"I'm not used to wearing other people's broken shoes!" Yan Murong's words were like a bomb, which exploded in this small bar, setting off a monstrous wave.

If the previous conversation between the two was a temptation, then this sentence is undoubtedly a real provocation - this little-known kid is provoking Zheng Wuming, the first son of Yanjing.

The faces of many people present suddenly changed, and they looked at Yan Murong in surprise - has this kid been strangled by the lack of oxygen and has not yet eased up? How could you say such things to Zheng Wuming?

Su Qingwu's face also changed, and she didn't think that Yan Murong's words were so sharp, and saying such words in front of so many people was undoubtedly a slap in the face of Zheng Wuming - Zheng Wuming not only lost the battle and lost people, but also lost face.

was called a broken shoe, Dong Qiuhua suddenly felt very aggrieved, and the tears fell without stopping, and his pretty face was instantly covered with tears.

With a "bang", a group of bodyguards in suits and ties ran out of the backstage and immediately surrounded Yan Murong in the middle, but they didn't do anything, they were waiting, and when Zheng Wuming gave an order, they went up and tore this idiot who didn't know the height of the sky to pieces.

"Zheng Wuming, you dare!" Su Wujiao snorted, picked up the people who were blocking in front, and stood beside Yan Murong, staring at Zheng Wuming with a gloomy face with a pair of bright eyes. "Think about the consequences before you do something."

No matter what, the two of them are both certified husband and wife, and it is okay for the two to quarrel as tragically as they are, but now, Su Qingwu must stand up to defend Yan Murong, not only because the two are husband and wife, but also because Yan Murong is also the eldest grandson of the Yan family - she understands the temper of Old Man Yan, if Zheng Wuming dares to make a move on Yan Murong, no matter how big the Zheng family is, it is estimated that Old Man Yan will dare to fight to the death in anger.

Therefore, after Yan Murong was surrounded by more than a dozen black-clothed bodyguards, Su Qingwu immediately stood up.

She couldn't see Yan Murong clearly now—he wasn't such a character before, why did he suddenly change so much today? Like an unsheathed sword, the sword is deadly.

He gambled on himself, and he gambled on women with Zheng Wuming, but why did he say that kind of thing? When has the first son of Yanjing been humiliated like this?

True, this is no longer a simple provocation, but an insult.

Yan Murong can fight, but he can fight one and two, but what about this group of people? Did he call him?

Now there is a popular saying - no matter how high your martial arts are, you are afraid of kitchen knives, not to mention that these bodyguards around Zheng Wuming all have guns. You're not afraid of knives, aren't you afraid of guns?

Even if you can fight a dozen of them, you have to fall if someone gives you a shot?

"What am I afraid of?" Zheng Wuming said coldly.

"You really don't dare." Yan Murong laughed, as if the dozen or so black-clothed bodyguards around him were all in the air, and he didn't take it seriously at all.

"You're not stupid, so you don't dare to do anything to me - even if I don't rely on the power of my family, but I can't guarantee that they won't ignore me, you can't afford to play so big!"

The corners of Zheng Wuming's eyes twitched slightly-Yan Murong was right, he really didn't dare to really do anything to Yan Murong, just like Yan Murong said, he couldn't afford to play so big, and the Zheng family couldn't afford to play so big.

The reason why Zheng Wuming has such achievements now is not only by his family background and luck, but by his mind, and at this point, it is only worth admiring.

He is neither stupid nor stupid, so he will not do anything to Yan Murong and recruit so many bodyguards, just to save some face - who knows, this bastard actually exposed him in public, it is really too faceless.

Zheng Wuming wanted to vomit blood, it had been a long time, it had been a long time since anyone had made him so angry, and besides, the person who ignited his anger could not touch him himself, unless- unless he was unknowing, he was killed without anyone knowing. But not now, not in the near future.

Zheng Wuming is low-key, but no one stipulates that low-key people are not allowed to be angry, Zheng Wuming is angry, so he also has killing intent towards Yan Murong.

"It seems that you can't really treat him as an ordinary opponent." Zheng Wuming thought.

"Stand down." Zheng Wuming waved his hand at the bodyguard, looked at Yan Murong and said. "Just because I don't move you doesn't mean I don't dare to touch you, whether you target me because of your light dance, or because you are instigated by others, I don't care, but - I will treat you as my opponent."

Zheng Wuming's tone was very flat, but it was terrifying to hear it in the ears of the group of people below.

Everyone knows that if Zheng Wuming regards him as an opponent, then his opponents will end up miserable.

No matter how big the power is behind you, no matter how high your status is, people will use legitimate means to deal with you, and the forces behind you can't control it.

"Zheng Wuming, your opponent is you and me." Su Qingwu stared at Zheng Wuming and said.

"Nope." Zheng Wuming shook his head and said. "I never do anything to a woman I like."

"Hypocrisy." Yan Murong pursed his lips again and said the two words that Zheng Wuming didn't want to hear.

"You can go." Zheng Wuming didn't want to entangle with Yan Murong anymore, fighting here like this would only make him more embarrassed, he was sure that with so many people present today, it was estimated that it wouldn't be long before his loss of face today would definitely spread all over Yanjing.

Therefore, Zheng Wuming announced in public that he regarded Yan Murong as an opponent, which could be regarded as saving a trace of face in front of everyone.

Habit becomes natural - everyone knows that as long as Zheng Wuming regards a person as an opponent, it is doomed to the other party's bad luck, Zheng Wuming has never failed before, so they believe that they will not fail this time.

So, they were looking forward to seeing Yan Murong's end.

Yan Murong didn't want to stay longer, since today's purpose had been achieved, it wouldn't be interesting to stay here any longer. Calling Su Qingwu and Teng Xiangling, the three of them walked through the crowd and walked out of the gate.

"Oh, yes." Yan Murong suddenly turned around, looked at Zheng Wuming and said. "Actually, even if you wanted to do it just now, I wouldn't give you a chance."

"I admit you can fight." Zheng Wuming nodded. "But have you been able to beat a dozen people?"

"I can't beat it." Yan Murong shook his head helplessly. "But I just have to beat you."

As soon as the words fell, a silver light suddenly flashed in Yan Murong's hand, and then, a thin silver needle was inserted into the collar of Zheng Wuming's suit.

Yan Murong smiled at Zheng Wuming again, and walked out without looking back.

The old man had already taught him the principle of capturing the thief and capturing the king before he - rather than fighting with a hundred small soldiers, it was better to get a big result with a single sword.