he rubbed his swollen belly, seeing the piece of paper on the floor, he stopped for a moment, then bent down to pick up the paper. The piece of paper was square in shape and about ten centimeters long. There was also a picture of a beautiful little boy with a very bright smile on his face.

He narrowed his eyes and passed the paper slip to the middle-aged man: "Uncle Wu, look, isn't the child on this piece of paper the me that I was when I was young?"

Martial arts looked down and his cold face softened. "He is not the young master from a young age."

He scanned the other pieces of paper and found that they were all painted by their young masters, but all of them were of different ages. There were babies and children, and teenagers and middle-aged people, and there were old men, so that one could see the painters, and the painters, and the painters, and the painters, were so profound and attentive that they made the people in the pictures seem lifelike.

In addition, there were different numbers written on the back of the paper.

Martial Arts found other bodyguards and asked them to pick up the piece of paper without missing a single piece. Then, they found a piece of paper that wrote: According to the numbers on the bottom of the piece of paper, fold it into a small book. There will be a surprise waiting for you.

Hee Zhuolun raised his brows, "Surprise? I want to see what kind of surprise it is. "

Martial Arts understood what he meant, and ordered the bodyguards to arrange the papers.

Hee Zhuolun passed the piece of paper back to Martial Arts and asked: "Uncle Wu, how is the investigation on Lang Yan progressing?"

Last night, after Lang Yan closed the video, he immediately sent people to investigate this person.

Martial arts said: "For the time being, I don't have an idea."

"The person just now was Lang Yan. You can check from the villa across us."

"Alright."

Hee Zhuolun picked up the box on the ground and looked at it carefully.

These so-called bombs were actually modified from fireworks. After equipping the clocks, wires, and zero wires, it was like a real bomb.

To be honest, he really didn't think that there would be anyone in this world who would dare to mess with him, and even beat him up twice in a row.

Hee Zhuolun laughed, the smile was extremely gentle and enchanting, but the martial arts beside him felt a chill down his spine.

He took the gift box back to the villa and applied the medicine on his forehead. Then, he drove out of the villa by himself without waiting for the paper to be ordered.