"Apologize? Why should I apologize? Zheng Wuming looked inexplicable. I didn't do it, and if I came to you because of this, don't you think I'm not confessing? ――Is there a problem with your IQ or is there a problem with my IQ? ”

Yan Murong stimulated Zheng Wuming with words, and Zheng Wuming took the opportunity to stab him with a soft knife.

Only a fool will come to apologize, and a fool will not confess to himself.

Look at what you're saying, who exactly has the IQ problem?

Yan Murong is not only stingy, but also has a terrible thick skin, Zheng Wuming's soft knife didn't hurt him, not even a little bit of flesh and skin stabbed into it.

"Then why don't you dream of being invincible at home in the middle of the night?" Yan Murong said with a sneer. "Could it be that you Zheng Dashao can't bear the loneliness and run out to find a *** to play?"

"I'm not interested in this kind of thing." Zheng Wuming said lightly. "First of all, although I didn't do either of these things, I still have some regrets to know that you are not dead, and besides - I heard that you are going to Hong Kong?"

Hearing this, Yan Murong was a little surprised.

This matter was also decided by himself temporarily, and except for the second uncle, only Duan Zixuan knew, how did he know?

Looking at Yan Murong's somewhat surprised expression, Zheng Wuming felt comfortable, he had been angry so many times, and this time he could finally make him unhappy once.

"Don't be surprised." Zheng Wuming said proudly. "I'll admit, you're a very strong opponent - at least in all these years, you're the strongest and most interesting opponent I've ever faced."

"You come from a wealthy family, and you have a brilliant hand, which can be called a medical skill to bring the dead back to life."

"You've got a weird personality, but you've always been extra maddening—but that's your weakness."

"What's even more powerful is that you have formed your own small circle in just two months~, in this regard, I have to say, I admire you very much."

Speaking of this, Zheng Wuming paused before continuing. "But, don't forget, you have your own circle~, and I also have my own circle~. Moreover, my circle~ is bigger - so, some of the things I want to know, I can still know. ”

As the saying goes, the person who knows you best is not your friend, but your enemy.

Yan Murong admitted this sentence.

Indeed, just as he understood that Zheng Wuming was a hypocrite, Zheng Wuming also understood that he was a neurotic.

"Are you very happy that I left Yanjing?" Yan Murong said rhetorically.

"I'm not happy." Zheng Wuming shook his head. "You're a cheap guy, but as I said before, you're a very strong and interesting opponent. You gave me the desire to fight. ”

"I really didn't expect that I was so handsome that even men have desires when they look at me." Yan Murong shook his head narcissistically and smiled bitterly.

Zheng Wuming didn't care about the sarcasm in Yan Murong's words, and continued. "So, in order to make myself happy - I decided to go to Hong Kong as well."

“――”

Looking at the pile of iron chisels made of bicycle spokes on the table, Yan Murong had the urge to tie Zheng Wuming into a hedgehog.

What does this bastard mean? He was in Yanjing, he was against himself, he went to Hong Kong by himself, and this guy was still chasing after his ass.

Actually, Yan Murong didn't think that all along, it was him who had the upper hand-

"Hey, I said, Old Man Xu, my brothers are here again, should you pay the tax for living and working in peace and contentment?" A flowing voice came into Yan Murong's ears.

Following the sound, I saw three men who looked like they could scare crying children standing in front of the middle-aged man who was barbecuing, looking at each other happily.

In this world, there is good and bad, and there is good and evil. What these people are doing, Yan Murong knows at a glance.

However, what does this tax mean?

Protection fee is protection fee, what do you do so elegantly.

"A few big brothers, it's okay, we have a small business, and we have an income of more than 200 yuan in one night, and you can collect one or two thousand yuan a month, and we have no money." The middle-aged man picked up a rag and wiped his oily hands, pleading bitterly as he rubbed it.

"That's it, you guys are too inhuman, how can I live with my father if this continues." The young man said with an angry face.

"How do you live?" Of the three, a man in a floral shirt at the head looked disdainful. "How to live is your business, but if you set up a stall here, you can't pay a penny less in taxes, do you know how to call a high-pollution profession? Besides, do you have a business license? Take it out. ”

"Hey, Zheng Wuming, have you ever raised such a awesome underworld?" Yan Murong looked at Zheng Wuming with a strange look and asked. "What is this living and working tax, have you heard of it?"

"I haven't heard of it." Zheng Wuming shook his head. "I guess it's protection money, right?"

After a pause, Zheng Wuming asked. "What? Do you want to take care of this matter? ”

"Let's see." Yan Murong didn't nod or shake his head, and asked rhetorically. "Don't you want to care?"

Zheng Wuming shook his head. "This happens every day, and I can't control it."

"It's really inhuman." Yan Murong said with a look of disdain.

“――”

As he was talking, he heard a man in a flower shirt say again. "Old Xutou, we are also routine law enforcement, you don't have any money, right? Okay, no problem, my brother has been squeezed dry by a few chicks in a few nights, come, give us dozens of strings of sheep kidneys to make up for it, and you will pay your taxes - don't worry, we will invoice you. Hurry up, or you'll lose your stall. ”

"Y-you're a bully." The middle-aged popularity is trembling, but it's just a couple of words. There was no substantial effect at all.

Yan Murong can understand that these people are not an underworld, they are actually Uncle Chengguan, who is known to be comparable in combat effectiveness and destructive power to an atomic bomb.

Damn, dozens of strings of lamb kidneys? You are not afraid to make up for your nosebleeds at night.

So, Yan Murong was angry in his heart, and he grabbed the beer in front of him and drank it in a big gulp.

"Whoosh-"

"Bang-"

Then, a bottle with half a beer in it flew out, crossed a beautiful parabola in the air, and landed exactly on the head of the man in the floral shirt.

Yan Murong's beer was still in his hand, but the bottle in front of Zheng Wuming was gone.

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