Yan Murong was suddenly a little worried, worried about how to arrange Long Caiyi and Ling'er's master and apprentice.

It is not safe to leave them in the island country without bringing them back. If you bring it back, I don't know what to do with these two women, one big and one young.

Long Caiyi is okay to say, after all, she is old and knows how to deal with human affairs, but Ling'er's girl is the one who really gives Yan Murong a headache. This girl is only seventeen or eighteen years old at most, which is the age of going to school, and judging from her character, she is typically the kind of little witch who is not afraid of heaven and earth. Send her to school, I'm afraid it won't be long before she has to make a big fuss.

I was having a headache, and the mobile phone on the coffee table screamed.

"Something?" Seeing the number on it, Yan Murong picked it up.

"I've done what you told me to do." Mie Ozawa's respectful voice came from the phone.

"Not bad." Yan Murong laughed. "You can take care of the rest yourself, and I'll let you know when you need to."

"Understood." Mie Ozawa said. "One more thing."

"What's the matter?"

"The Eight Monsters that you brought my attention to just had a movement."

Hearing this news, Yan Murong felt a pang in his heart, and said lightly that he knew, so he grabbed his coat and ran downstairs quickly. His intuition told him that Long Caiyi was in danger. When Yan Murong felt the hotel where Long Caiyi and Ling'er were staying, this feeling became stronger and stronger.

After walking down the stairs all the way to the door of the room where Long Caiyi lived, Yan Murong did not knock on the door directly, but put his ear on the door panel. To his disappointment, the room was so quiet that there was no sound at all.

Is something wrong? Yan Murong thought about it, so he took out a silver needle and skillfully stabbed it into the keyhole, and soon, with a soft sound, the door of the room was opened by him.

After the door opened, Yan Murong did not enter immediately, but gently pushed the door open a gap, listened to it again with his ears sideways, and then gently pushed the door open, and walked in with light steps.

The room was still quiet, but as soon as Yan Murong walked in, he felt a sudden chill on his neck, and then a woman's unique fragrance wafted into his nostrils.

"It's me, don't get excited." Yan Murong hurriedly said.

"Big brother?" Long Caiyi withdrew the knife that was on Yan Murong's neck, looked at Yan Murong and asked. "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to pick you up and get ready to leave." Yan Murong asked. "What's going on with you? What about Ling'er? ”

"I'm here." Ling'er's voice came from the bathroom.

Seeing that the master and apprentice were fine, Yan Murong breathed a sigh of relief and asked. "Is someone coming?"

"Six people." Long Caiyi nodded and pushed open the door of the bathroom. At this time, Yan Murong discovered that in addition to Ling'er, there were six men in black suits and guns lying on the ground in the bathroom, and there was obviously a blood mark on the neck of these six men, and the crimson blood stained the bathroom floor red.

"Pack your things, let's go right away." Yan Murong said in a deep voice. Now I don't have to think about how to arrange these two people, but the most important thing is to leave here first. He didn't expect Mitsui's handsome movements to be so fast, and in just one day, he had already found this place.

Thinking about it, Yan Murong smiled bitterly. Now that Mitsui Hidetoshi has found here, it means that Mitsui Hidetoshi also knows about him and Long Caiyi.

"It doesn't matter if they live or die." Yan Murong said. "Mitsui Yingjun will definitely deal with it, let's just kill it or bury it, let's go." ――

Mitsui was angry again.

Yes, there was no reason why he should not be angry, and he sent out ten people, but they didn't even touch the corners of their clothes, so they all went to the emperor to report.

"Rubbish, you guys are a bunch of rubbish." Mitsui Hidetoshi pointed at the bald man who was kneeling in front of him with his head bowed and cursed. "Do you have all guns with burning sticks? He was wiped on his neck without firing a single shot, and he was still smart? Elite, your mother. I told you to send more people a long time ago, do you have a ear problem? ”

"Mr. Mitsui, it's not that I don't send too many people, it's just that more people will attract attention, and it won't have a good impact on you." The bald man whispered a defense.

"Bad influence?" Mitsui felt like his lungs were about to explode. "Now the impact is good?"

"I'm sorry, it's my fault." The bald man happily admits his mistake.

"What's the use of admitting mistakes?" Mitsui looked at the bald man coldly. "I said you know what to do if it doesn't work out again."

"Mr. Mitsui, please give me another chance." The bald man was shocked, and as soon as his knees were bent, he quickly knelt down and kept kowtowing to Mitsui Yingjun.

Yes, he knew the consequences—failure—that meant he would pick up the katana that had taken up someone else's blood and plunge it into his belly. The righteousness of the words is awe-inspiring, but at this time, no one else has the courage to stab himself to death.

", don't let me see you again anytime soon." Mitsui waved his hand impatiently. "Don't worry about this matter for now."

"Thank you, Mr. Mitsui, thank you, Mr. Mitsui." The bald man was happy, and kowtowed again to thank him, and then he got up from the ground, and ran out without daring to turn his head.

"Yan Murong, I really underestimated you." Mitsui sat down, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

At this time, the phone next to him rang suddenly, and after looking at the number on the phone, Mitsui Hidetoshi quickly sorted out his emotions and picked up the phone with a smiling expression.

"Father, are you looking for me?"

"Handsome, where are you?" Masao Mitsui's tepid voice came from the phone. "If it's okay, come back."

"Father, is something going on?" Mitsui Hidetoshi was a little surprised, I don't know what this old man told him to go back to, if there is anything, it should be discussed with Mitsui Toshiaki.

"There are indeed some important things." Mitsui Masao was silent for a long time before he said. "It's about the future development of our Mitsui family, you can come back first."

"Father, what the hell is going on?" Mitsui Hidetoshi's heart trembled, and a bad premonition rose in his heart.

"About the next head of our Mitsui family." Mitsui Masao said, after speaking, he no longer gave Mitsui Hidetoshi a chance to continue to ask questions, and hung up the phone directly.

"Smack!"

A crisp sound came, and the mobile phone that was still in Mitsui's handsome hand one second fell into a pile of parts on the ground in the next second.