Chapter 121: The Screenwriter Sucks!
Seeing Yan Murong's smile, the king of kings couldn't help but shudder, and then looked at Li Quan lying on the ground pretending to be dead, and he began to mourn for him in his heart.
"Get up, don't play dead." Yan Murong shouted. "Dare to pretend to be dead again, believe it or not, I will let you die?"
Li Quan turned around with an aggrieved face, and the expression on his face was also a little distorted, I don't know if it was because of pain or hatred.
"Smack-"
Yan Murong grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up from the ground, and slapped him over.
"Find fault, huh?"
"Smack-"
"You can't make trouble here, can you?"
"Smack-"
"That, the wrong flower, threw his brother-in-law over." Yan Murong shouted loudly.
As soon as he finished speaking, a black shadow flew towards him, accompanied by a terrified howl.
"Bang!" After a muffled thud, the goatee man fell heavily to the ground.
"Brother Quan-brother-in-law, what's wrong with you?"
When he saw Li Quan's swollen face like a pig's head and miserable, he couldn't care about the pain in his body, and ran to Li Quan's side, shaking Li Quan's body while screaming loudly.
What's wrong with me? Are you blind? I can't see that I'm beaten like this. Can't you look with your own eyes? Li Quan thought depressedly, if it weren't for the severe pain in his face, he really wanted to scold this bastard back to his grandmother's house.
"Wang Shao, Wang Shao save me."
The goatee man was not stupid, knowing that Li Quan could not be even-handed with the man in front of him, he began to ask for help from the king of kings.
"Qiangzi, I can't save you." The king of kings shook his head, his eyes simply dodging his begging gaze.
"Wang Shao, please save me." Hadron pleaded. "It's none of my business, I just sent you something, you asked me to bring someone over, you can't do this."
"You fart." The king of kings was shocked, stepped forward quickly, and kicked Qiangzi in the face, and suddenly, the unlucky child had a nosebleed, several teeth were lost, and the whole person lay on the ground covering his face and wailing.
"You just said it was a misunderstanding?" Yan Murong stared at the king of kings with burning eyes and asked.
"I-this is a misunderstanding." Seeing Yan Murong's eyes, the king of kings subconsciously took two steps back and said. "Everything he said was slander, and I never asked him to do it."
"Slander?" The smile on Yan Murong's face was even bigger. "Do I have to believe what you say?"
"If you don't believe me, I can't help it." The king of kings said helplessly. "He'll do whatever you want."
"Dispose of him?" Yan Murong shook his head. "I think you're mistaken, he's a gun at best, no bullets, a gun can't kill people, no one shoots a bullet, and it can't kill people - do you think I should settle accounts with a gun or someone with a gun?"
"The king of kings is speechless, it is like killing people with guns, guns are not guilty, only those who have guns are guilty."
"Just because you don't speak means you're acquiescing?" Yan Murong said. "Okay, then I'll give you an analysis."
"You're getting mixed up with Zheng Wuming, aren't you? If I'm not mistaken, the news of my return to Hong Kong was told to you by Zheng Wuming. β
"It's just your guess." The king of kings said.
"yes, but I don't think I guessed wrong." Yan Murong chuckled. "Then, Zheng Wuming will ask you to make trouble for me. So, you find this guy named Hadron and follow us to the hotel, and then pretend to have a conflict. β
"Don't you think if you want to act, you should find two professional actors?" Yan Murong looked at the king of kings with disdain. "By the way, the screenwriters are too bad."
"That guy said when he was in the hotel that they were going to deliver something to Wang Shao." Yan Murong pointed to the pile of white powder on the coffee table and said. "That's it, right? It looks a lot like drugs -- but their acting talent is so bad, it's a fifteen minutes drive from that hotel at most, and he just said that it's late to deliver something to you, I think, it's not that he's late, it's that you haven't figured out where to send it, right? β
"When I get here, you'll come with youβdon't tell me you're a door-to-door coincidence with me."
"Look, I didn't even know that this was Dong Wuyan's place, you should know, right?"
"It's not a secret." The king of kings said. "I've been to every entertainment club in Sister Dong, of course I know."
"yes, of course you do, that's why you got these drugs." Yan Murong said. "But I have to admit that your trick is really ruthless - if I go somewhere else, I will be framed by you for drug use, but I am from Dong Wuyan's territory, you can not only frame me for drug use, but also make some trouble for Dong Wuyan."
"Tsk-" Yan Murong looked at the powder on the coffee table with a sigh on his face. "That's a lot, it should have cost a lot of money, right?"
"Hmph, Yan Murong, this is just your wishful thinking." The king of kings sneered. "We bought them for our own consumption, what does it have to do with you?"
"Eat it yourself?" Yan Murong smiled even happier. "Then why didn't I see any of you eating? How? Need me to feed you? β
"Y-don't mess around."
Hearing Yan Murong's words, the little courage that Wang Zhong** mustered was suddenly gone.
This guy is a complete mad dog, and whoever hits him will bite off a piece of meat.
"I'm messing around? No, I'm not going to mess around. Yan Murong said. I'm just kind enough to do you a favor. β
As he spoke, Yan Murong walked over to the king of kings, and in his frightened eyes, he pulled his collar and pressed him on the coffee table.
"Yan Murong, you let go of me, you can't do this." The king of kings was shocked, but no matter how he struggled, Yan Murong's hand pressed him on the coffee table like an iron tong, and he couldn't move for half a minute.
There were a lot of people in the box, and even a few people wanted to come up to stop Yan Murong, but after seeing Yan Murong's eyes like they were about to kill, they immediately wilted. They are not stupid, and they naturally understand that even the king of kings does not dare to provoke people they can't afford to provoke.
"Why don't you eat some?" Yan Murong pinched up a little powder with his fingers, put it under his nose and sniffed it, and said. "It's quite rich, the purity is so high, the price must not be cheap, right?"
"I-I don't eat, I don't want to eat." The king of kings said urgently.
"Let's eat some, it's a pity not to eat such an expensive thing."
"No, I don't eat it." The king of kings cried out in terror. "Yan Murong, you let me go, I admit that it was my fault this time, I don't dare anymore."
"Admit it now?" Yan Murong pulled up the king of kings, looked into his eyes and said. "Didn't you have a hard mouth just now?"
"Leave me alone, and I won't trouble you again."
"Okay." Yan Murong smiled.
"Thank you." The king of kings immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"Why are you so polite? I said I'll let you go, but you'd better eat something first. β
As soon as the words fell, the king of kings was caught off guard, and pressed his head into the pile of white powder.