As long as there are no accidents, Yan Murong will always carry three silver needles with him, this is the guy he saves his life.

Before, he also asked the old man, instead of using silver needles, how good it would be to replace them with three flying knives, you see Li Xunhuan, as soon as the knife flies, it is like Cupid's little guy's arrow, so how many beauties bend their waists.

But reality is always unforgiving. The old man told him that it was better to use a silver needle to target too big with a throwing knife.

So, in the process of rushing towards Huang Zhen, Yan Murong already had an extra silver needle in his hand, and his head was tilted, dodging Huang Zhen's huge fist, and the silver needle was pierced in his chest.

"Damn, there's so much fat."

Seeing that Huang Zhen was still moving freely, Yan Murong secretly cursed in his heart, this guy was too fat, the fat was too thick, and this needle didn't reach the acupuncture point.

The figure did not stop, and without waiting for Huang Zhen to make another move, another silver needle came out of his hand, this time, the sharp needle tip finally broke through the defense of the fat, Huang Zhen only felt a sudden numbness all over his body, and then his body fell to the side uncontrollably.

"Stop." Yan Murong grabbed Huang Zhen's huge body and shouted loudly at the gangsters who had surrounded Duan Zixuan in the middle.

Seeing Yan Murong subduing Huang Zhen, Duan Zixuan let out a long sigh.

Although he has also practiced taekwondo, the purpose is only to lose weight and keep fit, and the belt has not even been mixed in color, one-on-one is okay, one against a dozen, it is a bit mysterious - oh, no, not a little mysterious, but ironclad beating.

Yan Murong subdued Huang Zhen, which could be regarded as letting them throw a rat trap, and in a moment of stunnedness, Duan Zixuan hurriedly ran behind Yan Murong.

"Damn, don't call me next time there is such a thing, I almost didn't smash the field, and let the family smash the two of us."

As soon as Duan Zixuan complained, the gangsters who were watching the scene all came around, carrying steel pipes and machetes fiercely, and slowly began to approach the two.

"Let them put down their weapons, what is this for, harmony can make money." Yan Murong carried Huang Zhen, who was a head taller than him, and looked at these gangsters and said. "I just said it, I'm just looking for you to ask something, if you don't cooperate, I can only be rude. When I move roughly, they want to move thicker, and that's not good. ”

Huang Zhen only felt numb all over his body, as if he had been electrocuted with an electric shocker, except for numbness, he didn't feel anything else, he couldn't use any strength at all, and the two hundred pounds of body didn't seem to be his own.

The body can't move, but the mouth can still speak, but this guy is quite tough, and he didn't say a word, which means that he wants to kill you casually, if something happens to me, you don't want to get out of here.

"The people here are strong enough." Yan Murong smiled bitterly. "Why have I been encountering a bit of hard stubble lately?"

As he spoke, Yan Murong flipped his wrist, and the last silver needle also appeared in his hand, and the tip of the needle pointed to Huang Zhen's temple, and said. "I advise you, or let them put down their weapons, I just asked you a few questions, and they can't use knives and guns."

"I said, I don't know, I don't know what Zhen Cheng is." Huang Zhen's mouth is still very hard, but he refuses to tell the truth.

"It's really non-violent and non-cooperative." Yan Murong smiled, his fingers were slightly forced, and the tip of the needle pierced the skin of Huang Zhen's temple, and a bead of blood the size of a grain of rice flowed out along the tip of the needle, and then fell to the ground.

"Do you know what happens if you get a serious injury to your temple?" Yan Murong asked with a smile.

"Will die." Huang Zhen's forehead began to sweat. "What the hell do you want?"

"My Mandarin should be pretty standard, right?" Yan Murong said with a smile. "Yes, the temple is one of the great death points of the human body, and if you are seriously injured, you will die—but you are only half right."

"I'm telling you, if I pour internal energy into your head through a silver needle, do you know what the consequences will be?"

"First of all, you feel the itching of the blood vessels in your head, and then you feel it start to inflate like a balloon, and then this cut goes into your brain, the cerebellum -- you say, if there's too much air in the balloon, what's going to happen to the balloon?"

"It's going to explode." Huang Zhen's expression began to become a little unnatural, and he subconsciously answered Yan Murong's words.

"That's right again." Yan Murong said with a smile. "But don't worry, your head won't explode, it'll just explode - and then your head will be all mush, red and white mixed together, from your nose and eyes. Anyway, it is the hole in the head that leaks out. I don't think you want to see that, do you? ”

The ghost is willing to see it, Gao Zhen is about to cry when he is wronged. Is there a scare like you? That's the head, not the watermelon, how can you say that it will explode?

However, he believed what Yan Murong said, because he had already felt a hint of vague breath slowly entering his head, making him feel a trace of numbness.

"Put it down, put it all down." Gao Zhen was frightened, shouted for his subordinates to put down their weapons, and then looked at a man standing at the front and said. "Pip, go open the door."

In the case of being able to live, no one wants to die, he has been mixed up for twenty or thirty years, and he is half a hundred years old, and it is not easy to get to this point, how can he say that if he doesn't want to die, he won't die?

"Brother Huang—"

"Quick, lay down your weapons and open the door." Seeing that the guy named Xiaopi hesitated, Huang Zhen shouted. What is killed and not surrendered, surrender is a miscultivation of these things, all fucking lies. Whoever loves to die dies, anyway, Lao Tzu doesn't want to die - at least not for now.

Seeing Huang Zhen's expression that was almost about to collapse, the man named Xiaopi waved his hand to the people behind him, and after everyone put down the weapons in their hands, he walked to the door and pulled out the secret lock on the door. A few gangsters who were guarding outside had already heard the movement inside, and they were worried that they couldn't get in, and when they saw the door open, they immediately rushed in, and when they saw that their boss was arrested, they immediately wanted to come up and rob people, but they were stopped by Xiaopi first.

"Look, it's okay to do this a long time ago, it's more hurtful and angry to use knives and guns." Yan Murong said with a smile, and at the same time, the movements in his hands did not stop, he gestured to Duan Zixuan, and walked towards the door.

"Where are you taking me?" Huang Zhen asked. "If you have anything to say, just ask it again."

"Not then." Yan Murong looked at the gangsters who came out, then at a crown car parked outside, and said. "I'm afraid of being stabbed in the back, so this car is yours, right? Borrowed for use. Oh, by the way, don't tell me the conditions again. ”

PS:There have been so few subscriptions recently.,Maybe it's because of the recent irregularity of updates.,Next month.,Next month, try to fix the update time.,This time the body is really not good.,I can't stand sitting for a long time.。 I can only write for a while and take a break.