"I'm not used to talking to people with my head down and standing up." Yan Murong said to the only surviving Xiao Pingtou ordered.

"-"The little flat head doesn't speak, but his head shakes like a rattle--stand up? Is there still a way to live when you stand up? Looking at the brothers lying on the ground, Xiao Pingtou felt that his heart was on fire, and he really wanted to pick up the gun and give this kid a shot, but the problem was that the sniper who protected him was really powerful, as long as he had a little threatening action, the other party would definitely pull the trigger without hesitation.

"Stand up, I won't kill you." Yan Murong kicked all the guns beside him to the side before he said again.

Xiao Ping raised his head and stared at Yan Murong for a long time, then he carefully got up from the ground, and at the same time, when he got up, he held his head with both hands - this was for the sniper hiding in the mountain, so that he would know that he no longer had any threat, and he surrendered, please keep your fingers steady, don't shoot.

When Xiao Pingtou stood up completely, he could be regarded as a sigh of relief.

Yan Murong also just saw Xiao Pingtou's appearance, he was too far away in the car just now, and after getting out of the car, he couldn't lift his head because of the bullets, he didn't have time to see what the other party looked like.

The other party is not very tall, but his body looks very strong, with a small flat head that looks like he has just been released from the Royal Hotel, and his appearance is very ordinary, and he belongs to the kind that is inconspicuous in the crowd - if it weren't for the sharp eyes, someone would probably believe him if he was a migrant worker.

"Who told you to come?" Yan Murong stared at Xiao Pingtou and asked.

Xiao Pingtou didn't speak, just looked at Yan Murong with hatred in his eyes, and even Yan Murong could hear his teeth clucking.

He didn't hate his employer for asking him to deal with such a tricky person, but he hated Yan Murong and hated Yan Murong for killing his brother who had been born and died for more than ten years.

"Speak." Yan Murong didn't care about the other party's eyes at all, and asked by staring at his eyes tightly.

"Kill me, I don't know anything." Xiao Pingtou shouted almost with a roar.

In their line of work, they must pay attention to credibility, even if they fail the task and are caught, they would rather die than reveal the identity of the employer. In this age of lost faith, perhaps they are the only ones who still care about credibility.

Yan Murong knew that they cared about reputation, but they also scoffed at this kind of stupid behavior - their lives were almost gone, and they still cared about the reputation that they couldn't see or touch, how good it was to say it, and maybe there was a chance to live if they said it.

"Okay." Yan Murong said helplessly, he also knew that it would be impossible for him to pry open this guy's mouth for a while, so he had to ask. "Then tell me what you can say, what's your name?"

"Li Chuang." Xiao Pingtou gritted his teeth and said.

"Li Chuang?" Yan Murong laughed. "Your name is very good, you can go to the uprising with the word king, where are you from?"

"Henan."

"Who told you to kill me?"

"I said, kill me, I won't say it." Xiao Pingtou is not fooled, he says everything he can say, and he doesn't spit out a word if he can't say it.

"Where can I find witnesses after killing you?" Yan Murong said with a smile. "You see, I don't want to kill you at all—I didn't kill your brothers, so if you do something for me, I'll keep you alive."

Xiao Pingtou stopped talking, no matter how Yan Murong asked, he didn't speak, just kept shaking his head and began to pretend to be dumb.

Yan Murong was thinking about how to make him speak, when a sudden sound of braking sounded behind him.

The police are coming? Yan Murong was startled, but when he looked back, he found that it was not the police at all, but Teng Xiangling who ran back.

"Why are you back again?" Yan Murong looked at Teng Xiangling who got out of the car, and asked in wonder, shouldn't this woman run to the police?

"I-" As soon as Teng Xiangling said a word, he saw the four unlucky children on the ground whose skulls were lifted off by a sniper rifle, and then a burst of sour water rushed from his stomach to his throat.

Looking at Teng Xiangling, who was vomiting wildly, Yan Murong shrugged helplessly-you can't blame yourself for this, you have to run back.

After vomiting for a while, Teng Xiangling stood up, tried not to look at the unlucky children on the ground, and said. "I-worried about you, so I came back."

"Did you call the police?" Yan Murong asked.

"No—I don't think you have a plan."

Yan Murong was depressed again.

He did hope that the police would come sooner before the mysterious man who was secretly protecting him appeared, but the woman went around and didn't find the police, and didn't even call the police - but it was okay, if the police came, he would have to go through a lot of explanations, which would be too much trouble.

"Is there any quiet place in your house?"

"Yes." Teng Xiangling said affirmatively. "There is a cellar at home where medicinal herbs are stored, which was used in the past, and now basically no one stores medicinal herbs there."

"Okay." Yan Murong nodded, and after looking around, he pointed to a burlap bag used to hold gravel pressed under the pile of rubble and said. "Get that one for me."

Teng Xiangling didn't ask much, trotted over, and then pulled out the burlap bag that was pressed underneath and threw it at Yan Murong's feet, and then quickly sat on the car - she didn't want to stay here for another second, she regretted why she was worried that the bastard ran back, and let herself see such a bloody scene.

Yan Murong picked up the burlap bag, and then a palm knife hit Li Chuang's back of the head, Li Chuang's eyes were dark, and he fell to the ground.

Then, Yan Murong picked up the burlap bag, quickly loaded him into it, and then picked up a thin wire on the ground and pierced the mouth of the bag - this set of actions is extremely skillful, and he used to hunt prey in the mountains, and he did this a lot.

Carrying the burlap bag containing Li Chuang, Yan Murong waved his hand at the mountain in the distance, and regardless of whether people saw it or not, he opened the trunk of the Porsche and threw the bag in.

"You-you're going to bring him back?" Teng Xiangling looked at Yan Murong who opened the car door and sat in, and asked in a trembling voice.

"Well, he's still useful, he can't die now." Yan Murong said.

"Do you want to call the police now?" Teng Xiangling asked.

"No need." Yan Murong shook his head and smiled bitterly. "The police have already arrived - I guess the gunfire was heard by someone else."