Yan Murong got angry when he saw the king hooking his finger at him.
He is not the kind of explosive barrel that is just a little bit. But he doesn't like others to hook fingers at him---whether it's a man or a woman, whether it's a provocation or a teasing.
Although the old man has a stubborn temper, he is not very popular.
Sometimes, Yan Murong couldn't figure out who his temper looked like? The people from the Yan family were calm and introverted. The old man had a stubborn temper, but he was the kind of person who didn't talk much. When he encountered something People who can hide as far as they can.
Perhaps it was a bit of a neutralization between the two, and a "freak" like Yan Murong was born.
However, compared with those explosive barrels, Yan Murong's temperament is much better---at least. He is angry, but he will also use his brain.
So when he saw the king hooking his finger at him, Yan Murong smiled. He smiled so brightly. Then he stepped open his legs and walked towards the door of the building.
Jenny wanted to hold him up, but she didn't have the courage. She could only follow Yan Murong with a look of worry.
"Boy. This is Hong Kong. Not the Mainland. I said that if you can get out of this building, I am the one you raised." The king of king looked at Yan Murong with a disdainful smile.
There are many others now, so he became hard and forgot about the scene of fleeing in a panic by Yan Murong's eyes before.
So what if you look terrible? Can you kill people with your eyes? No, but the watermelon knife in my group of people can kill people.
The gate of the building was blocked. Some white-collar workers who had gotten off work were blocked in the hall. They hid from a distance and looked at the door. No one dared to go over.
It was probably someone called the police. At this time, a sirens suddenly sounded on the street. Then, two policemen in uniform pushed the crowd away and walked over.
But before he could speak, one of them looked fierce and had a colorful man with tattoos on his arms walked over.
"Ah sir. We are doing things. Just pretend you didn't see it."
"Big Sword Dragon. Pay attention to who you are talking to. Let your people disperse quickly. Just a few days after coming out. Do you want to go in for tea again?" the policeman scolded at the man.
"Haha. Ah sir. I misunderstood." The man laughed, not seemingly afraid of the police in front of him.
"The king of kings. The prince is waiting for his friends. Look-----"
Prince.
When the two policemen heard the man's words, they were stunned. Then they looked at each other and pretended that they hadn't seen anything. They turned around and got into the police car. Then they pulled the sirens and rushed away.
Yan Murong smiled bitterly.
This kind of thing is not unusual. If you don’t talk about China, just talk about the whole world. As long as there are people in the corners, the same thing will happen. This is the rule of this world. I don’t know how long it has lasted.
Money, power--------separate are two names. But when combined, it becomes a verb----- money-power transaction.
And this kind of business is more profitable than mining coal or oil.
It is obvious that the name of the king among the king has been known to these policemen. When they heard that it was him, they immediately turned around and left.
Waiting for friends. Damn, are there any gangsters who are holding thirty or forty steel pipe watermelon knives waiting for friends? Even if they say this to three-year-old children, they probably won't believe it.
"Boy, don't expect the police to help you." The king of kings looked proud. "The police in Hong Kong. As long as I speak, no one dares to care about my affairs------ My nameless ghost under my command. Tell me. .What's your name?"
"My name is Zheng Wuming." Yan Murong said.
When Teng Xiangling heard Yan Murong's words, he wanted to laugh. But the current situation was really wrong. She endured it back. Her beautiful little face was red, like constipation.
"Zheng Wuming. Dog shit." The king of kings said disdainfully. "Who do you think you are? Wuming."
"Yes, yes, yes. Zheng Wuming is indeed a shit." Yan Murong said with a pity, but the smile was full of vulgarity.
"Why? I want to apologize. It's too late." The king of kings snorted coldly. "Even if you are shit, I'll go up and step on it today."
Teng Xiangling simply turned around and shook his shoulders. He was obviously holding back the strong smile.
This guy is so bad.
It's really unimaginable. If Zheng Wuming knew about this, he would vomit blood three times immediately. Then he took off his shirt and came to Yan Murong with his bare arms to fight desperately.
"I didn't want to apologize." Yan Murong shrugged her shoulders, and the smile on her face became stronger. "I just think that such a fun game is less and there are fewer people. It's really not interesting. What do you think."
"Yeah." The king of the king looked at Yan Murong for no reason and thought to himself. Is this kid so scared? He is already a 34th person. There are still few people.
"I don't understand, right?" Yan Murong explained. "I mean. Since you, Young Master Wang, is so awesome, even the police in Hong Kong have done it. Why not take advantage of this time the police will ignore it. Let's make the big deal more difficult again. How about it?------ Look. You called so many people. If I didn’t call some people, wouldn’t it be too disgrace to give you face?"
The king suddenly realized.
Love this guy has been talking so much. He doesn't want to apologize and admit his mistakes, but wants to call someone.
Indeed, Yan Murong just wanted to call someone.
There are thirty or forty people. It’s okay for him to deal with it alone. Even if he can’t beat it, can’t he still run? Yan Murong believes that if he wants to run, no one can catch up with him.
But now Teng Xiangling and Jenny are still behind him. He can take care of one and no one else. So the best way is to call Duan Zixuan and ask him to help.
"Okay, okay, very interesting." The king of kings laughed. "Okay. I'll give you a chance to call people. Come on. I see how many people you can call."
"That's great." Yan Murong looked excited. "Actually, I like the excitement, too. I see you are a fellow fellow."
After saying that, Yan Murong took out his cell phone and dialed Duan Zixuan's phone number.
"Murong. You can really cause trouble." The phone call was answered, and a bitter smile came from inside. Obviously, he knew what Yan Murong was doing at this time.
"I just knew that nothing could be hidden from you." Yan Murong laughed. "I'm asking you to borrow someone. I don't know if you can do it."
"It's just the Wang family." Duan Zixuan's tone was full of disdain. He didn't take the Wang family seriously at all. "I'm also in Hong Kong. I'm ready. I'm on the road now."
"You are really the worm in my belly." Yan Murong said with a smile.