In these years, arrogance is not guilty, and only those who are not arrogant are guilty.

You see, before Yan Murong could say anything, the guy who acted as a dog's leg threw a bottle over, and then, when he provoked the other party and called someone to throw them out, Yan Murong moved, and gave a kick to the two people who rushed over, and they all obediently lay on the ground - however, in this way, it angered Zhang Guangyuan even more.

"Up, let's go together." Zhang Guangyuan gritted his teeth and waved his hand to a few subordinates behind him.

These security guards at the West Lake Club are quite strong, but after all, most of them have been mixed up on the street before, and they can fight, but they can't fight.

The three of them formed a semi-circular formation and surrounded Yan Murong, just forming an encirclement with the semi-circular sofa behind him, behind the sofa was the window, unless this guy jumped out of the window and ran away, otherwise they could only face each other.

Of course, Yan Murong didn't have the idea of running, and the expression on his face was still calm when he watched the three of them attack him.

"Whoosh-"

"Bang bang bang-"

Yan Murong didn't even move, just sat there with a smile on his face and looked at the wine bottle that bloomed on the heads of the three of them.

"Oh yes, Ten Rings!" Xiao Beiwei screamed, looked at Yan Murong and smiled. "Yan Shao, how is it, I'm okay with this secret weapon, right? Hehe, when I was a child, I used a slingshot to shoot birds, and I used stones, and the train was not pushed, and our technology was not blown. ”

"It's good, but it's a bit of a fly in the ointment." Yan Murong said with a smile.

"Please give me some advice." Xiaobei clenched his fists and bowed his waist, and said in a gesture of asking for advice.

"The secret weapon is too big." Regardless of the three guys who were lying on the ground with their heads covered and rolling, Yan Murong looked at Xiaobei and pointed out with the attitude of a famous teacher and a high-level apprentice. "This is also to deal with these goods, change to a master, the target of your wine bottle is too big, although the lethality is good, but the target is big, it is easy to be dodged - remember, next time it will be replaced with a small stone."

"Thank you, Yan Shao, for your advice." Xiaobei said with a smile.

Tigers don't send cats, are you really critically ill?

Zhang Guangyuan was born by Yan Murong and Xiaobei, who sang and gave anger.

Look here, look here, I'm still standing here, it's a good time to fight, concentrate a little bit.

Aggrieved? Very aggrieved.

These subordinates are all brothers who have been with him for more than ten years, and they have rich experience in fighting, but they didn't think that they were planted here today - the problem is that they can't fight, even if they can't fight, they are all thrown down by someone, and they don't even have a chance to fight back. Even more infuriating was the guy who threw the bottle.

At this time, Zhang Guangyuan just wanted to ask Xiaobei loudly - are you mixed up? Do you know that the grievances of the rivers and lakes are not as good as those of your wife and children, and you can't put a black gun behind your back? You'll be laughed at, do you know or don't you know - "Damn, come on, come for me." Zhang Guangyuan grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted loudly, and at the same time, his hand also reached into the suit, and suddenly took out a pistol, and the muzzle of the black hole was aimed at Yan Murong.

Suddenly, everyone was shocked.

"Don't move, I'll move again—"

Before Zhang Guangyuan's words were finished, his eyes suddenly widened, because he suddenly found that Yan Murong, who was still at gunpoint, was gone.

Damn, what the hell?

Before he could figure out this problem, he felt a sudden numbness in the wrist that grabbed the gun, and then, this paralyzing feeling spread throughout his arm, and his fingers did not obey the call, and he could not hold the gun.

At the moment when the gun landed, Yan Murong picked up his toes, and the pistol turned a few times in the air, and then landed beside Ning Kun, Ning Kun didn't dare to slack off, grabbed the gun with his hand, and pointed the muzzle at Zhang Guangyuan.

"Don't move? You're funny. Yan Murong said with a smile on the corner of his mouth that looked like an idiot. Don't move, you say? Please, if you point a gun at me, if I don't move, will you stand there and be a target for you? ”

Feeling the numbness of his arm, and then looking at his brother lying on the ground, Zhang Guangyuan wanted to cry.

It's not as bullying as you guys, there are more people bullying fewer people, what kind of ability is it, it's a kind of heads-up.

Zhang Guangyuan thought aggrievedly in his heart, but he completely forgot that who bullies more people and less people, they are the ones with more people. All the while, one person picked a group of them - oh no, if the one who threw the bottle and attacked them was counted, there were only two of them.

Looking at the muzzle of Ning Kun's gun pointing at him, Zhang Guangyuan didn't dare to make any moves, in addition to the dried wine and blood on his head, sweat also seeped out.

What if you can fight again? With the touch of a finger, they can shoot you out with a single shot -- and besides, the guns they use are all imitations bought from the black market, which are not only powerful, but also easy to go off.

Zhang Guangyuan was wilted, and Ren Yafang didn't dare to move, her pretty face was scared without blood, her body couldn't stop trembling, and she didn't dare to move when she hid behind Zhang Guangyuan.

What to do? What now?

Zhang Guangyuan's eyes rolled several times, but he didn't come up with a solution, but the rescuers arrived.

There was a rush of footsteps, and seven or eight men in black suits instantly poured into the box, this time, they were not holding rubber batons, but the same guns as Ning Kun's hands.

"Hit, no matter how big you are, haha." Zhang Guangyuan suddenly became arrogant, looked at Yan Murong and laughed. "You can beat so many of us with a gun?"

"Put the gun down." Yan Murong smiled bitterly and pressed down the muzzle of Ning Kun's gun.

Indeed, he could not beat it.

If he was the only one now, he would have a lot of options, but there were too many people in this room, and he had no problem protecting himself, the problem was that other people didn't have the skills he had.

"Don't fight? Isn't it awesome? Zhang Guangyuan took a gun from his subordinates and pointed it at Yan Murong and nodded it a few times. Tell you, no one has dared to make trouble in the West Lake Club, you are the first. ”

"Shouldn't I open a bottle of champagne to celebrate the first time I took you?" Yan Murong said with a smile.

"Yo, you're still so tough?" Zhang Guangyuan sneered disapprelicly, now that the situation has fallen to their side, it is time to pretend to be sufficient.

"Here's a chance." Zhang Guangyuan said. "Compensate my brother for the damages, and then kowtow to me three times with the rabbit who sneaked up on me with a wine bottle, and I went around you."

"Nope." Yan Murong refused directly without thinking about it.

"Huh? Are you not afraid of death? Zhang Guangyuan was a little surprised, this was the first time he had seen someone who could be so calm when he was pointed at seven or eight guns.

"I'm afraid." Yan Murong said with a serious face. "So, I'm going to call for help."

After speaking, Yan Murong stretched his neck and shouted for help, leaving the group of people in the room stunned, because his name was not like calling for help, but more like a threat.

"Those who are standing outside hurry in, hurt us, and you don't want to live."

PS: It's past twelve o'clock, but this chapter is still yesterday.