While speaking, Yan Murong was also looking at the man in front of him.

Wang Kui, as his name suggests, is called a burly, Yan Murong's height of one meter seventy-five is not too short, but it is a head lower than Wang Kui. A head was shaved shiny, the horizontal flesh on her face was shaking, and the pockmarked pits made Yan Murong feel a little sick to her stomach when she looked at it - not to mention Xue Wen's reluctance, even if she cried and shouted that she was willing to marry this "pit man", Yan Murong had to jump out and break up the girl.

It's not terrible to insert flowers on cow dung, at least cow dung is still nutritious, if it is inserted in honeycomb coal, it will be too eye-catching.

"What did you just say? Haha, you're very good at fighting? Wang Kui laughed arrogantly. Do you know where this is? This is Dawang Village, our surname Wang's territory, you a foreigner dare to come to us to spread wild? You haven't been beaten, have you? ”

"Xiaoyan, come into the house quickly." Xue Guoqing also walked over and dragged Yan Murong into the house. "They are unreasonable, you don't pay attention to them, they will leave when they have enough trouble, the more you deal with them, the more energetic they will be."

"Uncle, don't worry, it's okay." Yan Murong broke free of Xue Guoqing's hand without leaving a trace, stepped forward, looked at Wang Kui and said. "Tell me, how much it costs, I'll give it to you."

"You give it to me? Okay, two million, take it out. Wang Kui looked at Yan Murong with a sneer, and thought, wait for your kid to take out the money, and beat you again, and see what you can say.

"You fart, it's obviously 500,000, even if you are a loan shark, how can there be such a high interest?" Hearing that Wang Kui would ask for two million, Xue Jinwen quit. That's two million, not two hundred, and he can't sell both of his kidneys for so much money if he digs them out and cuts them into slices.

"Okay, two million, right?" Yan Murong waved his hand to stop Xue Jinwen from arguing any further, took out the check book from his body, signed it by Long Feifengwu, tore it off, threw it directly on the ground, and said. "It's a cash check, and you can cash it right away at the bank, want? Come and get it yourself? ”

Looking at Yan Murong's playful smile, Wang Kui didn't speak again.

He's an old sparrow, and he knows who he can mess with and who can't. The man in front of him looked thin and weak like a little white face, but he wrote a cash check for two million without blinking his eyes, such a person, who knows what power is behind him.

Although Xue Wen is beautiful, she is beautiful and does not eat, and the loan of 500,000 yuan will become 2 million in a few months, which is not a loss for a net profit of 1.5 million yuan.

"Well, brother is happy enough." Wang Kui laughed and walked over. "Since my brother is so happy, if I, Wang Kui, say anything more, it will be too ignorant-okay, I will accept this money, and I will not come in the future."

"Wait." Yan Murong suddenly grabbed Wang Kui, who was bending down to pick up the check, and said. "Where's the IOU?"

"Hey, look at my brain." Wang Kui patted the shiny bald head, smiled, took out a note from his pocket that was not much better than butt wiping paper, handed it to Yan Murong, and said. "That's it, don't say brother, I'll get you."

"Uncle, let's see if it's true." Yan Murong didn't make a big effort to Wang Kui, handed the IOU to Xue Guoqing, and after Xue Guoqing confirmed the authenticity, he took it and tore it to pieces.

Seeing Yan Murong tear up the IOU, Wang Kui bent down and prepared to pick up the check, and then, he was horrified to find that he had already stood up, but his index and middle fingers were still on the check, and the check was placed on the ground unsealed, but it was already dyed with a layer of blood red.

"Look at it, that's your finger." Yan Murong looked at Wang Kui with a smile on his face. "I'll give you two million, and you sell me two fingers, it's not a good deal—pick up your fingers and the check, and go."

It was only at this time that everyone suddenly discovered that the axe that was originally placed on the wooden pier next to them for chopping wood did not know when it arrived in Yan Murong's hand, and blood was still dripping from the blade of the axe, and for a while, everyone was stunned.

"Brother Kui, you—your hand."

At this time, one of Wang Kui's followers reacted first, pointing to the fingers on the ground and screaming in horror.

"Holy shit."

Wang Kui reacted at this time, looked at the severed finger on the ground, and felt the pain in his hand again, and immediately screamed and scolded.

No one could see exactly when the axe came to Yan Murong's hand - let alone when he moved it.

"Why don't you pick it up and go to the hospital?" Yan Murong still had a smiling expression on his face. "If you don't go, your nerves will die when it's late, and you won't be able to pick it up if you want to—rest assured, I'll cut it very neatly and pick it up very well."

Looking at the man in front of him who was smiling and persuading him to go to the hospital like a good gentleman, Wang Kui couldn't help but shudder in his heart. He has been mixing for a long time, scolding is leisure and entertainment, and fighting is commonplace. However, even if they are aggressive to cut people, they basically use iron rods, and they rarely hold knives. Even if he used a machete, he used the back of the knife to cut people, and it was normal for his nose and face to be swollen when he was beaten, but it was too rare to see blood as soon as he came up - and besides, this guy was so fast that he didn't feel pain when his fingers were broken.

The opponent is too ruthless, he can't beat it, and he is the best plan. Wang Kui thought to himself, wait until the hospital picks up the severed finger, and then blow the whistle and call someone to hack this girl to death. When he left, he hadn't forgotten to pick up the bloody check - what happened to the blood, two million, the handwriting on the signature and amount was still clear, and it could be exchanged.

It wasn't until Wang Kui led the people away that Yan Murong threw the axe aside, turned around, looked at the stunned people of the Xue family, and said. "It's a bit violent, it scares everyone - but I've known since I was a kid that if you don't kill a weasel, it will haunt you endlessly. But don't worry, since I'm here, I'll help you solve it completely. ”

As he spoke, Yan Murong put his finger in his mouth and whistled like the boss on the scholar TV called the younger brother, but after blowing for a long time, there was no other sound except for the sound of "poof, poof, poof", and there was no other sound.

"This—" Yan Murong looked at Xue Guoqing with an embarrassed expression, pointed to the whistle he used to herd sheep around his neck, and said. "Uncle, borrow it from me."

"Oh, good." Xue Guoqing nodded indifferently and handed the whistle to Yan Murong.

"Toot-toot!"

"Blowing your uncle, whistling, calling a dog?"

As soon as the whistle blew, the door was pushed open again. This time, it was not Wang Kui's group of ruffians who came in, but two women wearing tight leather clothes and sunglasses