3712: C3712 I'll Give You Two Slaps First

C3712 I'll Give You Two Slaps First

"Dad, how's it going? Have we won?"

As soon as Bruce Trump left the room, William Dulu, who had been waiting for a long time, went up to welcome him.

Win?

Winning my a * s!

It would be fine if William Dulu didn't say anything.

His sudden words almost angered Bruce Dulu to death.

If William Dulu hadn't spoken nonsense during the trial...

They might have already won.

However, he had given birth to William Dulu, a brainless son.

He was simply too stupid.

Bruce Dulu even suspected that William Dulu was actually his own son.

"Win? Winning my ass!" Bruce Duru snapped.

He didn't win?

So he lost?

William Damu's face darkened.

He turned to look at Kingsberg sharply. "Kingsberg, what are you doing? We spent a lot of money to invite you here, to let you win, not to make you lose."

"Do you believe I won't let you get lost now?"

Kingsberg: "! # $%..."

Sure enough, he wasn't afraid of god-like opponents, but of pig-like teammates.

If it wasn't for the signing of the contract, Kingsberg would have quit.

As the best lawyer in Mi Nation, he had no lack of cases.

To put it bluntly, there were dozens of expensive cases waiting for him to take over every day.

Even if he left the Duru Family, he could still live a good life.

"Hehe, I'm not afraid of a god-like opponent, I'm just afraid of a pig-like teammate." Kingsberg said indifferently.

William Dulu:???

What was Kingsberg talking about?

A pig-like teammate?

Who was he talking about?

"Who are you talking about?" William Dulu snapped.

"You know it yourself."

"Damn it, Kingsberg, did you really think that I wouldn't dare to tell you to scram!?"1

Hearing Kingsberg's words, William Dulu was enraged.

He was the employer, he was God.

Kingsberg actually dared to compare him to a pig, William Dulu couldn't stand it anymore.

"Sure, of course you can. To put it bluntly, I want to leave now."

"Get lost! Get lost right now!"

"Pa!"

At this moment, a loud clapping sound entered his ears.

Immediately after, a burning pain came from his face.

Obviously, he had been slapped.

And the person who had slapped him was none other than his father, Bruce Duru.

"Dad..."

"Did you hit me?"

William Dulu was dumbfounded.

He never would have thought that Bruce Dulu would want him to hit him!

Furthermore, it was to slap him in front of an outsider.

"Not only do I want to hit you, I also want to beat you to death!" As he spoke, Bruce Duru slapped William Dulu's face once again.

"Pa ~"

A loud slap rang out once again.

At this moment, the surrounding media reporters were all crazily clapping.

What was going on?

Bruce Duru actually slapped William Dulu twice in front of them.

What was going on?

Father and son turning against each other?

Could William Dulu not be the son of Bruce Dulu?

For a moment, they smelled a thick scent of gossip.

"Dad, you..." William Mumu covered his face with his right hand, his eyes staring fixedly at Bruce Duru. His eyes were already filled with sparkling tears.

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