This man must not be ordinary, several policemen thought to themselves.

Don't look at him only wearing casual clothes, and he is wearing a down jacket of several hundred yuan outside, but this guy has the temperament of an aristocracy.

If Yan Murong knew what these policemen thought, he would have to lie on the ground excitedly and roll a few times.

Aristocratic temperament? Yan Murong most of the time - oh no, he doesn't have the aristocratic temperament of this bullshit at all. He is a dick, a dick with an extraordinary identity.

If you want to talk about aristocratic temperament, maybe you can still see some in the little snake.

Killers are the best actors because they are acting with their lives.

As an excellent killer, you have to pretend to be something, just like the little snake now, sitting there with two legs on his thighs, no matter how the other party scolds, he smiles and is silent, as if he has already seen through the ending, smiling, only expressing ridicule of the opponent - or rather, Yan Murong's aristocratic temperament is just piggybacked.

"You don't care, I'll take care of it." Yan Murong said with a smile, and at the same time, grabbed Huang Xiwen's finger pointing at him.

"Click-"

The sound of bones breaking, followed by a pig-killing howl.

The fingers of the right hand are broken, and now the left hand is also broken, and no one can accept it.

Huang Xiwen wanted to scold, but the pain in his fingers made him only wail.

Yan Murong's actions made the three policemen in the room dumbfounded, and they were stunned for a while, looking at Huang Xiwen who was rolling on the ground in pain, and they didn't know what to do.

"Don't scream, doesn't it just hurt." Yan Murong impatiently pulled up Huang Xiwen and said. "Now, can we be private?"

The hero doesn't eat the loss in front of him, and the pain in his hand makes him know that the man in front of him who is always smiling is really ruthless, and if he insists, it is likely that those four fingers will also suffer, seeing that he broke his fingers in front of the police without any scruples, there must be something behind it, right?

After figuring it out, Huang Xiwen nodded again and again, indicating that he agreed to be private.

"Look, it's nice to agree early." Yan Murong laughed, patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction, fumbled in his pocket for a long time, and then took out two red tickets and some change. "That's it, you see, do I want to give you an IOU?"

"No, no." Huang Xiwen shook his head again and again, he just wanted to get out of here quickly.

"Comrade policeman, can we go?" Yan Murong turned his head and looked at a few policemen and asked.

"Since it's private, let's go." The policeman nodded. He wished he had let the men leave. Dare to do it in front of the police, who dares without a background? This surnamed Huang is the son of the deputy director of the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television, but the man in front of him who looks handsome and always has a harmless expression when he laughs is estimated to be not small, maybe it is the young master of a high-ranking official's family.

In Yanjing, the most important thing is eyesight. Maybe one day a thief is caught, it's the son of a high-ranking official to experience life.

After taking the little snake out of the police station, the two went directly to a café on Wangfujing Pedestrian Street.

"Tell me, what are you making trouble about?" Yan Murong asked the little snake while stirring the coffee.

"His surname is Huang, and his father is the deputy director of the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television, Huang Zheng." Little Snake said.

"What's wrong with that?" Yan Murong asked strangely.

"Don't you remember things in your head?" The little snake chuckled. "Forget it, I'll tell you directly, this kid is a member of the Huang family, but not the main line."

"The Huang family? Chang Xiaopeng's wife's vein? Yan Murong was stunned for a moment and asked strangely. What do you move him for? ”

"It's just fun." The little snake laughed. "You have made a move on the Chang family, I will help you by the way, I can't move the people of the Chang family, the Huang family can always move."

"Then you're using him again." Yan Murong smiled. "A branch of people, the Huang family will care?"

"So I'm just doing it for fun." The little snake smiled slyly and said. "Guess, will the Huang family turn their faces against you for that guy?"

"You're so bad—"—

At 7:30 in the evening, Yan Murong and Su Qingwu walked into the small building of the Chang family in the compound of the military region together.

Yes, he was late, half an hour later than Chang Pozhi said at seven o'clock - of course, he did it on purpose.

This is a two-story small building, compared with Yan Murong's house, this building is much smaller, and the surrounding security is not so strict, but the status of those who can live in the compound is not low.

As soon as the two of them walked into the courtyard, Chang Pozhi, who was dressed in regular home clothes, walked out and looked at Yan Murong with a smile on his face to say hello.

"Murong, you're late."

"Haha, don't mind Commander Chang." Yan Murong smiled and said. "You also know, Yanjing is a place, there is not much of anything, but there are many cars, and there is a traffic jam on the road."

"Yes, the traffic in Yanjing is really worrying." Chang Pozhi nodded yes, but scolded Yan Murong in his heart.

This little rabbit cub, if you want to find an excuse to find a decent one, it's obviously deliberately late.

Coming out with Chang Pozhi to greet him was his wife Huang Meilan, this woman was now reluctant, looking at Yan Murong and not speaking, she just stood there with her arms crossed, like a statue.

"Meilan, why don't you say hello to the guests?" Chang Pozhi said with a smile. "He, he is Yan Lao's grandson, don't care about what happened last time, have a meal together, have a glass of wine, and everything is over."

"Hmph."

Huang Meilan didn't appreciate it, snorted coldly, turned around and walked towards the house.

"Looks like we're not welcome." Yan Murong touched his nose and looked at Su Qingwu and said.

"Look at what you're saying." Chang Pozhi laughed, looked at Su Qingwu and said. "The chairman of Huayuan Group, Miss Su Qingwu, has really admired her for a long time."

"Alright, Commander Chang, can we enter the house?" Chang Pozhi wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Yan Murong. "It's not a way of hospitality to always have guests standing outside."

You're thick-skinned, and you really think of yourself as a guest? Chang Pozhi felt a lot of slander in his heart, but he always kept a smile on his face. "Yes, yes, please come inside."

"Hey, wait." Yan Murong suddenly shouted, looked at Chang Pozhi, who turned his head with a puzzled expression, and asked. "Commander Chang, this isn't a Hongmen banquet, right?"

Bullshit feast.

Chang Pozhi scolded in his heart, thinking, did you ask such a question? Hongmen Banquet? If I want to give you a feast, will I be in my own home?

"Xiaoyan, are you too careful?" Chang Pozhi smiled slightly and said. "I invited you here this time, just to let my unsuccessful son apologize to you, what a Hongmen banquet, there is no matter."

"Oh, it's an apology." Yan Murong laughed. "Okay, then you can eat this meal."