Until he hung up the phone, Yan Murong still couldn't believe that the old man would actually send him a sword.

The old man brought him a bottle of pills, Thaksin—even if the old man brought him a pair of underwear that had not been washed for half a month. It's just that why did he send this sword over?

With Yan Murong's understanding of that old man, if he dared to call himself the second stingy ghost in the world, absolutely no one would dare to call him the first in front of him.

is such a small old man, who will actually give himself something that he sees is heavier than his life.

Even if he didn't have to look at it, Yan Murong knew what that sword looked like.

Snow Death - that's the name of the sword.

Yan Murong had coveted this sword for a long time, but the stingy old man had always hidden it like a treasure, even when teaching him swordsmanship, he used a temporarily broken branch. For so many years, Yan Murong had never seen him use this sword in front of people, but he also didn't expect that when he saw this sword again, he would become the owner of the sword.

"Xue Yan has never seen anyone since then, and when he sees people, he will drink blood!"

This is what the old man said, and Yan Murong always remembered this excuse that the old man used to prevaricate him.

Do you want to drink blood when you see people?

Yan Murong thought with a wry smile, old man, are you trying to make me fight with others? ――

9 a.m. in the multi-purpose conference room of the Tokyo Hotel.

Nearly 100 reporters from Huaxia and island countries were sitting in the audience waiting for Yan Murong's arrival.

Soon, the door of the conference room opened, and under the protection of more than a dozen policemen led by Koizumi Yasuki, Yan Murong finally walked in under the expectation of all the reporters.

Yan Murong wanted to refuse Koizumi Yasuki's protection, but Koizumi Yasuki didn't agree to anything.

Just kidding, do you know how much trouble you've been missing for the past two days? Koizumi Yasuki thought to himself, at this time, treat this Chinese people like their national treasure giant panda, there is no room for a little difference, if there is any more accidents, God knows if he can keep this skin.

Yasuki Koizumi was the only one on the island nation who attended the press conference, which saved the time taken up by those officials talking nonsense.

"It's time to go." After Yasuki Koizumi handed Yan Murong a headset with simultaneous voice interpretation, he motioned for the reporter sitting below to start asking questions.

"Mr. Yan, I'm a reporter for the Globe."

As soon as Koizumi Yasuki's words fell, the female reporter of the Global News who asked for an exclusive interview with Yan Murong at the door of the hotel stood up, looked at Yan Murong and asked. "May I ask Mr. Yan, what is your position for this incident?"

"Positioning?" Yan Murong looked inexplicable. "I don't understand what you mean."

"I'm sorry, but I didn't express it clearly." The female reporter nodded and said. "I mean, what do you think about this? Is it kidnapping, burglary, or terrorist attack? ――If it was a terrorist attack, why did the other party choose only you? ”

"I don't know." He shook his head with a depressed smile. "You know, I'm a doctor, and I'm good at treating people and saving people. Moreover, I am a shy and introverted person, how can I make a feud with others? If you have to define it -- I think they might have gone to the wrong door and recognized the wrong person. ”

“――”

Yan Murong's answer made the group of reporters below collectively speechless.

Are you shy? Are you an introvert? Why don't you die?

Wrong door? I'm afraid that no one will believe such an excuse if you fool a fool, right?

"Mr. Yan, I'm a reporter for the Tokyo Shimbun."

A woman in a light gray professional suit stood up and asked. "May I ask Mr. Yan, can you tell us about the situation when it happened and what happened to you in the past two days?"

"This one does." After Yan Murong smiled and motioned for the female reporter to sit down, the expression on her face instantly became serious.

"To be honest, I was unprepared when it happened, I didn't even have time to put on my clothes and ran out the door, and in a hurry I only had time to knock out the person who entered my room, I was scared at the time, and I didn't remember anything else."

"And where have you been these two days?" The female reporter asked.

"I'm in Chiba Prefecture." Yan Murong said. "It was taken in by a kind girl."

Listening to Yan Murong's answer, Koizumi Yasuki secretly sighed in his heart.

Were you scared? If you're afraid, did those two guys die by hitting the wall?

During the forensic examination of the corpses, three silver needles were found in the throat and heart of one of the corpses, while the other was killed by a choked throat.

"Mr. Yan, I'm a reporter for the Asahi Shimbun."

Immediately afterwards, another reporter stood up, looked at Yan Murong and asked. "Because of your status, the Huaxia government has made some excessive demands on the government of our island country, what do you think about these?"

"It doesn't seem to have anything to do with me, does it?" Yan Murong smiled. "I can answer you, though."

"First, it doesn't matter who I am, I'm a doctor."

"Second, I don't comment on the fact that you said that the Huaxia government has made excessive demands on the governments of the island countries -- again, I am a doctor, not a politician, and I can't make any comments on these matters, and besides, I don't know what the Huaxia government is asking for, so I can't talk about it too much."

"Thirdly, you are asking this question very strangely, and people are also very strange, don't you think it is funny to talk about politics with a doctor?"

Yan Murong's answer made all the Chinese reporters present couldn't help laughing, and they also made a two-word evaluation of Yan Murong in their hearts - cunning!

Yes, this guy is like a fox that has become a spirit, and if you look at the red-faced island reporter, you will know how embarrassing this is.

The questions are strange, and so are the people. Scolding people without even swearing words, and making people unable to fight back, it is a pity that such a person does not become a diplomat.

After three consecutive questions from female reporters, a male reporter finally stood up.

"Mr. Yan, I'm a reporter from the Tokyo Evening News, may I ask, if this is a kidnapping case against you, do you have any suspicions?"

"Yes." Yan Murong suddenly laughed, the curvature of the corners of his mouth was particularly weird, and he slowly spoke in the eyes of all the reporters who were expecting answers. "If I offended anyone, it was only one person - I was treating the head of the Mitsui family, Mitsui Masao, and I inadvertently had some friction with Mitsui Hidetoshi."

"Wow-"

There was an uproar in the audience, and even Koizumi Yasuki, who was standing behind Yan Murong, was shocked by Yan Murong's words.

Mitsui handsome? He actually had a conflict with Mitsui Hidetoshi? Big news, this is big news.

PS: I'm going to go out to do something in the morning.,The chapter at twelve o'clock must be too late to code.,Put it in the afternoon update.,Rest assured.,It's been restored and the weekend is over.,I won't owe money.。