"Kunlun!" Zheng Wuming, who was standing on the side, saw Kunlun flying out with blood spurting, and immediately ran over with an exclamation.

"How are you?" Lifting up Kunlun, who was half of his face swollen from the ground, Zheng Wuming asked anxiously.

Although Kunlun is his bodyguard, theoretically speaking, it should be the relationship between master and servant, but more often, Zheng Wuming does treat him as a brother.

Twenty-seven years ago, Kunlun was adopted by Zheng Yan from an orphanage, although he was not his own grandson, but he began to cultivate as a grandson.

They lived in the same villa and went to the same elementary, middle, and high school - or rather, Kunlun was more like a companion in ancient times.

It can be said that he and Zheng Wuming enjoy the same treatment.

The only difference is that when Zheng Wuming was resting, he had to be taken to practice martial arts.

It is conceivable that although he usually calls Zheng Wuming Zheng Shao, and Zheng Wuming is called his martial artist, in his heart, he still regards him as a brother.

The brother is injured, how can he not be in a hurry?

"Zheng Shao, I'm fine." Kunlun was swollen because half of his face was swollen, and his speech was not very clear, but his thinking was still clear.

This level of blow, he was not unexperienced when he was learning martial arts.

"Kid of the Yan family, have you done a little too much?" Zheng Yan also walked over, looked at Yan Murong with a calm face and said. Whether it is the expression or the tone, there is no trace of emotion. But it is this calmness that makes people feel a great pressure.

However, for Yan Murong, the pressure that Zheng Yan brought to him was nothing at all-could he have an old man's perversion~

The answer is obvious – no.

"Passed?" Yan Murong looked at Zheng Yan and asked with a puzzled expression. "What do you mean?"

Even though he knew that this kid was pretending to be stupid, but the words had already been spoken, he simply explained it to him, let him know where he was, and let him know that the Zheng family is not something that anyone can step on if they want to.

That's right, in terms of family status, the Zheng family is indeed inferior to a political family like the Yan family. But in a sense, the Zheng family also has bargaining chips that can compete with the Yan family.

"You hurt my Zheng family." Zheng Yan said in a deep voice.

At this time, after Liang Zhengtao saw that someone was injured, he also walked over with those escorts, but he just stood aside and did not speak.

He is the person brought out by Old Man Yan, so he is naturally on Yan Murong's side - whether Yan Murong is justified or not, he will stand on his side.

"Yes, I hurt him—but didn't you see that? He wanted to punch me in the face. Yan Murong said with an aggrieved face. As you just said, try not to hurt anyone. I've tried my best. ”

Zheng Yan wanted to vomit blood angrily, because he had been crisscrossing the mall for so many years, and he had already practiced a deep city government, but he was still choked by Yan Murong.

This kid is obviously blocking him with what he just said.

That's right, he just said that he tried not to hurt people - but this was not to him, but to Kunlun.

Kunlun was cultivated by him, and he also knew what kind of strength Kunlun was.

It's just that he didn't think that Yan Murong's seemingly weak body would have such a great amount of energy.

Kunlun can be said to be a master and a genius who learns martial arts, at least he knows that although many of the Zheng family's bodyguards have retired from the special forces, Kunlun will not be defeated so easily when facing three or five people at a time.

To blame, he can only blame him for looking away this time.

"Anyway, you're still hurting." Zheng Yan didn't want to dwell on this issue anymore, so he said instead. "Did you know that I have the right to take you out of this venue?"

"Are you threatening me?" Yan Murong asked with a smile.

"It's not." Zheng Yan shook his head, stared at Yan Murong, and said in a deep voice. "To be honest, I don't like you, but you have repeatedly insulted my Zheng family, but I can't sit idly by."

"Oh? I insulted your Zheng family? Yan Murong asked with a puzzled expression. Why did I insult your Zheng family? - Besides, what right do you have to let me out? Let's just say that this TCM seminar is not an official meeting, but what is related to this medicine is also under the management of Minister Liang, right? -- Minister Liang is still here, and no one said to invite me out, what do you mean by that? Are you better at speaking than a ministerial official in a country? ”

Listening to Yan Murong's words, Zheng Yan wondered.

He even had some doubts now, was this kid taught by the guy who was always taciturn? Why is it so neat?

Undoubtedly, Yan Murong was buttoning his hat.

This means that although this TCM seminar is not an official official meeting, it is related to medicine after all. Since it is related to medicine, it is the scope of Liang Zhengtao's management - Liang Zhengtao is still here, when will it be his turn to call the shots?

Although you Zheng family is very capable, a ministerial-level official can ignore it -- it is a matter of saying whether you put it in your eyes or not, but at least you have to know your position.

"You don't have to button my hat." Regarding Yan Murong's words, Zheng Yan didn't pay attention to it at all, and said directly. "I don't have the right to ask you out, but with so many people, I don't want to sit with someone like you who has violent tendencies, do I?"

Are you violent? Where?

Yan Murong reviewed it for a long time, but he didn't find out where he was violent.

As soon as he finished buttoning a hat on the other party, people began to mobilize the power of the masses to suppress themselves, and they were really cunning and cunning.

Some people say that it is not terrible to become a fox who has become a spirit, but it is terrible to be an old man.

That's true.

"That's right." Yan Murong nodded clearly. "Indeed, if it were me, I wouldn't like to be sitting next to someone with violent tendencies -- supposedly, violent tendencies are also a disease, well, a type of neurosis."

Everyone was stunned by Yan Murong's words.

What does this guy mean? Why does this sound like he's scolding himself?

Even Zheng Yan was puzzled.

Boy, I really can't see through him.

"You don't want me to participate, do you?" Yan Murong suddenly asked with a smile.

"I've already said it."

"Really?" Yan Murong asked uncertainly.

"Really."

"Ahh Yan Murong sighed helplessly before speaking. "Since I'm not welcome, I'll go - to be honest, it's pretty boring here. If I hadn't been beaten up by someone I hated, I would have wanted to leave. ”