What would you do if a beautiful woman in a skirt with bare thighs played a trick in front of you?

Is it reserved to turn your head and pretend not to see? Or do you bow your head openly and go and study what brand of the beauty's underwear is? -- The former is a hypocrite, and the latter is a real villain.

Of course, Yan Murong didn't belong to either of these two types of people - he just had an attitude of curiosity to find out if Yan Minghua was really wearing boxers.

"Is it pretty?" Yan Minghua retracted his slender thigh, and regardless of the man who was knocked unconscious by her kick, he looked at Yan Murong and asked with a smile.

"It's too fast, I can't see it clearly." Yan Murong replied honestly.

"Would you like to go back and show you clearly?"

"No need." Looking at Yan Minghua's teasing smile, Yan Murong swallowed his saliva. "I'm just afraid you'll hurt yourself."

As he was talking, the middle-aged uncle who was standing behind the counter grilling fish walked out quickly, looked at the three people who fell to the ground, and then said a few words to Yan Murong with an anxious face. It's a pity that Yan Murong didn't even understand a word.

"What did he say?" Yan Murong looked at Dong Wuyan. "It's not going to make us lose the chair, is it?"

"He told us to go." Dong Wuyan said. "He said, these people are from the Pine Leaf Dojo, and if you hit them, they will take revenge on you."

"Matsuba Dojo? What for? Yan Murong asked suspiciously.

"Don't you need to ask, underworld." Yan Minghua interjected. "The dojo in this place is actually a martial arts hall, and generally every martial arts hall is more or less connected to the underworld."

"Underworld?" Yan Murong was shocked. "Is the underworld so can't help fighting now?"

"You're amazing, okay." Yan Minghua smiled and said. "Let's go, let's go, let's run away while no one is coming."

"That's not your style." Yan Murong snickered.

"Bullshit style." Yan Minghua pouted and said. "How else? Are you still going to let me finish typing someone and sign up for a name? ――This is not our territory, more than one thing is better than one thing, let's get out of the way as soon as possible. ”

"That's right." Yan Murong thought about it and felt that this was reliable. Although he can fight, his two fists are hard to beat with four hands, and a good man can't stand up to a lot of people. What's more, with two women by his side, it is not suitable for fighting.

After speaking, Yan Murong walked to the three of them and turned over the three of them for a long time before he took out a wallet from the arms of the long-haired man. opened the wallet, took out all the money in it, put it on the table, and said to Dong Wuyan. "Tell this uncle that this is compensation for smashing his chair." ――

Yanjing, Zheng's villa.

Zheng Wuming's study was dim, and behind the desk, a little fire was bright and dim, proving that there were still people sitting behind the desk.

"Click."

The door to the study was pushed open from the outside, and a figure appeared at the door of the study.

"Big brother, are you there?"

"Zheng Xiao?" Zheng Wuming's somewhat hoarse voice came from behind the desk. "Come in, turn the lights on."

After a while, the light in the study turned on, Zheng Wuming subconsciously blocked his eyes, and after getting used to the light, he put his hand down, looking at Zheng Xiao standing at the door without saying a word.

"Big brother, why don't you turn on the lights." Zheng Xiao waved his hand and fanned his nose, walked to the window and pushed the window open, and said. "Big brother, why do you smoke so much, it hurts your body."

"I'm fine." Zheng Wuming shook his head, pressed the remaining half of the cigarette into the ashtray, and asked. "Looking for me?"

"It's fine." Zheng Xiao looked at Zheng Wuming with a worried face and said. "Your state is very wrong these days, grandpa asked me to come over to accompany you."

After thinking about it, Zheng Xiao said again. "The second brother is gone, let's find a way to avenge him, don't torture yourself like this."

"I didn't torture myself." Zheng Wuming said lightly. "Just thinking about something."

"What do you want to do with so many cigarettes?" Zheng Xiao said reproachfully. "Big brother, that Yan Murong has provoked our Zheng family three or four times, and this time he even killed the second brother, this breath can't be swallowed like this-you don't mention this matter these days, and you don't go to the company, is it just that?"

"Shut up, I don't need you to teach me how to do things."

Zheng Wuming suddenly yelled, but when he saw Zheng Xiao's frightened white face, he sighed again, his tone eased, and said. "I'm sorry, I'm in a bad mood."

"It's okay, it's okay." Zheng Xiao came back to his senses, shook his head, and said. "I know that my eldest brother has his own ideas, but I am too talkative."

"Is Grandpa asleep?" Zheng Wuming opened the topic and asked.

"Just went to sleep." Zheng Xiao nodded. "I just came out of my grandfather's, and my grandfather was worried about you, so he asked me to come and see."

"Worries you." Zheng Wuming nodded, and just as he wanted to say something, the mobile phone on the desk rang.

"Then big brother, you are busy first." Seeing Zheng Wuming's mobile phone ringing, Zheng Xiao said something interesting, and then walked out and closed the door.

Looking at the string of zeros on the phone, Zheng Wuming's brows furrowed, and only after the phone rang four or five times did he press the answer button, but he did not speak, and similarly, the person on the other side of the phone did not speak, as if he was waiting for Zheng Wuming to speak first.

"Who?" Zheng Wuming asked in a cold tone.

"Zheng Wuming, the first son of Yanjing?" An apparently camouflaged, mechanical, voice came from inside the phone.

"It's me, who are you?" Zheng Wuming's attitude was still cold, and there was no trace of emotional fluctuations in his tone.

"Hehe, it doesn't matter who I am." A mechanical voice said. "The important thing is that you don't know me, and this is the first time I've known you—but you can call me a military advisor."

"You're a ghost man?" Zheng Wuming's brows furrowed tightly together, and he asked in a deep voice.

"Huh? I guessed it. The mechanical voice was stunned for a moment, then laughed. The first son of Yanjing is really smart. ”

"If you just want to play this boring game with me, then I won't accompany you." Zheng Wuming said.

"Don't worry." The military advisor laughed. "If it's okay, I won't contact you."

"If you have something, just say it." Zheng Wuming was a little impatient, but he didn't hang up the phone, just quietly waiting for the next words of the military advisor.

"It's not a big deal." The military advisor no longer beat around the bush and said directly. "This call was ordered by the chief, and at the same time, let me send you an invitation."

"What invitation?"

"Ghost Invitation!" The military advisor said. "Welcome to the Ghosts!"