Yan Murong was stunned for a moment, and his head began to be a little confused.

These two guys are here for his prescription? What is the prescription? Teng's prescription?

"What's the prescription?" Yan Murong asked inexplicably.

"Are you pretending to be confused?" Ambrole stared at Yan Murong's expression and said. "I can remind you that it is the prescription you got from Su Hang."

And so it was.

Yan Murong thought to himself, there are many people who know that Teng Zhan gave him the prescription, Teng Xiangling knows, Han Xiang and Gongsun Wuji also know, and the current partner Duan Zixuan also knows, but these people are not the object of suspicion.

Could it be Zheng Wuming or Situ Jin?

"Mr. Yan, aren't you ready to hand it over?" Seeing that Yan Murong was in a daze, Ambrole narrowed his eyes, put his finger on the trigger again, and pointed the muzzle at Dong Wuyan.

"The prescription is not on me." Yan Murong shook his head and said.

"Chirp-"

A faint voice sounded, the muzzle of the gun in Ambrole's hand trembled slightly, and a bullet grazed Dong Wuyan's ear and hit the wall behind him. A strand of black hair fell out of Dong Wuyan's sideburns and floated on the floor that had been somewhat corroded by the sea breeze.

Yan Murong's pupils contracted violently, this group of bastards really dared to shoot.

"I said, it's not on me, how can you let me give it to you? - Why don't you let me go and I'll go back and get it? Yan Murong stared at Ambrole expressionlessly and said.

"Mr. Yan, our patience is limited."

As he spoke, the muzzle of the gun trembled again, and the hair that was still sticking to the seawater in Dong Wuyan's ears was knocked down again.

"As you can see, my marksmanship is not bad, but it is not always so accurate, and I can't guarantee that the next shot will make a hole in the beautiful lady's head."

"Chirp-"

As he spoke, Ambrole seemed to be showing off his marksmanship, and fired three more shots in a row, all of which grazed Dong Wuyan's cheeks.

Dong Wuyan's face was pale, but her arrogant temperament made her still not shout like other women, she just sat there and looked at Ambrole coldly.

"How do you believe me?" Yan Murong said helplessly. In the past, he didn't come to threaten others. Well, now, it's the answer to that sentence - sooner or later, you will have to pay it back.

"I said that things are not in me, why don't you believe them. Can this brain be a killer? Yan Murong said angrily. If you don't believe it, you can search it yourself, I have just a little bit of clothes all over my body, and I'm all soaked, do you think I can hide something? ”

After listening to Yan Murong's words, Ambro Rolle pondered, and after a while, he spoke. "I believe you, however, this woman must stay here."

"Nope." Yan Murong shook his head. "You have to put the two of us together, or you won't think of anything."

"It seems that you still don't understand the current situation." Soros, who had been standing aside and watching the excitement for a long time, spoke. "In your Chinese dialect, it's the people who are the swords, and the fish and the meat -- you are now the fish on our chopping board, and you have no bargaining power."

"Can I ask another question?" Yan Murong asked discussively.

"I can grant your wishes." Soros shrugged his shoulders and said.

"Well, did you just say that your leader asked you to arrest me?"

As he spoke, a strange smile hung on the corner of Yan Murong's mouth, and he continued to ask without waiting for Soros to speak. "If I'm not mistaken, if you two can't get what I have, you won't be able to live, right?"

Hearing Yan Murong's words, Soros and Ambrole suddenly became vigilant, walked quickly to the window, looked around along the window, and after making sure that there was no one nearby, Soros asked. "What do you want to say?"

"It's simple." Yan Murong said with a smile on his face. "Now I'm sure that if you don't get anything, you won't survive—in that case, we'll have bargaining chips."

"You think I won't dare kill you?" Soros was immediately angry, and the muzzle of the gun was directly aimed at Yan Murong's head, the nose of the machine was wide open, as long as his fingers moved slightly, Yan Murong's brain would be sprayed all over the ground.

"It's not that I look down on you." Yan Murong glanced at Soros out of the corner of his eye. "It's you who really don't dare to kill me."

"What about her?" Soros suddenly laughed, a black face like a coal miner and the two rows of small white teeth that were exposed when he laughed, which really gave people a cautious feeling.

"Kill her, and you won't get it either." Yan Murong shook his head and said.

"Chirp-"

"Ahh

After a soft sound, Dong Wuyan's scream came out.

Soros fired, and the golden bullet passed through Dong Wuyan's snow-white calf, bringing up a bloody arrow, and hit the floor.

"Holy, you dare shoot." Yan Murong was furious.

This bastard really fucking dares to shoot - it's over, it's over, and such a beautiful jumping leg is so destroyed.

Yan Murong was anxious and angry, looking at Dong Wuyan, whose face was painful, and a feeling of guilt also rose in his heart. This matter has nothing to do with her at all. Originally, the other party just wanted to catch his own wolf, but Dong Wuyan, the rabbit, also fell into the trap.

"Mr. Yan, do you still have to bargain now?" Soros showed a cruel smile and looked at Yan Murong and asked.

"I'll go, I'll get it." Yan Murong hurriedly said. "Bandage her immediately, if something happens to her, I will let you two survive and not die."

"You'd better mind your own business first." Ambrole interjected. "You only have half an hour, and if we can't get anything after half an hour, you can prepare a bag for the corpse."

As he spoke, Ambrole walked up to Yan Murong's side, pulled out a dagger from his trouser leg, and directly cut the rope that bound Yan Murong.

Yan Murong wanted to take the opportunity to make a move, but Soros was on the side, holding two guns in his hands, pointing at him and Dong Wuyan respectively, which made him give up this plan.

After moving his somewhat sore wrist, Yan Murong asked. "How do I get there?"

"Of course I went with you." Ambrole took out his gun, pressed it against Yan Murong's back, and said with a smile. "You come and drive."

After taking the car keys from Ambrole, Yan Murong walked towards the door.

"Squeak!"

The old wooden door made a goosebump-like sound and slowly opened.

At this time, the corners of Yan Murong's mouth suddenly curled, and the smile looked particularly cruel in the reflection of the moonlight.