Of course, Yan Murong didn't dare to kill Chang Xiaopeng, or rather, he couldn't kill Chang Xiaopeng.

In Hong Kong, he broke Zheng Tianlun's neck in a fit of rage, that is because Zheng Tianlun is a ghost person, even if he doesn't kill him and hand it over to the state to deal with, Zheng Tianlun's fate is to vomit everything he knows and get an iron peanut.

Chang Xiaopeng is different, he is the son of the commander-in-chief of the Yanjing Military Region, and he is also related to Ning Zhandong, and he killed Chang Xiaopeng, I am afraid that even if Old Man Yan and Old Man Jin come forward at the same time, it will be difficult to protect him.

It's not okay to kill people, but it's still okay to break his legs, with Yan Murong's understanding of human bones, it's enough to make Chang Xiaopeng stay in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, and even if Chang Pozhi wants to trouble him, he has no excuse.

The Yan family is not vegetarian, the Su family is not vegetarian, and the Ning family will not risk being caught between the two major families to help him out.

Ignoring Chang Xiaopeng's hysterical shouts, Yan Murong pulled out the soft sword from his waist, and with a flash of cold light, Chang Xiaopeng fell to the ground with a bang, his hamstrings were crushed by Yan Murong's sword, and the person kept twitching on the ground, and soon fainted.

"Fainted? The beauty of thinking. A sneer hung on the corner of Yan Murong's mouth, and the soft sword was swung out again, and a sword was picked on Chang Xiaopeng's wrist. The huge pain made Chang Xiaopeng let out a muffled snort of pain and woke up.

"You should thank me, I only broke your hamstrings." Yan Murong looked at Chang Xiaopeng, who was pale, with a painful face, and said. "Rest for a while and climb out by yourself, I know you don't want to die, of course, you can't die - after you go back, tell Zheng Wuming, let him wash his neck and wait."

After speaking, Yan Murong stopped looking at him, turned around and pulled Su Qingwu out of the warehouse.

Yang Duo's injury was very serious, and after Yan Murong received that mysterious phone call, Little Snake wanted to come with him, but Yang Duo couldn't leave people for the time being, so Yan Murong drove over alone in the RV.

Su Qingwu is also a strong woman, except for hugging Yan Murong and crying for a while just now, she didn't seem overly panicked, sitting in the co-pilot, turning sideways to look at Yan Murong who was driving with a cold face.

"Murong, you just said-"

"What's wrong?" Yan Murong turned his head and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"You just said that Zheng Wuming-"

"I asked him to wash his neck and wait." Yan Murong's face turned cold again. "If he dares to hurt my family, I'll let his head move."

"Listen to me once, okay?" Su Qingwu looked at Yan Murong with a pleading face and said. "You know, you'll be in trouble if you kill him - it's okay if Zheng Wuming dies, but it will touch the interests of many people."

"What are you going to do?" Yan Murong asked in a deep voice.

"Sniping him commercially, I'm good at that." Su Qingwu laughed confidently. "I'll start preparing after we go back, and this time, in addition to me and my sister-in-law, you have to help."

"I help? How can I help you? Yan Murong asked strangely. I have a little money in my hand, but it's not enough for your big money. ”

"You're going to find Dong Wuyan." Su Qingwu looked at Yan Murong seriously and said. "Let the Dong family also take action."

After a pause, Su Qingwu continued. "Doesn't the Mitsui family still owe you a favor? Pull them in - Zheng Wuming's Thunder Investment Strength far exceeds my sister-in-law's company, if the four of us join forces, the funds should not be underestimated, Zheng Wuming not only can't keep the domestic industry, but also the foreign industry, he doesn't want to stay. ”

Yan Murong was sweating profusely when she heard this, and sighed in her heart that women were really ruthless when they were angry.

This is simply a desperate plan, Huayuan Group and Minghua Group needless to say, plus a Hong Kong Dong family, the assets of the three will be combined, it will be a terrifying number - plus a Mitsui consortium, no matter how talented Zheng Wuming is in business, he can't stand the money of the four together, at that time, even if the money is replaced with a steel hammer, he can be smashed to pieces.

Zheng Wuming is such an arrogant person, how can he accept the end of failure and bankruptcy. At that time, even if he was a ghost person, he had no use value for ghosts, and in the end there was only a dead end.

"Isn't that too much of an exaggeration?" Yan Murong asked weakly, he felt that it was very reasonable to be a man and leave a line to meet in the future, even if he wanted to let a person die, everything would be solved with a sword, and there would be absolutely no pain. And Su Qingwu's move is even more unacceptable than Ling Chi.

Think about it, let a person watch his hundreds of billions of fortune slip away from his hands little by little, this kind of torture is not willing to accept by anyone. And how many people are tortured into madness because they are bankrupt and unwilling to accept reality? In Yan Murong's opinion, it is better to go down with a sword.

"Not an exaggeration." Su chuckled. "For a person to collapse completely, let him see his things being taken by others for himself, and he can't do anything about it." ——

Huaxia, Zheng's villa.

Zheng Wuming sat in his study, looking at the empty ceiling in a daze, the expression on his face showing a trace of unbearable.

At this time, the mobile phone on the table broke the silence in the study.

After glancing at the number on it, Zheng Wuming picked it up, but he didn't speak, quietly waiting for the other party's message.

"Failed." Artemis' voice came over the phone. Yan Murong didn't kill him, but just broke his hamstrings. Now that you've been picked up, you can ask for more blessings. ”

Hearing this news, Zheng Wuming suddenly felt a sense of relief in his heart, but there was an indescribable sense of loss.

Chang Xiaopeng is not dead, this is good news for him, but Chang Xiaopeng is not dead, then Yan Murong must know everything behind this, and Artemis's last words also mean that he was given up by the ghost.

yes, ask for yourself.

Zheng Wuming smiled bitterly, sat up, picked up a photo frame on the table, and looked at the three smiling children in the photo, his eyes became a little distracted.

Yan Murong had returned to Yanjing for less than a year, and Zheng Wuming couldn't understand why he had been suffering under him, trying to surpass, but he was always pressed by him.

"Bang bang."

At this time, there was a knock on the door of the study, and without waiting for Zheng Wuming to call for invitation, Zheng Yan, who was dressed in a Tang costume, walked in.

"Grandpa, why are you here?" Zheng Wuming quickly stood up, walked to Zheng Yan's side, and helped him sit on the sofa.

"Hey—"

Zheng Yan didn't speak, just stared at Zheng Wuming for a long time, and finally shook his head helplessly and sighed.