Su Qingwu hung up the phone without saying what the situation was, and hearing her hurried tone, Yan Murong didn't dare to delay time, grabbed the coat on the sofa, and ran out of the house in the rain amid Guo Wanjun's inquiry.

Running to the street, when he stopped a taxi, his whole body was already wet with raindrops, and the driver saw that he was covered in water, and said nothing to let him get into the car, but when Yan Murong shook a few red old man's heads, the driver closed his mouth very obediently.

Fortunately, it was past the time to go to work, and the road was not so congested, fifteen minutes, Yan Murong came to the downstairs of Huayuan Group, opened the door and got out of the car, quickly rushed into the building, and directly took Su Qingwu's special elevator to the floor where her office was located.

The floor where the chairman's office was located was extremely quiet, and the secretary who was originally sitting at the door of Su Qingwu's office didn't know where he went, and he didn't have time to take care of the secretary's affairs, so Yan Murong directly pushed open the door of the office.

Seeing Su Qingwu sitting behind the desk in a good manner, Yan Murong breathed a sigh of relief.

"You want to play with me?" Yan Murong patted his chest and said. "I didn't say anything clearly on the phone, so I thought something was wrong with you."

After taking a few breaths, Yan Murong felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong, raised his head, and looked at Su Qingwu who was sitting behind the desk, his face was a little pale, and his eyes were full of horror.

"Murong, he-" Su Qingwu pointed behind Yan Murong and said with a trembling voice.

"Huh?" Yan Murong was stunned for a moment, he came too hurriedly just now, and he came in directly by pushing the door, his attention was all on Su Qingwu's body, and he didn't pay attention to other situations at all.

Looking in the direction of Su Qingwu's finger, the first thing that caught his eye was a crystal coffee table, but there was a large bouquet of red roses on the coffee table, and on the sofa behind the coffee table, there was a person sitting, Yan Murong looked over, and his eyes almost didn't fall out.

He now knew why Su Qingwu's face was so ugly, why his eyes were so frightened, and even his little heart suddenly beat faster.

"Old friend, long time no see." Zheng Wuming sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, took out a cigar from his open suit pocket and lit it, took a deep breath, and said. "Don't be so surprised, right? I know that you watched me die, and you buried me with your own hands, and I want to thank you, otherwise in that deep mountain and old forest, I would have made the beast's dinner. ”

"I knew you were alive." Yan Murong calmed down for a while, looked at Zheng Wuming with a somewhat complicated look, looked up and down several times, and didn't find anything strange, especially the position of the left temple, he remembered that the bullet was fired from there, but there was no trace of it at all.

"Of course I'm not going to die." Zheng Wuming chuckled. "God is very attentive to me."

"Why are you still alive?" Yan Murong asked. That's why he desperately wants to know.

With Zheng Wuming's way of dying, let alone him, even if it was an old man—no, even if it was their ancestor Hua Tuo, who was a ghost doctor, he would be able to do nothing.

Yan Murong is an atheist, he has never believed in the existence of gods, Buddhas, etc., but there is really no way to explain the situation in front of him.

"As I said, God is more attentive to me." Zheng Wuming said with a smile. "You see, as soon as I came back, I was in a hurry to come over to meet my old friend, and by the way, thank you for burying me."

"Thanks are over, let's go." Yan Murong said in a deep voice, staring at Zheng Wuming's actions with burning eyes.

"Let's go? Why should I go? Zheng Wuming said, as he spoke, he raised his finger and knocked twice on the coffee table, and then, the door of the office was pushed open, and two foreign men, one black and one white, walked in from outside and stood beside Zheng Wuming.

"Let me introduce you, these are two of my men, the white man is called Chauvin, and the black man is called Jakui." Zheng Wuxian pointed at the two of them, looked at Yan Murong again, and said. "This is Yan Murong, he is very capable of fighting, I think, he should be able to satisfy your fists."

As soon as Zheng Wuming's voice fell, Sha Wen and Jie Kui walked over to Yan Murong.

What do you mean? Want to get your hands dirty here?

Before Yan Murong could figure out the situation, Sha Wen's fist had already smashed towards Yan Murong.

"Hide in the back." Yan Murong shouted at Su Qingwu in a hurry, raised his hand, swung his fist, and met Sha Wen's fist with his fist.

"Bang!"

The two fists collided together, making a loud noise, Yan Murong was suddenly shocked, this punch failed to make Sha Wen do anything, but made him take a few steps back, and there was a faint pain on his fist.

Capture the thief and capture the king first, Yan Murong understands this truth.

Yan Murong kicked on the desk behind him and rushed towards Sha Wen with the force of the rebound, but at the moment when he was about to get close to Sha Wen, his body twisted strangely and pounced directly on Zheng Wuming who was sitting on the sofa.

Yan Murong's thoughts were very good, but as soon as his body jumped above the coffee table, a huge black shadow smashed towards him.

Jack Drop!

Yan Murong forcibly let his forward body fall with a thousand jin pendant, his toes lightly touched the coffee table, and the other foot swept out towards the black shadow.

"Bang-bang-"

A single sofa was swept out by Yan Murong and knocked over the water dispenser not far away, and the sofa fell to the ground instead.

When he turned around again, Jakui was already in front of Zheng Wuming, and Sha Wen was also standing behind him.

Standing on the coffee table, Yan Murong turned sideways, his eyes swept over Sha Wen and Jie Kui, and his eyes became more and more cold.

The two men were powerful, much more powerful than he had imagined—but the feeling was familiar, like—like the feeling he had felt from Death.

At this moment, Jie Kui suddenly moved, his toes were a little on the coffee table, and the person rose into the air, swept Yan Murong's head with one foot, and Sha Wen behind him also moved, raised his leg on the spot, and swept towards his waist.

Yan Murong was furious, with Jie Kui's kick, he was bound to dodge, but Sha Wen's kick in the back blocked his way to dodge.

So, Yan Murong didn't dodge, raised his two arms and slapped on the legs that Jie Kui swept over, and a huge force came, and his body flew backwards quickly.

With the strength of Jie Kui's kick, Yan Murong's body rose into the air, his body forcibly turned around in the air, and the person smashed towards Shawen behind him like a cannonball.

Obviously, Sha Wen didn't expect Yan Murong to attack him in such a way, and it was too late to retract his legs, so the two hugged each other affectionately in the next second.

"Bang!"

The two big men hugged each other and smashed to the ground with a loud muffled sound.