Godly Farmer

0The man they sent was taken away so quickly, which was a surprise to Bob, McKennel. But it was nothing, because the people who were caught did not know about him. In other words, even if they said everything, they wouldn't expose themselves.    0

    

As an expert who was skilled in this field, he naturally wouldn't be so foolish as to personally find some outlaws to do this kind of thing. One must know that if he was arrested, he would have to go to jail.    

    

He didn't want to waste his life in prison. Now was the time for him to be proud of himself. How could such a thing happen?    

    

Bob had already given up his expectations of the president's position, but he never would have thought that. That idiot, Tom, obviously had a good grasp of the situation. He was actually frightened by a few branches of the Fante, and even wanted to wait and see. How could such a thing be allowed to happen?    

    

With McKenji's current momentum, as long as the Fante was defeated, there was no other opponent in the world that could threaten him. Of course, if he wanted to defeat the Fante, he could only stretch out his fingers. Because that little guy came from the distant Huaxia, and here... They were the boss.    

    

However, it seemed like there was a small problem there. A mysterious expert had appeared in a small branch of the Fante. This was really strange.    

    

However, Bob didn't believe the news that came from that branch. As the saying went, every shop had the same expert. That was probably just a scare.    

    

There weren't many shops in the America, but there were more than a dozen of them in the Fante. If it was really like what he said, he would need more than a dozen of these mysterious experts. Hehe, God knows where to find so many experts. Even the President might not be able to find so many, right?    

    

Mm, that's right! If there were really so many experts, they would either go to protect the President or assassinate the President. Who would be so full to protect a small fast food branch!    

    

Just as he was thinking about what to do next, someone knocked on the door.    

    

"Come in!" Bob sat on the boss chair, showing the majesty of the CEO.    

    

A trusted subordinate pushed the door open and entered, but his face was a little ugly.    

    

"What's wrong? Eric, the police department shouldn't be able to find any information about you, right?" Bob asked.    

    

Eric did not answer him. Instead, he strode forward and grabbed Bob by the collar, pulling him up from the chair.    

    

"Damn it, what are you doing, you son of a b * tch?" Bob was shocked.    

    

Eric would never be rude to him, but the situation seemed to be out of his control.    

    

"Mr. Bob, the branch of Fante suffered some losses today because of the harassment of the criminals. We have to waive the customers' bills, but it was your idea that caused all of this. It's a pity that you have to pay the victims ten times the price. Do you understand?" Eric said word by word.    

    

Bob was even more shocked. This was not the usual Eric. In other words, Eric was hypnotized?    

    

But damn it, where could he find such a powerful hypnotist, to be able to hypnotize people to such a degree without anyone knowing?    

    

When he thought of this, Bob suddenly broke out in cold sweat.    

    

Just now, he didn't believe that there were so many experts in Fante, but the opponent even had such a hypnotizing expert, let alone some skilled fighters.    

    

Fortunately, he didn't have the time to do more things, or else he would have been in trouble.    

    

"I'm willing to compensate the Fante's losses tenfold, regardless of whether these things were made by me or not..." Bob didn't want to use this as evidence, so he could pay for it, but he couldn't admit it.    

    

"Oh, don't play any tricks, Mr. Bob." Eric looked at him with a smile that was not a smile. "Whether you did it or not, you and I know it very well. However, what you have to pay is not just compensation. Compensation is what happens later. You let people harass the customers in the shop. Two of the women's clothes were torn by the criminals you sent, and they even wanted to humiliate them. I'm sorry, this is also ten times more expensive..."    

    

" Bastard, wake up, do you know what you're doing? " Bob shivered and struggled with all his might, trying to wake Eric up.    

    

He had heard that hypnosis could not go against one's will. It should be easy to wake him up if he gave him some stimulation at this moment.    

    

However, with his small body, how could he possibly beat Eric, who was taller than others? Before ___ could slap him in the face, Eric had already pushed him to the ground.    

    

F * ck! Bob wanted to cry but had no tears. You are too direct. You don't need to take off your pants, do you?    

    

"Bastard, stop..." Bob did not want to become a broken chrysanthemum with injuries all over his body.    

    

* Chi La... *    

    

A large tear had been torn open on his shirt. This wasn't the end. He stretched out his hand towards the other party's pants.    

    

"Don't!" Bob really cried. This was really going to be bad!    

    

Was this really the Fante's doing? Who was it? Which bastard had used such an underhanded trick? If he had the ability, he would do it openly, as long as he didn't touch his father's pants!    

    

Chi...    

    

Unfortunately, these thoughts did not affect Eric's behavior.    

    

Now, science had gradually proven that the thoughts were born before matter, so it was the thoughts that created the world.    

    

Since the mind could create matter, it could also destroy matter. Naturally, it can prevent anything from happening. However... It was obvious that Eric's mind could not reach that level of intensity. It was not enough to change the fact that his pants were torn.    

    

Do you think this is the end? Of course not. If he wanted to molest someone, breaking his pants was only the first step.    

    

Next, Eric took the method of going from top to bottom and stretched out his hand...    

    

Fortunately, just as he reached his chest, there was already a rapid knock on the door.    

    

"Help!" Bob was really scared. He didn't dare imagine what would happen next. He quickly shouted for help.    

    

The office was soundproof. It was very noisy inside. It was basically quiet outside. Even if one stood by the door, they could only hear very little sounds.    

    

This design made it very convenient for the private interaction between the boss and the secretary. Of course, not all of the design was for interaction, but it had achieved such an effect at this moment.    

    

Bob desperately called for help. Naturally, the people outside heard the sound too. They did not know what was happening inside, so they hurriedly rushed in.    

    

The moment he slammed the door open, he saw Eric's hand still on Bob's chest. Both of their bodies were in an awkward position, and their expressions were dull.    

    

"Uh... I... I'm sorry, Mr. Bob, I didn't know you... You are busy. I'm sorry, I suddenly remembered something else!" The man quickly walked back.    

    

"I am sorry, Mr. Bob. What happened?" Eric, who seemed to have lost his memory, looked at Bob in shock. Why did it look like he had been molested?    

    

But he did not like men!