Seeing the king of kings hooking his fingers at him, Yan Murong became angry.

He's not the kind of explosive barrel that comes off at the slightest point, but he doesn't like people hooking his fingers at him - whether it's a man or a woman, whether it's provocative or provocative.

Although the old man has a stubborn temper, he is not a fiery person.

Sometimes, Yan Murong can't figure out who his temper is like, the people of the Yan family are all calm and introverted, and the old man has a stubborn temper, but he belongs to the kind of person who doesn't talk much and hides as far as he can when he encounters things.

Perhaps it was a neutralization between the two, and such a 'freak' as Yan Murong was born.

However, compared to those explosive barrels, Yan Murong's temperament is much better - at least, he is angry, but he can also use his brain.

So, seeing the king of kings hooking his fingers at him, Yan Murong smiled, smiled extremely brightly, and then opened his legs and walked towards the door of the building.

Jenny wanted to hold him, but she didn't have the guts, so she could only follow Yan Murong with a worried face.

"Boy, this is Hong Kong, not the mainland - I said, if you can get out of this building, I will be raised by you." The king of kings looked at Yan Murong with a disdainful smile.

Now there are many others, so he hardens. I also forgot the scene when I was frightened by Yan Murong's eyes and fled in embarrassment.

What about the scary look in your eyes? Can you kill people with your eyes? I can't—but my men can kill people with watermelon knives.

The gate of the building was blocked, and some white-collar workers who got off work were all blocked in the hall, hiding from a distance and looking at the door, and no one dared to go over.

It is estimated that someone called the police, and at this time, a siren suddenly sounded on the street, and then, two uniformed policemen pushed through the crowd and walked over.

But before he could speak, one of the men with a fierce look and a colorful tattoo on his two arms walked over.

"Ah sir, we're doing something, you shouldn't have seen it."

"Big Sword Dragon, pay attention to who you're talking to, hurry up and let your people disperse. Just a few days after I came out, do you want to go in and drink tea again? The policeman looked at the man and yelled.

"Hehe, ah sir, I misunderstood." The man laughed, not at all afraid of the police in front of him.

"The king of kings, the prince is waiting for his friends, you see-"

Prince Wang?

Hearing the man's words, the expressions of the two policemen were stunned, and then they looked at each other, and they really didn't see anything, turned around and got into the police car, and then pulled the siren and sped away.

Yan Murong smiled bitterly.

This kind of thing is not unusual, not to mention Huaxia, just say that all over the world, as long as there are people's corners, the same thing will happen, this is the rule of this world, I don't know how long it has lasted.

Money and power - separate are two names, but together they become a verb - money and power transaction.

And this kind of business is more profitable than digging coal and extracting oil.

Obviously, the name of the king of kings was already known to these policemen, and as soon as they heard that it was him who was doing business, they immediately turned around and left.

Waiting for friends? Damn, are there thirty or forty gangsters with steel pipe watermelon knives waiting for friends? Even if you say this to a three-year-old child, I guess they won't believe it.

"Boy, don't expect the police to help you." The king of kings looked proud. "All the police in Hong Kong, as long as I open my mouth, no one dares to care about my affairs -- my nameless ghost under my command will not die, say, what is your name."

"I-my name is Zheng Wuming." Yan Murong said.

Hearing Yan Murong's words, Teng Xiangling wanted to laugh, but the current occasion was really wrong, so she endured it alive. A delicate little face was suffocated and red, as if it was constipated.

"Zheng Wuming? Shit. The king of kings said disdainfully. Who do you think you are? Still nameless? ”

"Yes, yes, Zheng Wuming is indeed shit." Yan Murong said with a smile on his face, but that smile was full of obscenity.

"What? Want to apologize? It's late. The king of kings snorted coldly. Even if you're shit, young master, I'm going to go up and step on it today. ”

Teng Xiangling simply turned around, his shoulders shaking, obviously holding back the strong smile.

This guy, it's too bad.

I really can't imagine that if Zheng Wuming knew about this, he would immediately vomit blood three times, and then take off his shirt and come to Yan Murong shirtless to fight hard.

"I didn't want to apologize." Yan Murong shrugged his shoulders, and the smile on his face became even stronger. "I just think it's really not interesting to have such a fun game with fewer people, what do you think?"

"Huh?" The king of kings looked at Yan Murong inexplicably, thinking, is this kid scared stupid? It's all thirty-four, still less?

"I don't understand, do you?" Yan Murong explained. "I mean, since you, Wang Dashao, are so awesome, and even the police in Hong Kong have taken care of it, why don't you take advantage of this meeting with the police, how about we make things bigger? - You see, you have called so many people, if I don't call some people, will it be too shameful to give you face? ”

The king of kings suddenly realized.

The kid of feelings has wasted so many words, not to apologize and admit his mistakes, but to call people.

Indeed, Yan Murong just wanted to call someone.

Thirty or forty people, it's no problem for him to deal with it alone, even if he can't beat it, can't he still run. Yan Murong believed that if he wanted to run, no one would be able to catch up with him.

But now that Teng Xiangling and Jenny are still behind him, he can take care of one and not the second, so the best thing to do is to call Duan Zixuan and ask him to help.

"Okay, good, it's interesting." The king of kings laughed. "Okay, I'll give you a chance to call someone, come on, I'll see how many people you can call."

"That's great." Yan Murong looked excited. "Actually, I also like to be lively, and I see that you are a fellow practitioner."

After speaking, Yan Murong took out his mobile phone and dialed Duan Zixuan's number.

"Murong, you can really cause trouble." The phone was connected, and Duan Zixuan's wry smile came from inside, obviously knowing what happened to Yan Murong at this time.

"I knew I couldn't hide anything from you." Yan Murong laughed. "No, I'm looking for you to borrow someone, I don't know if you can do it?"

"It's just the royal family." Duan Zixuan's tone was full of disdain, and he didn't take the Wang family seriously at all. "I'm also in Hong Kong, people, I'm ready, I'm on my way now."

"You're really a roundworm in my stomach." Yan Murong said with a smile.

"Haha, each other." Duan Zixuan also laughed.