2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Yang Qi's words were full of unabashed provocation. Yan Muyun thought that Jun Qianmian, who was already on the verge of danger, might go berserk because of this, so he kept an eye on him secretly, ready to stop his extreme behavior at any time.

However, unexpectedly, Jun Qianmian's emotions disappeared as quickly as they came. The angry look on his face disappeared instantly after Yang Qi spoke, leaving only his gloomy and cold eyes fixed on the doll.

Just as Yan Muyun was about to speak, he heard a sudden loud wind noise coming from outside the house. Something arrived here at an extremely fast speed and stopped in an instant.

"I'll tell you your story later, please wait a few minutes." Jun Qianmian dropped these words coldly, turned around and walked out.

"It's up to you, I'll be waiting for you here." Yang Qi was obviously smiling when he spoke, already assuming the posture of a winner. But this time, for some unknown reason, the puppet seemed to have lost its operator. It still maintained a stiff posture with its eyes open and its mouth open, and its arms hanging unnaturally on both sides.

Yan Muyun wanted to know what happened, so he followed Jun Qianmian out of the door and closed the door behind him.

After Jun Qianmian came to the office outside, he suddenly stretched out his arm and smashed the light brown solid wood wine cabinet standing on the wall with one punch. He didn't know what he was looking for inside.

Muyun also saw the source of the wind noise outside just now, and he was actually an old acquaintance.

The man was wearing a black vest and standing barefoot in front of the table. His red hair stood up like steel needles, there was a shallow scar at the corner of his mouth, and his bronze muscles reflected a metallic luster under the light.

Yan Muyun remembered that the opponent, Phantom, was the opponent he faced for the first time in the gladiatorial arena when he first came to Peach Blossom Spring.

Phantom obviously did not recognize him. After all, the last time they met, he was the "Wuji Master" wearing a Peking Opera mask.

Seeing the unfamiliar face next to him sizing him up, Phantom just nodded expressionlessly to show hello.

At this moment, Jun Qianmian also found what he wanted. His arm was released like a stretched rubber band and bounced back, holding a square object wrapped in white plastic film in his hand.

"Give you two choices."

Jun Qianmian threw the small package on the table and said in a cold voice: "The first option is to smoke red ice to reach the level of second awakening. Then within ten minutes, go to a place and bring back what I want. Before you Let the things you have committed be forgotten, and your life will be prosperous from now on.”

"The second option is to smoke red ice and reach the level of second awakening. If you fail to bring back what I want within ten minutes, you will die, your brother, your girlfriend, your girlfriend's family, you Any dog ​​you raise will accompany you.”

"Now, make your decision in five seconds."

Yan Muyun's eyes widened at the side. Is this called "giving you two choices"?

The only difference between these two options is whether they can complete your task?

However, what was even more unexpected to him was that, faced with such a hegemonic treaty, Phantom did not hesitate or retort. He walked forward, grabbed the white plastic package, and then... tore it open.

The package burst, and red crystal powder scattered all over the floor.

Phantom lowered his head and inhaled the crystal powder in his hand into his nose. He let out a low roar from his throat that was either relief or pain, or both.

His skin began to turn red visibly, and the dark blue blood vessels on the surface of his body bulged, as if he were a humanoid beast that could go berserk at any time.

The next second, a violent wave of air exploded in the room, and the phantom's figure had disappeared.

The expensive handmade carpet was completely damaged, as if it had been run over several times by a road roller. Only half of the office door was left, and the other half had turned into splintered wood.

Jun Qianmian picked up the copper landline microphone from his desk and made a call: "Phantom should be walking through the employee passage. I will count up the list of employees who were killed by him later. Each person will be given 10 million at home to block it." Mouth."

Then he hung up the phone and dialed another number: "Two A-class units will be prepared within ten minutes."

After doing all this, Jun Qianmian's aura suddenly dropped a bit, as if he had relaxed from a tense state.

"What did you just do?" Yan Muyun's voice was a little cold.

"As you can see." Jun Qianmian raised his head, with a harmless smile on his handsome and evil face: "I'm just asking someone to help me with something."

"Forced him to smoke red ice to help you by threatening him and his family with death?"

"Don't get me wrong, this kid has a criminal record. He has long been secretly taking red ice, and once he overdosed and ran away, otherwise I wouldn't know the effects of his abilities after his second awakening. If it weren't for his superpowers It’s quite useful, and I wouldn’t be merciful enough to let him live so long.”

Jun Qianmian obviously didn't intend to explain too much, he just waved his hand and walked towards the room inside.

Yan Muyun felt a little heavy. He found that he had always been a little too "naive" towards Black Umbrella.

Perhaps because of Zhang Feiyu, Zhang Xixue and Tang Wuling, he never had a too negative impression of Black Umbrella. They even subconsciously regard Peach Blossom Land as some kind of "special business place", similar to casinos in Macau or Southeast Asia, but illegal.

Even Jun Qianmian, in front of Yan Muyun, almost never showed an image and temperament similar to his "little leader of the black organization". On weekdays, he was basically no different from a paranoid man with mental illness.

Until tonight, two choices and a phone call completely tore through the filter in Yan Muyun's heart.

There is no doubt that the Black Umbrella is the largest underground black organization in Menxia City.

It is impossible that Black Umbrella has not touched the dirty and evil things that those small organizations have done, and they can only do more.

It's just like Liang Shanbo in Water Margin, it has expanded to the point where it is difficult to be completely eradicated. For the sake of stability, the official can only choose to cooperate in the form of half-recruitment.

The employee who was hit and killed by a drug-mad Phantom...gave money to gag his family...

When Jun Qianmian said this in a calm and matter-of-fact tone, Yan Muyun suddenly realized that Taohuayuan was already a small society independent of Menxia City, with its own unique set of operating rules.

"Jun Qianmian."

Jun Qianmian stopped and slowly turned his head to look at Yan Muyun.

"What if the families don't accept your money and just want the truth?"

"They don't accept our money just because it's not enough."

Jun Qian smiled and raised one finger, then another, and another: "Ten million, twenty million, thirty million, forty million... There is always a number that will make people happy." Those people 'accidentally' forget the truth."

"You'd better do it this way."

Yan Muyun said expressionlessly: "Otherwise, I will kill you."

This is the only thing he can do.

He will not innocently shout that the law must judge and bring any evil to justice, or express anger that he will make the other party pay the price he deserves, or make a righteous speech similar to the protagonist in the hot-blooded comic "The King of Kings" ...

None of this makes sense.

The only thing he could do was to put a layer of shackles on the wolf's neck with his own hands to prevent it from acting recklessly and hurting more humans.