Power is a good thing, and under the effect of power, even if you are the uncrowned king, you have to be obedient.

Yanjing's morning is still full of traffic, rushing to work, rushing to school, but last night's incident did not come out at all.

What kind of place the Beijing Club is, as long as you are a Yanjing person, you know.

Reporters broke into the Beijing club in droves, and the wife and son of the commander of the Yanjing Military Region were beaten, and until now, it was as if nothing had happened.

In an office of the Yanjing Military Region, Yan Murong was sleeping on the bed, and a knock on the door woke him up.

"Slept?"

Chang Pozhi walked in with a tray with a few fried dough sticks and a bowl of bean curd. After putting the tray on the table, he looked at Yan Murong and said. "Do you know what you're doing?"

"What behavior?" Yan Murong rubbed his eyes, which were still a little sour, scratched his hair, and said. "You're not a policeman, what's the matter with you arresting me?"

"You hit someone, do you know that you are deliberately hurting?" Chang Pozhi said in a cold voice. "You and I are not stupid, we can see the strangeness in this incident - so, Xiaopeng was beaten by you, I can act as if nothing happened."

"Strange?" Yan Murong sneered. "You didn't ask who you made the idiot son do this?"

"I asked, but he didn't say."

"That's coming for me."

"Yes." Chang Pozhi nodded. "However, he wants to pull our Chang family into the water."

"You understand feelings." Yan Murong smiled, stood up, pulled a chair and sat at the table, took a sip of the still hot bean curd, and said. "Then why did you bring me back? Sue me for intentional harm? -- You're a soldier, not a policeman. ”

"You don't need to remind me of that." Chang Pozhi said expressionlessly. "What Meilan said is really excessive, even if you don't do it, I will teach her a lesson when I go home."

"Then catch me back?" Yan Murong asked. "What? You've come to me early in the morning to ask for your guilt? It's ridiculous. ”

Yan Murong put down the bowl in his hand, raised his head to look at Chang Pozhi, and said. "Commander Chang, don't tell me you don't know what your son's master does."

"Don't distract from me." Chang Pozhi said in a cold voice. "For the sake of you being Old Yan's grandson, I have never felt sorry for you."

"You're not embarrassed about me?" Yan Murong said with a smile.

"It doesn't count." Chang Pozhi shook his head. "I don't embarrass you, it doesn't mean that others won't embarrass you - you beat Meilan, I can not pursue it, but the Huang family refuses to give up."

"The Huang family?" Yan Murong muttered suspiciously, thinking about it, but he didn't think of where Yan Jing ran out of the Huang family.

"Does my grandpa know?" There was silence for a while before Yan Murong asked.

"Elder Yan knows." Chang Pozhi nodded.

"It seems that the Huang family is not small." Yan Murong suddenly laughed. "Commander Chang, tell me about the origin of the Huang family, don't tell me about your own wife, you don't know--look at your expression, it seems that you already know who did this?"

"What's the use of not talking? It won't be long before you know. Chang Pozhi said slowly. Eat it while it's hot, I don't have the right to detain you here. ”

"Oh? I'll be able to leave after eating? Yan Murong smiled happily. You're treated very well, you can eat and live. ”

"Eat and live?" Chang Pozhi was laughed at by Yan Murong's cheekiness. "Yes, I'm treated well, you have to go to the trumpet to eat the next meal after you finish this meal - the Huang family has a move, and I will transfer you away later."

"Still want to arrest me?" Yan Murong was stunned for a moment and asked. "Can you tell me where you're going to get me?"

"It's supposed to be the NSA." After a little hesitation, Chang Pozhi said. "You can rest assured of this, but nothing will happen to you, the Huang family is ready to go through the normal procedure to accuse you of malicious harm."

"Malicious harm wants to enter the national security?" Yan Murong sneered. "Commander Chang, you took me for a fool, didn't you?"

"You're hurting the families of high-ranking state officials—"

Compared to the office in the Yenching Military Region, the detention room of the National Security Bureau is too simple.

A table, a chair, a bed. There is nothing else but that.

Lying on the bed, looking at the smooth ceiling, I was also depressed.

I've always calculated others, but I didn't think that this time I let people calculate.

Maliciously harming the families of high-ranking officials? Damn, what kind of bullshit is this.

Thinking of this charge, Yan Murong felt funny, it seemed that this group of people was planning to make him unable to turn over at one time before he would stop.

Malicious injury, this crime can be big or small, at least fifteen days of detention, at most several months or more than ten years, if it is fatal, maybe they will be sentenced to death - but this group of guys added the word "high-ranking official" to the malicious injury, and then the National Security Bureau took over, obviously trying to shoot Yan Murong to the end.

"Why didn't the old man move?" Yan Murong muttered to himself.

While pondering, the door of the detention room was opened, and then, a middle-aged man in a police uniform walked in, looked at Yan Murong who was lying on the bed and said. "Yan Murong, someone wants to see you."

"No, I'm annoying." Yan Murong said angrily.

The middle-aged man was stunned by Yan Murong's words, and almost laughed out loud.

This kid is really the same as the legend, he is too "maverick" in talking and doing. Where is this? It's the National Security Bureau, and they're all in the detention cell of the National Security Bureau, and they're still putting such a big score.

Or change to someone else, he has a way to cure such a thorn, but Yan Murong can't do it, not to mention that he is Yan Longteng's eldest grandson, even his top boss has explained after Yan Murong was brought in, he can do whatever he wants, and he can't use the usual means to deal with others, and the only requirement is that whoever asks for release can't let go.

"Your lawyer wants to see you." The middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

"Lawyer?" Yan Murong got up from the bed with a bone, and after thinking about it, he understood that there was movement on the old man's side.

After following the middle-aged man to a room similar to an interrogation room, Yan Murong saw a woman in white professional clothes sitting in front of the only table in the room, probably the lawyer the man said.

Hearing the voice, the woman who was looking down at the Chinese piece in her hand raised her head and looked at Yan Murong, a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"It's you."

Seeing the woman's appearance, Yan Murong also laughed, sat directly opposite the woman, and said with a smile. "Should I call you Yang Duo now, or should I call you Xueyan?"