"The Self-Defense Forces of the island nation arrested 16 unidentified gunmen in an abandoned factory in Tokyo last night, suspected of being complicit in the murder at the Tokyo Hotel."

"According to the Metropolitan Police Department, it was a gentleman from Huaxia surnamed Zheng who provided the target location of the operation, and according to the police interrogation, the 16 gunmen were all from a mercenary organization called 'Nemesis.'"

"Prime Minister Ichiro Takahashi will hold a press conference at 9 a.m. at City Hall to respond to the Tokyo Hotel."

Several pieces of news had already been broadcast, and many people were immediately surprised, and it was not surprising that some people had provided clues, and it was not surprising that the Self-Defense Forces were arresting people at such a rapid pace -- it was strange that when did these police officers become so efficient? Those arrested at night can be interrogated in the early morning.

Mercenary? It's funny, if the other party is really a mercenary, how easy will you be caught? Those are real warriors who have been baptized by war and hard work.

Well, even if the Self-Defense Forces are awesome, don't take everyone for stupidity, okay? It's already rare for a police officer to be able to work so quickly, and it's not a fantasy that they can pry words out of the mouths of mercenaries.

Looking at these news, Yan Murong smiled.

"Huaxia? Last name Zheng? Yan Murong sneered. Zheng Wuming is forcing me to jump out by myself, and arrange some people to solve the matter, isn't this sincerely not wanting me to play. ”

"Didn't he take the suspicion on himself by doing this?" Dong Wuyan asked with a frown.

"It looks like so." Yan Murong said with a smile. "But Zheng Wuming is not stupid, and although doing so will increase his suspicion, he knows that I am not stupid - he knows that I know that he is not the one who did this."

"What he knows, you know."

Dong Wuyan was a little embarrassed by Yan Murong's awkward words, and he paused before asking. "He wants to force you to show up, what are you going to do?"

"Then follow his wishes." Yan Murong said with an indifferent face. "You see, the prime minister of that island country is going to hold a press conference later, I think, Huaxia must have some problem for this little devil - it's just that I'm a little strange, how can Zheng Wuming have such great ability in the island country?"

"It's the Mitsui family." Dong Wuyan's face turned cold. "Ichiro Takahashi is the prime minister, but he is also supported by the Mitsui family with connections and financial resources."

"The Mitsui family?" Yan Murong muttered softly. "It shouldn't be."

"What shouldn't you?" Dong Wuyan asked strangely.

"The Mitsui family shouldn't be involved in this." Yan Murong explained. "I ask you, who do you think is responsible for this?"

"Isn't that clear?" Dong Wuyan said without thinking. "It must be Mitsui Yingjun - in the island country, he is the one who has had a holiday with you except Zheng Wuming."

"No, no, no." Yan Murong shook his head again and again. "I know Zheng Wuming - I mean, he's very arrogant, even if he were going to partner with Mitsui Hidetoshi, he wouldn't do it like that. You're right, here, I did only have a holiday with Mitsui Hidetoshi, that is, me, and he was the only one who wanted to kill me - if Zheng Wuming had to choose a partner, I think, it was probably Mitsui Toshiaki. ”

"yes?" Dong Wuyan looked surprised. "Aren't you on good terms with him? Will he help Zheng Wuming? ”

"I have a good relationship with him?" Yan Murong smiled. "Where did you tell I had a good relationship with him? Did you grab that necklace with him or did the car win him? ”

"That's not what I meant." Dong said wordlessly. "I mean, you saved Masao Mitsui's life, doesn't that count?"

"Life?" Yan Murong chuckled and shook his head. "Life is important, but don't forget, he is a businessman - in the eyes of a businessman, profit is above all else, and life is a thing, when driven by enough interests, these can be put aside."

"What's in it for him?" After listening to Yan Murong's analysis, Dong Wuyan's brows furrowed.

"I don't know." Yan Murong said with a smile. "But it won't hurt me at least for the time being."

"Since he wants me to jump out on my own, then I'll grant him that wish." ――

"Bastard, bastard—"

Mitsui's handsome face distorted, his face turned red, and his eyes were full of anger, as if he was about to explode at any moment.

Just look at the pile of glass shards on the ground to know how angry Mitsui Yingjun is at this time.

"Tell me, why did that bastard do this?" Mitsui looked at the man in black who was standing in front of him with his head down, and asked with a roar.

"Master, my subordinates are not doing well, and I ask for punishment." The man in black didn't explain, he also knew that with Mitsui's current temper, even if he could say the flowers, it would probably be useless, so he just obediently accepted the punishment.

"What about the punishment? Hum. Mitsui sneered. Is it useful to chastise you? Do you know how long it takes me to raise a few dead soldiers? Four, four at a time - what shall I punish you? Seppuku? ”

"The subordinates are willing to commit suicide." The man in black said in a low voice, although he was aggrieved, he could only endure it.

Mitsui Hidejun is notoriously unreasonable, unreasonable when he is in a good mood, and even more unreasonable when he is in a bad mood, even if Mitsui Masao is here now, I'm afraid he is not used to it.

Death is death, the man in black thought, anyway, this life was given by him, and it is better to give it back to him now.

"Get out." Mitsui yung angrily, and suddenly shouted when he saw the man in black walking towards the door. "Wait, you go find me, find that guy, and let all the dead out. Death - I must die him! ”

Looking at the constantly shaking door of the room, Mitsui was handsome and panting.

Yes, he was angry, extremely angry, although this move was not clever, but at least it could lead the suspicion to Zheng Wuming for the time being. Yan Murong is good if he is dead, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't die, but he didn't expect that the four dead soldiers he had spent years cultivating would actually be killed, which made his heart hurt blood.

"Toshiaki Mitsui."

Mitsui's handsome fists were clenched together, and the smile on his face became more and more cold and cruel. "Originally, I wanted you to live with the old guy for a while longer, and then help me make more money, but now it seems that there is no need for this, the Mitsui family is mine, and it has always been mine."

"Die, you all die, it's just me, only I, Mitsui Hidetoshi, is the final winner, hahaha-"

In the empty room, Mitsui's almost crazy laughter was particularly harsh.