The beauty is in my arms, the young marshal's eyes are red at night

The third time Yan Li got the news, it was from the concierge.

The concierge ran in in a panic. He turned around while running, and was so panicked that he tripped over the threshold and fell to the ground.

"Master! There are many officers outside..."

He ignored the pain and spoke quickly.

But before he finished speaking, the sound of neat and rhythmic footsteps came from outside. A large group of well-trained officers stepped in and quickly surrounded the hall in a semicircle.

Shen Yuqing slowly walked out from behind them with her hands behind her back.

He looked at Yan Li and smiled lazily: "Boss Yan, you are fine."

"Young Marshal, what are you doing?"

Yan Li stood up and cupped his hands to show courtesy.

He looked around, pretending not to know, "What is the Marshal doing with so many officers? We in Hongmen have always opened our doors to do business properly."

"Really? Didn't you do some evil deeds?" Shen Yuqing was still smiling, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Adjutant Tan Shaoyuan moved a soft chair, and Shen Yuqing sat down.

After raising his hand and patting him twice, two officers immediately dragged a man in from outside and threw him at Yan Li's feet.

Yan Li saw the face of the person being dragged clearly when they entered the door. His face darkened inch by inch and turned livid.

It was Yan Tao who fell to the ground.

He had been stiff and had been dead for some time. The left and right arms were wrapped in white gauze, and the gauze on the right shoulder was soaked with blood. It looked like he had been injured during his lifetime.

The wounds on his forehead and chest were his fatal wounds.

"Did you abuse him?" Yan Li raised his voice, blood rushed to his head, and he felt his breath was unstable.

He is his own son after all!

When he heard that he was dead, he was indeed angry, without any sadness, and even scolded him.

Now that he saw him die in front of his eyes, he still felt pain in his heart.

Not only did he kill his son, but he also hit him hard in the face!

He was panting rapidly, blinking his eyes constantly, and was a little unable to wake up, "Young Marshal, my son didn't offend you, why did you kill him?"

"Why was it I who killed him?" Shen Yuqing smiled nonchalantly, "It was Master Jiu who killed him."

Then he said casually, "Boss Yan knows that Master Jiu is recognized as the number one killer. Why can't he kill whoever he wants to kill? Even if he wants to kill me, don't I have to hide away?"

Yan Qi is angry.

He blocked his words tightly.

Yan Tao was indeed kidnapped by Zhou Shi, but he had no way of verifying who killed him.

There were only their own people in the box.

It's just that the wounds on his body and the weapons used are different. Anyone with a discerning eye will know that it was not done by one person.

He grimaced: "What did the young marshal do here today?"

"How long has it been since then that Boss Yan still wants to pretend to be confused with me?" Shen Yuqing smiled brightly.

There was a smile on his lips all the time, as if he was chatting and laughing with him.

He asked: "Yan Li, are you getting old? I remember when you beheaded more than a dozen people on the dock alone, how did you end up like this now? How high-spirited were you back then?"

Yan Li was also a famous figure in Nancheng back then.

However, in recent years, Hongmen has gradually declined.

Yan Li relied on his own ability to transform from a minion of Hongmen to an important helper of Hongmen. He has indeed made his way into the world.

It’s just that he values ​​power too much and is not good at management.

The power of the Qinggang is evenly distributed. All of them have the right to speak and enjoy equal power. They can attack Hongmen from different aspects in turn.

Hongmen couldn't resist.

Every sentence Shen Yuqing spoke poked Yan Li's heart.

He didn't feel like he had a venomous tongue at all.

Yan Hai sat in the room.

He was sitting in his room, drinking tea and feeling calm.

In his opinion, Hongmen's ending was already doomed.

Even if today's incident had not happened, what they would do next would be to seek skin from a tiger and walk on the edge of life and death.

They either lead to success or to destruction.

A Dong knocked on the door.

He came in: "Master, the wife has been settled, no one noticed."

"You did a good job." Yan Hai said.

A Dong lowered his head and continued: "The eldest marshal is here and is in the front hall. He brought many people and surrounded the front hall. Master, do you want to..."

He wanted to ask him if he wanted to run.

Yan Hai listened, but his eyes did not waver.

He turned the teacup in his hand and drank all the tea in one gulp before giving him the prepared box: "I'm not leaving."

Then he said, "You go too, go to the north, and don't go back to the south in this life. If you can wait until the north and the south are unified in this life, you can go wherever you want, and no one will care about you."

"I'm with the young master!"

A Dong did not answer, but knelt down, his voice choked with sobs, "A Dong's life was saved by the young master. If the young master had not brought A Dong back on the street, A Dong would have died long ago!"

Yan Hai turned to look at him.

A Dong knelt on the ground, his forehead close to the ground, and kept kowtowing to express his determination.

He made up his mind.

If Yan Hai didn't agree to him, he would kneel on the ground and not get up.

His life was saved by the young master.

If the young master were to die one day, he would not be cowardly and would definitely live and die with him.

"Get up." Yan Hai looked at him for a long time and then relaxed.

He stopped mentioning the thing that made him leave.

Yan Hai sat in the room for a while and asked A Dong to stay in the room and not move around. He went to find Yan Shu.

Since Yan Shu's hair was shaved off, she never leaves the house or takes a step forward. She wears a hat all day long in her room and feels depressed.

She seemed to have lost her life.

Yan Hai occasionally visited her and said a few words.

They are three brothers and sisters, with the same father and mother, and no family ties.

He didn't have any brotherly kindness or malice towards Yan Shu, but he also knew that Yan Shu was his sister and regarded her as a sister to whom he was not very close.

He went to her yard and knocked on the door.

"Yan Shu." He called her at the door.

Soon, a servant came to open the door.

Yan Hai entered the house.

Yan Shu sat with her back to him.

As before, she always wore a beautiful cheongsam.

She used to be graceful and graceful, and many men liked her figure. It has only been a few months now, and her figure is much thinner than before. The cheongsam is empty on her body, as if she is wearing an adult's clothes.

She is not as beautiful as she used to be.

Yan Hai told her what was going on outside: "My father made a big mistake. He colluded with the warlords outside. Yan Tao is dead, and people from the military government have surrounded Hongmen."

Yan Shu's figure moved slightly.

She didn't turn her head, still facing him: "Tell me what these are for?"

"I'm just telling you, we're in a trap right now," he said.

The two of them had never spoken for a long time in their lives, let alone how much affection they had. After Yan Hai finished speaking, he left the yard without waiting for her answer.

As soon as he stepped out of the courtyard gate, he heard the panicked screams of the servants.

Yan Shu committed suicide.