Yan Murong had a smile on his face, but the anger in his heart was monstrous.

The king of kings can be said to have made a bloody investment, and he used heroin of high purity.

The scientific name of this thing is diacetylmorphine, but it's actually something extracted from poppies. It is also strange to say that in traditional Chinese medicine, many herbs are both poisonous and curative, such as poppy, and now many cough syrups add a small amount of poppy husks.

Huaxia's law treats drug trafficking very strictly, as long as a small bag is the size of a finger, it is enough to eat a gun, let alone such a big stall on the coffee table. If you are caught, it is enough to pull it out and shoot it for ten minutes.

Yan Murong didn't forcibly stuff the king of kings into his mouth, but just pressed his head into the powder, and then stepped aside and looked at the king of kings with a smile on his face.

"Crazy, you're a madman, quick, give me water."

After Yan Murong sent his hand away, the king of kings bounced up as if he had a spring, and his face and body were covered with white powder. In that way, if you put two more blushes, you will be a circus clown.

He didn't eat it, but after being pressed into the powder by Yan Murong, he still had to breathe, and a lot of the powder still entered his body along his nose and mouth.

With such a high purity of heroin, a little inhalation is enough for an adult to be high for several hours, not to mention that the king of kings has inhaled so much.

At this time, the men and women in the room who looked stupid came to their senses, and hurriedly began to find water for the king of kings.

"Wang Shao, quick, quickly pick your throat with your hands and spit it out."

"Rinse your mouth, hurry up, water, where's water?"

"Call an ambulance."

For a while, the whole box was in chaos, and the king of kings bent over, slashing his throat with his fingers, and after a violent retching, he didn't spit out anything.

Wiping a handful of powder from his face, the king of kings raised his head again, his eyes were already full of anger.

"Yan Murong, even if Lao Tzu dies, he will pull you as a backdrop." The king of kings roared with tears in his eyes, grabbed the fruit knife on the coffee table, and walked towards Yan Murong.

"You can't even give you a gun, and you still need it?" Yan Murong smiled disdainfully, but he didn't dodge or dodge, until the tip of the knife in the king's hand was about to pierce him, then he reached out a hand and grabbed the wrist he had gotten, and then pressed his wrist down violently.

"Click-"

A slight bone cracking sound came, and the knife in the hand of the king of kings also fell downward under the pain, Yan Murong scooped it up with his hand, and then dropped it casually, and the fruit knife turned into a silver light and was firmly nailed to the wall.

"I'll fight with you."

Yan Murong broke a wrist, but the king of kings still didn't give up, grabbed a beer bottle from the coffee table, and threw it at Yan Murong.

"Smack!"

The wine bottle was taken down by Yan Murong steadily, and then, without waiting for the king of kings to react, the wine bottle returned the same way and smashed directly into the head of the king of kings.

Wine, blood, and white powder gathered together, and the face of the king of kings, which was not too ugly, was mixed with mud, and it looked extremely hideous.

The knife was gone, and it didn't work to throw the wine bottle, the king of kings still didn't give up, and the whole person pounced on Yan Murong, that posture, it seemed that he wouldn't stop until Yan Murong was killed.

"I'm embarrassed to say I'm crazy." Yan Murong said with a sigh. "You're crazy."

As he spoke, he slowly raised one foot, ready to send the king of kings to play the roller coaster.

"Stop!"

At this moment, the door of the box was suddenly pushed open, and a coquettish cry with a rapid gasp suddenly sounded.

This coquettish shout made Yan Murong and the king of kings all stop, turned to look at the door, and saw Dong Wuxian walking in under the protection of the four bodyguards.

"Brother Yan, are you okay?" Dong Wutear looked around, fixed his eyes on Yan Murong, trotted to Yan Murong's side, grabbed his arm, looked up and down carefully, and found that Yan Murong was not injured, then turned his head to look at a group of men and women standing there in a daze.

"Who did it?" Dong Wutear pointed to the powder on the coffee table, and his pretty face was as cold as frost. Even Yan Murong felt the cold aura emanating from her body.

"No one is talking?"

Seeing that these men and women were all dodging their eyes, Dong Wutear's eyes became even colder. "Okay, no one admits it, then don't leave any of you today."

"Miss Dong, it wasn't us who did it, it was Wang Shao, and it was all arranged by Wang Shao."

Under the gaze of Dong Wuxian who could almost freeze to death, someone finally couldn't stand it anymore and sold the king of kings without hesitation.

It is terrible to offend the Wang family, and it is even more terrible to offend the Dong family, so the king of kings was sold.

"King of Kings, how do you explain today's events?" Dong Wuxian asked in a tearful voice. "Don't think that if my sister is not here, you can have no scruples in Hong Kong."

It's a pity that at this time, the king of kings was no longer able to answer Dong Wuxian's words, and the whole person's eyes became trance-like, although he was still standing, his body staggered and twitched, and then, he fell to the ground with a "bang".

"It's over, Wang Shao has sucked too much, and he's going to die."

Seeing the convulsive body of the king of kings, the group of men and women panicked, screaming and wanting to run out, but there was no Dong Wutear to speak, but the four bodyguards were firmly guarding the door, and none of them ran out.

"What's going on?" Dong Wutear's eyes swept to the guy who sold the king of kings and asked.

"It's none of my business, it's really none of my business."

As he spoke, he pointed at Yan Murong. "It's him, he made it, and he pressed Wang Shao into it."

"Brother Yan-" Dong Wutear turned his head to look at Yan Murong, and the coldness in his eyes gradually disappeared.

"You want me to save him?" Yan Murong asked with a wry smile.

"Well, save him." Dong Wutearfully nodded. "He can't die."

"Why can't you die?" Yan Murong asked rhetorically. "He bought the drugs, and he became like this because of an overdose."

"Brother Yan." Dong Wutear looked at Yan Murong with a pleading face. "If he dies, he will die, but if he dies, the Wang family will definitely not give up, you just came to Hong Kong, in fact, some things are not as they appear on the surface."

"Okay, I see." Yan Murong pondered for a while before nodding in agreement.

"Then save him." Dong Wuxian said. "I'm afraid he won't make it to the ambulance."

"It's really unreasonable." Yan Murong smiled bitterly. "He tried to frame me, and now he wants me to save him—"

PS: Tragic ...... I came out of dinner at night, but now I was stopped by the rain in the Internet café......