No surveillance, no clues, no footprints.

In the face of these three no-theft cases, all the police officers felt a headache. Even asked the two security guards who were knocked unconscious on duty in the monitoring room, they didn't know anything, if it wasn't for the security guards who were looking for the building, it is estimated that no one would have seen it until the next morning.

In the presidential suite on the top floor of the Victoria Hotel, a masked man dressed in black appeared in the room, looked around, and found that there was no monitoring equipment, then closed the door lightly and walked towards the master bedroom.

The bedroom door was not closed, and when I looked through the crack in the door, I saw a slick body lying on the bed in the master bedroom, which was wide enough to sleep four or five people.

"Damn, a big man actually sleeps naked." Yan Murong scolded angrily, then pushed open the bedroom door, and walked in with a flicker.

Looking at Mitsui Toshiaki on the bed, Yan Murong looked disdainful, and there was just such a little thing under his crotch, and he was embarrassed to show it?

Standing beside Toshiaki Mitsui's bed, Yan Murong Zhi regretted why he didn't buy a better mobile phone in the first place, although the two hundred yuan broken things were durable, but in addition to a snake game, they didn't even have the function of taking pictures and videos. Otherwise, if you take a few nude photos of Mitsui now, you can get a lot of money, right?

Sighing depressedly, Yan Murong took out a syringe from his body and stabbed it at Mitsui Toshiaki's neck.

"Ahh

Toshiaki Mitsui, who was asleep, was awakened by the pain in his neck, and subconsciously stretched out his hand, but found that he had no strength at all.

Seeing the masked man sitting next to the bed, Mitsui Toshiaki was stunned for a moment, and his first reaction was not to find a way to escape, but to pull up the quilt next to him with great effort to cover his naked body.

"Block, what." Yan Murong could change his voice and said in a low voice. "Everyone is a man, and I have what you have, so there's nothing to look at."

"Y-who are you?" Toshiaki Mitsui looked at the man in black in front of him and asked with a frightened expression. "Don't hurt me, I'm Toshiaki Mitsui of the Mitsui family in the island country, and I'm also the future successor of the Mitsui Foundation, do you want money? I'll give you money, I'll give you as much as you want, as long as you don't hurt me, hurting me won't do you any good. ”

"Oh? Are you rich? Listening to Mitsui Toshiming's words, Yan Murong's eyes lit up, and he secretly thought in his heart, should I take this opportunity to knock on the bamboo bar? Anyway, this guy doesn't know who he is now.

"I'm rich." Mitsui Toshiming saw that Yan Murong's purpose was for money, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The Mitsui consortium has money, and as long as the other party asks for money, then everything is easy to say.

"Tell me how much money you have." Yan Murong asked in a deep voice, but the greedy light in his eyes made Mitsui Toshiaki shiver.

"I- I don't have much, I don't have any cash on me." Toshiaki Mitsui said. "I can write you a check, can you let me get back to strength first? I can't write a check. ”

"Nope." Yan Murong shook his head and said. "I want cash."

"I don't have any cash."

"Bank card transfer." Yan Murong said coldly, grabbed the clothes that Mitsui Toshiaki put aside, took out a golden forbidden card from it, put the laptop on the table in front of him, and said. "Just this card, transfer all the money in it to my designated account."

"There's—there's no money in this card."

Seeing the card in Yan Murong's hand, Mitsui Toshiming's face became extremely ugly, and he secretly scolded this bastard in his heart for being too picky. You don't choose seven or eight bank cards, you have to choose the one with the most money.

Yes, I have to say that Yan Murong was very lucky. Toshiaki Mitsui has a lot of bank cards in his wallet, and he just chose this one with the most money.

"Who are you getting?" Yan Murong said angrily, looked at Mitsui Toshiaki coldly, and said impatiently. "If you want money or death, choose one yourself."

Seeing the cold light in Yan Murong's eyes, Mitsui Toshiaki felt goosebumps all over his body, nodded again and again, and said. "I'm going to die, I'm going to give you money, don't hurt me."

Toshiaki Mitsui is not a fool, his bodyguard lives next door, he hasn't even come in for so long, he must have been dealt with, even if he breaks his throat, it is impossible for someone to come in to save him, so he just gives him some money.

Although he is distressed, he still understands the truth of breaking wealth and avoiding disasters.

Turn on the computer, quickly open the transfer software, after entering the password, Yan Murong snatched the computer, looked at the numbers on it, and his heart blossomed.

380 million US dollars, damn it, this is really someone who sends pillows when you want to sleep, and someone who takes the initiative to send banknotes when you are short of money.

crackled a string of bank account numbers, and in an instant, the string of numbers in Mitsui's account turned into a bare duck egg.

"The money is given to you, can you let me go?" Listening to the bell that indicated that the transfer was successful, Mitsui Toshiaki was dripping blood in distress, and secretly vowed to find this bastard even if he turned the earth over, and let him spit out all his money - but now, he could only pray that this guy took the money and left quickly.

"Don't you wonder who I am?" Yan Murong asked in a deep voice.

"No, no, no, don't say it." Toshiaki Mitsui shook his head repeatedly. "I don't want to know who you are."

"Why?"

"I'll die if I know."

"Who said that?"

"That's how it is played on TV."

Yan Murong held back a smile, looked at Mitsui Toshiaki, who was shrunk into a ball, and said. "You don't want to know—tell you, I'm a ghost man, you know, ghosts, you know?"

"I don't know, I don't know anything." Toshiaki Mitsui felt the cold sweat behind his back bubbling down.

He knew the name of the ghost very well, and even if he knew, he couldn't say he knew it now.

"It's okay if you don't know." Yan Murong sneered. "Remember my name, my name is Prince."

"I don't know, I really don't know who you are, I haven't heard anything." Toshiaki Mitsui was about to cry, and his head shook like a drum.

"Now I know." Yan Murong sneered, looked at Mitsui Toshiming and said. "You think I'm coming to you just for money? Hmph, I don't like your money at all. ”

"Whatever you want, I'll give you whatever you want." Toshiaki Mitsui asked in a trembling voice, but the fear in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger. This made Yan Murong very happy, thinking to himself, the name of this ghost is quite useful.

"Don't you know what I want?"

"I really don't know." Toshiaki Mitsui said urgently. "You say, as long as you say it, I will give it if I have it."

"Technical information on solar cars, bring them." Yan Murong stretched out his hand and said. "Don't say you don't!"