Early in the morning, a taxi slowly stopped in front of the Tokyo Hotel, and before the waiter could come up and open the door, the door in the back seat was opened, and then a man and a woman stepped down.

"Ah, Yan Murong is back."

As soon as the taxi left, Yan Murong was startled by a sudden scream, and when he turned his head to look, his face suddenly changed.

The door of the hotel, which was quiet just now, suddenly became lively, and with that shout, the doors of many cars parked on the side of the road all opened quickly, and then, a group of reporters carrying long guns and short cannons rushed towards Yan Murong and Dong Wuyan like hornets that had blown up their nests.

Damn, there are still squatting spots.

Yan Murong smiled bitterly in his heart and scolded secretly, his affairs had reached the foreign ministries of the two countries, and he knew that there must be many reporters in the hotel, so he specially chose this time to run back, just because he didn't want to arouse the reporter's idea.

It's good now, this group of reporters is so dedicated that they actually squatted in the car on the side of the road.

Looking at the reporters who flocked to him like a tide, Yan Murong was really worried that this group of people would tear him apart, but what made Yan Murong a little relieved was that the policemen who stayed in the hotel lobby reacted one step earlier than the reporters, and blocked Yan Murong and the others before the reporters surrounded Yan Murong.

"Mr. Yan, I'm a reporter from the China Times, can you talk about the specific circumstances of this kidnapping?"

"Mr. Yan, I'm a reporter from the Asahi Shimbun, what do you think of this incident?"

"Mr. Yan, I'm a reporter from the Globe, can I give you an interview?"

Damn, look at how direct this is, Yan Murong glanced at the female reporter who claimed to be the Global News, and muttered to herself in her heart.

"Let one go, let one go."

Just when Yan Murong was about to become deaf when he was arguing, Yasuki Koizumi, who had rushed down from upstairs after hearing the news, squeezed over from behind several policemen, still holding a megaphone in his hand.

"Reporter, be quiet, Mr. Yan has just come back and needs to rest, and we will arrange a press conference at the hotel later in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, and we will ask if we have any questions."

Fortunately, these reporters have not lost their minds, and when they heard Koizumi Yasuki say that they would arrange a press conference, they quieted down, and Yan Murong entered the hotel under the escort of several policemen.

The room is still the same room as before, except for the two black-clothed people he killed were cleaned up, the furnishings in the room have basically not changed, and even the clothes and mobile phones are still what they look like when they leave.

"It's been two days, and this phone is still charged." Yan Murong grabbed the mobile phone on the bedside table and said with a smile.

"Mine is out of power." Dong Wuyan opened his bag, rummaged through it casually, and said. "Let's give them a call first."

Yan Murong nodded, and as soon as he pressed the phone screen, he smiled bitterly again.

"You're right, if you don't come back, it is estimated that the phone will be called by them and out of power." Yan Murong looked at the hundreds of missed calls and text messages on the mobile phone screen and said helplessly.

looked through the phone calls and text messages, except for a few calls from Old Man Yan, they were basically calls from Su Qingwu, Teng Xiangling, Yan Minghua, Yan Tong and his mother Guo Wanjun, what made Yan Murong unbalanced was that his father didn't make a single call.

"Damn, am I his own?" Yan Murong felt a flurry in his heart, seriously suspecting that he was a gift from Comrade Lao Yanzi who bought black tea and opened the lid with a prize.

After thinking about it, Yan Murong still chose to call his old man first.

"Hello? Murong? Soon, Old Man Yan's slightly tired voice came from the phone.

"Grandpa, it's me." Yan Murong said softly. "You've been on the phone?"

"How can I keep it?" Old Man Yan burst into laughter on the phone, looking extremely happy. "I'm just getting old and getting up early."

"Grandpa, I'm worried about you." Yan Murong said movingly.

"Bastard, why are you talking about such meaty things? You're my grandson, can I not worry about you? Old Man Yan scolded with a smile, paused slightly, and said. Are you all okay? ”

"Don't worry, you're old." Yan Murong said. "Others don't know you don't know me? I want other people's lives to be easy, others want my lives, and I can cultivate for thousands of years. ”

"Stop." Old Man Yan asked in a low voice. "Got eyebrows?"

"What eyebrows? - Oh, I see. Yan Murong reacted in a daze.

"I know who did it with my toes, but, grandpa, I'll figure it out myself."

"Do you figure it out yourself?" Old Man Yan chuckled. "It's okay, a few of our old men in the province are still blindly mixing with the back of your ass at such an old age - but if you solve it yourself, you have to pay attention to the impact."

"I understand." Yan Murong replied in a deep voice.

He knew that the old man was reminding him not to make too much trouble, Huaxia had just taken advantage of this opportunity to get some benefits, but he couldn't lose it all because of him.

"It's good to understand." Old Man Yan said. "Murong, finish dealing with your side as soon as possible. Remember, although the people of our Yan family are not flawed, they are not bullied if they want to-in addition, come back when you are done, someone has sent you something. ”

"Someone sent me something?"

Old Man Yan's words made Yan Murong confused, and after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't come up with any friends he had, and he actually gave him something.

"Yes, don't think about it." Old Man Yan seemed to see Yan Murong's expression and said. "It's your master who delivers you something."

"Did the old man send me something?" Yan Murong looked surprised. "Grandpa, do you mean the old man has returned to Yanjing?"

"You kid." Old Man Yan smiled bitterly. "Lao Miao is my friend and your master, you call him an old man, it's unseemly."

"It's okay, he's used to it." Yan Murong's hippie smile justified. "Grandpa, you haven't said the old man, did he go back to Yanjing?"

"Nope."

Old Man Yan said. "Lao Miao's temperament is so stubborn, how can he come back at this time? I found someone to bring it to you. ”

"I knew he wouldn't go down." Yan Murong pursed his lips and asked. "What did the old man give me?"

"Sent a box."

"Got a box?"

"Yes, Lao Miao gave you a box." Old Man Yan said in a deep voice. "I took it upon myself to open it and take a look."

"What is it?" Yan Murong asked urgently, listening to the old man's tone, Yan Murong knew that what the old man sent was definitely not an ordinary product.

"A sword - the sword that caused chaos in Yanjing thirty years ago!"