Yan Murong is a stingy man. You can hit him, you can scold him, you can spit on him with saliva or with thick phlegm from bad breath - he will hit back, scold back, spit back. However, his only bottom line is that he will not allow anyone to insult his family, and he will not be able to say a word of no-whoever dares to say it, and he will be pulled out of his mouth.

Compared with the big man who was beaten half of his mouth before, Yu Boyu is happy.

Because Yan Murong used very skillful power. While making him feel the pain, it also protects his teeth from being removed.

"I hate it when people insult my family." Yan Murong pulled Yu Boyu, who had just finished turning around, and his head was still dizzy. Staring at the swollen half of his face, he said in a deep voice. "There's kind of—you say it again."

"I—"

"Smack!"

As soon as the word "I" came out, Yan Murong raised his hand and slapped him, agreed, tilted his head to the side, and a bloodshot tooth flew past his face.

"Do you want to say it?" Yan Murong continued to ask.

"I—"

"Smack!"

Just like just now, Yu Boyu still only spit out one word, and Yan Murong slapped him back.

"I—"

"Smack!"

"I—"

"Papapa-"

A series of slaps sounded on Boyu's face, and each time it sounded, it was accompanied by a bloodshot tooth flying out.

Yan Murong's control of strength is very perfect, ensuring that every time he hits, only one tooth will fly out - according to this algorithm, Yan Murong only needs to slap thirty-two times, and Yu Boyu will be free.

Of course, if he had removed four dispensable wisdom teeth in advance when he was a child, he would have received four fewer slaps, and he would have earned it.

At this moment, those onlookers seemed to realize that this is not a movie, how can a movie last so long for a single shot?

Damn, if you make a movie, then these actors are too professional, and they can all go to win the Oscar.

It's a fight, it's a real fight, and it's a group of people abusing it alone.

understood, understood, and had seen enough of the excitement, so the audience took out their mobile phones and prepared to call the police.

"Yan Shao, it's time for us to go, someone called the police." Duan Jinxiu saw that someone in the crowd of onlookers took out a phone to call the police, so he walked up, grabbed Yan Murong's sleeve and said.

"Call the police, call the police." Yan Murong didn't care, and pointed to Yu Boyu, who was carrying his collar in his hand, and his cheeks had turned into braised pig's head. "This bastard, his mouth is very hard, I want to see if he dares to say it."

"I-snap-" Yu Boyu looked at Duan Jinxiu for help, but as soon as he said a word, Yan Murong slapped him.

"Yan Shao, Yan Shao, what do I think, he wants to beg for mercy?" Duan Jinxiu hurriedly grabbed Yan Murong, looked at Yu Boyu who looked aggrieved and said.

This man is so terrifying - he hits a woman, and he hits a man even harder.

Thinking about it, Duan Jinxiu secretly glanced at Yan Murong and thought, he wouldn't beat himself because he pulled him as a shield, right?

"Huh? How do you know? Yan Murong looked at Duan Jinxiu strangely, even he didn't know that Yu Boyu wanted to beg for mercy.

"You're begging for mercy?"

Yu Boyu didn't speak, and looked at Yan Murong with a face full of grievances, for fear that as soon as he opened his mouth, this devil would slap him again.

"Give you a chance to speak." Yan Murong said.

"I was wrong, stop fighting, let me go, please." got the opportunity given by Yan Murong, Yu Boyu didn't care about the pain on his face, didn't care about talking and running away, and hurriedly begged for mercy.

"I really want to beg for mercy." Yan Murong looked at Yu Boyu with a guilty face and said sincerely. "I'm sorry, I thought you wanted to scold me - besides, why didn't you say it sooner when you begged for mercy?"

“――”

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, just because he hasn't reached the sad place.

Two lines of tears flowed down Yu Boyu's pig-like cheeks.

Grievance, humiliation, and unwillingness filled his little heart that was not too strong in an instant.

Say, how to say? Don't even give a chance to speak, you just hit a mouth, can you say it?

"Hey, seriously, I really didn't know you asked for mercy, you see, this is a wonderful misunderstanding." Yan Murong explained with a sincere face.

“――”

Hearing Yan Murong's apologetic words, and seeing his extremely sincere expression, Yu Boyu felt a wave of resentment rising from the dantian, just like what was written in a martial arts novel, breaking through the meridians of the whole body, and then reaching the Tianling Gai.

It's a pity that Yu Boyu cultivated the Tao, but no one gave him an initiation.

The resentment made his brain buzz and his eyes were full of snowflakes, and then, as the snow grew heavier, he felt like he was buried—and then, as soon as it was dark, he fainted completely.

"Ahh Duan Jinxiu screamed.

"I didn't stab him with a knife, what a death." Yan Murong threw Yu Boyu on the ground like garbage, looked up at the crowd pointing at this side, and realized that the police were probably coming.

walked to the side of the three big men, bent down, and pulled out a silver needle from each of the three people's knees before saying. "Your legs, they'll be feeling in half an hour - you know what to do later, right?"

"Yes, yes." The three of them nodded one after another.

The meaning of Yan Murong's words was instantly comprehended by the three of them.

That is, the police came and caught them, and they were responsible for this, and they had to take all the blame on them.

"It's good to know." Yan Murong nodded with a smile, looked at Duan Jinxiu and said. "Let's go, let's go, the police are coming."

After speaking, regardless of Duan Jinxiu shouting behind, he grabbed Yan Tong, who had been watching the excitement for a long time, and ran away-

"Brother, I've convinced you." Yan Tong shook her head and smiled bitterly as she drove. "We haven't seen each other for more than ten years, since you returned to Yanjing, pinching your fingers, this is the second time we have met - every time you have done such an earth-shattering thing."

"I don't want to." Yan Murong shrugged helplessly. "Actually, I'm a pacifist and I've always been against violence - I want to deal with things in the most convenient, simple, and direct way, but some people always don't like the way I do things, so I can only solve problems in the way they like."

Regarding Yan Murong's words, Yan Tong regarded it as a joke.

Are you a pacifist?

If you are a pacifist, then the bearded uncle in the Middle East who has met Allah is the kindest man in the world.