The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

"found it."

It took a full hour and a half before Xiaoxing's voice awakened Jun Moyao, who was immersed in culinary art.

Jun Moyao could hear the relief in its tone.

Obviously, the mission just now put great pressure on Xiaoxing.

Following Xiaoxing's voice, a clear positioning map appeared in Jun Moyao's mind at the right time.

Jun Moyao conveyed his own arrangement in his mind: "I'll save Uncle Yang, pay attention to this place."

"If someone is looking for me, respond with my character, I believe you can do it."

Xiao Xing: "Master, don't worry, I know."

Jun Moyao continued: "If you are undecided, you can communicate with me at any time, and I will give you a reasonable choice in time."

Xiao Xing: "Okay, master, hurry up and rescue old man Yang."

"Otherwise, we really don't have a trustworthy person here, and it's really hard to do things."

"understood."

Jun Moyao glanced at 'myself' on the smart massage chair, and then quietly disappeared into the office.

And 'Jun Moyao' in the office is working very professionally and attentively.

When the servant brought in the tea, he didn't realize that the master in front of him was just a virtual projection.

Jun Moyao, who was still here at the time, was very satisfied with the result, and even praised Xiaoxing a few words.

This spoiled Xiao Xing's beauty.

It's just that he was busy with the important matters arranged by the master at that time, so he didn't have time to get flustered.

After Jun Moyao left the Shengrui palace group, he quietly followed the map provided by Xiaoxing to quickly go there.

At the same time, he took out his private communicator and contacted Jons.

And the communication he typed was handed over to Jons before his departure.

In order not to reveal his current location, Jun Moyao did not turn on the video call.

"My lord."

As soon as the communication bell rang, Jons' voice came from the opposite side in a low voice, "Time is too tight, I only found out part of it."

"Say."

Jun Moyao urged concisely.

From the voice and tone coming from the opposite side, he could also guess that Jons' side was not safe either.

Instead of wasting time and having an accident, it is better to cut the mess quickly.

"First of all, there must be your Jun family's handwriting in it. In the news I found, I found traces of Jun Mingyou."

"Secondly, the Dill family is also involved in this matter."

Speaking of this, Jons paused slightly, "I just came back and found out that they put my sister under house arrest."

"Fortunately, I didn't alarm others before I came back, otherwise I'm afraid I wouldn't have the chance to track down these things."

"In addition, several families of Sheng Ruixing participated."

After listening to him, Jun Moyao said in a low voice: "Try to write down the list of all the people who participated. As for your family's affairs, you can deal with them."

"Yes."

Jons respectfully agreed, "Then what are your plans, my lord?"

Jun Moyao: "Let them have fun for a while before talking."

There was no joy or anger in the man's tone, let alone any real intentions in his heart.

"Master, I will wait for your words."

But Jons could hear an inexplicable enthusiasm from his attitude.

I can't help but think back to the year before the Jun family chose to be the next successor.

Dozens of young masters and ladies in the family are working hard to express themselves.

Show skills, show IQ, show EQ, show communication...

In short, there are shows and everything.

Only Jun Moyao, the marginalized young master, was ignored by no one, and he didn't show off his abilities and methods in front of outsiders.