Chapter 3708: Skill is better than skill.

Mo Nanjue stood there with his hands in his pockets, gazing at the center of the field like a king, "That's not necessarily the case. Do you really trust me?"

Mu Bailiang tilted his head and said, "Of course I'm relieved. You don't want to accept it?"

Mo Nanjue curled his lips indifferently, without any sign of impatience, "I don't care, it's just multiple places."

"Anyway, your wound has only just healed, and you need more exercise to recover. I will take you to have your fingerprints recorded later. From today on, you will be the chief training officer here."

Mu Bailiang raised his hand as he spoke, and an agent hurriedly ran down.

Less than ten minutes later, the elevator door opened again, and a tall foreign man walked out.

Michael was wearing a black training suit and bowed his head respectfully, "Master."

"Come here quickly."

Mu Bailiang waved to him, and then walked to Mo Nanjue, "He is the base's chief field officer, his name is Michael. You are on the same line now, he is in charge of field operations, and you are in charge of planning training."

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Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes slightly.

He remembered this person very clearly. He appeared with Muchengfei in Bali at that time.

Chen An gave him a nickname...

Hybrid rice?!

Michael walked up to him and stretched out his hand, "Hello, Mr. Jue."

Mo Nanjue stared at him coldly, not even taking out his hand. Michael smiled, suddenly made a move, and held his shoulder with his five fingers!

Mo Nanjue's handsome face suddenly fell, and he clasped his wrist with his backhand. Michael shook it with his other hand and suddenly attacked his waist!

Mo Nanjue turned sideways and quickly ducked behind him when he came to swing his fist. Michael's wrist was freed and he clenched it tightly into a fist——

The moment he turned around and attacked, Mo Nanjue grabbed his waist with both hands. Michael subconsciously turned around to avoid it, and his wrist was grabbed hard again!

There was a click, and his right arm was twisted and dislocated. Michael gritted his teeth. As he withdrew, Mo Nanjue suddenly bent down and threw him out over his shoulder!

boom--

His body fell on the fitness rack, and his boxing gloves fell all over the floor.

The bodyguard beside him wanted to draw his gun, but Mu Bailiang stopped him. It was Michael who wanted to test Mo Nanjue first. It was a normal reaction for him to take the shot.

All the trained agents stopped to watch the two men fighting and applauded in unison.

Mo Nanjue stood up straight and wrapped the bandage on his palm unhurriedly.

He always had a cold face and showed no emotion.

Michael propped himself up, wiped the corners of his mouth and walked over, "Young Master Jue is so skillful, I'm willing to give you the upper hand."

"We are all a family now, don't say such outlandish words," Mu Bailiang said with a smile. He looked at the newcomers, "Let Young Master Jue train them from now on. The better than the old."

Michael's eyes fell on the gauze on the left side of his face, which seemed to be a little swollen, "Master... your face?"

Mu Bai's face darkened and he didn't want to answer. He turned around and walked towards the command room, "I'll take you to familiarize yourself with the base's specific terrain and facilities."

After hearing this, Michael walked up to him and introduced him. It could be seen that he did have a certain status in the base.

Mo Nanjue listened attentively and took a rough sketch of the base's distribution map. Mu Bailiang took him to the fingerprint room on the top floor and activated the intermediate protection system.

The screen flashed and a confirmation instruction appeared——

【Please spread your fingers and cover them.】
Chapter completed!