The main residence of the Yun family.

The Yun family in the capital, a warlord for generations, has a heavy army, in this troubled era where there is no emperor and only melee, the Yun family is the uncrowned king of the high.

In the living room of the Yun family's main house, an old man sat on the sofa tremblingly, with his head down, not daring to look up at the person on the sofa opposite.

The man leaned against the couch, his long legs in military boots resting on the crystal table, his slender fingers, wearing white military gloves, knocking nonchalantly on the edge of the table.

It's like knocking on people's hearts.

The tassels hung down from his shoulders, the golden buttons of the military uniform lined his slender and beautiful figure, and his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a trace of carelessness.

He hooked his thin lips, his eyes flashed slightly, and his voice was clear and lazy: "What about your sincerity?" ”

Hearing his question, the old man opposite looked up in horror, his lips trembling slightly.

He also knows who he's up against—

The young marshal of the Yun family, the one who really holds the power, the rumored cruel and ruthless living Hades.

Whoever negotiated with him was terrified, for fear that he would not live to see the sun tomorrow.

Yun family, Yun Chuyao.

He's not human, he's the devil.

The old man's body trembled slightly. The person on the other side suddenly laughed meaninglessly.

Obviously it was just a chuckle, but the old man seemed to hear some terrible verdict, his eyes widened in an instant, he rolled off the sofa, knelt on the ground, rubbed his knees on the ground and crawled towards him, and kowtowed bitterly: "You spare me......"

The guard behind instantly drew his gun and pointed it at his head accurately, and the old man stiffened and did not dare to move forward, so he could only kowtow more desperately, hoping to exchange the devil's mercy.

The slender man finally turned his head slightly.

The golden buttons on the military uniform, and his countenance, intermingled with a dazzling temptation.

The narrow and beautiful eyes, the high nose bridge, and the cool and thin lips constitute a face that has made countless celebrities in the capital dream. Yun Chuyao lowered his eyes, stepped on the long legs of his military boots and put them down casually, and stood up.

He was tall and slender, with a white shirt in his military uniform, gold buttons against the belt around his waist, and a pair of good-looking long legs.

It is such an evil and beautiful person, who can shoot and kill people carelessly, and can use all the cruelest punishments without panic.

Fight against him, and the end is not life or death, only death and tragic death.

The old man trembled like chaff, the beads of sweat on his forehead snapped and fell, and some of them flowed into his eyes finely, and he was so sour that he didn't dare to move.

"Drag it off." Yun Chuyao's voice was faint.

The old man raised his head in an instant, and before he could cry or beg for anything, the guards behind him had already covered his mouth with a special mask and dragged him down.

The old man struggled desperately, but to no avail.

The slender figure next to the sofa just squinted at him with a pair of narrow eyes, looking at him with interest.

When he was finally dragged away, the light in the old man's eyes gradually went out, forming a desperate dead ash.

Yun Chuyao turned his head sideways, stood in front of the huge lattice window, one hand casually inserted in the trouser pocket of his military uniform, and the other hand wore gloves, playing with the medal slightly.

The guard said respectfully in the back: "Over there in Nanyang, the second master has already passed first." ”

Yun Chuyao narrowed his eyes, and his thin lips smiled playfully, "...... Go fast. ”

"In addition, we have also contacted the other government, and everything is going well with the garrison. When to prepare to go to Nanyang, please ask the young marshal for instructions. ”