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After the press conference, everyone did not leave. Half an hour later, they waited for all the reporters to leave, readjusted the venue layout, and held an internal commendation meeting. So they went directly to the hotel garden to rest, smoke, chat, and brag. It was quite lively.

All the familiar people gathered together, including several people from the Municipal Bureau, Yao Yuan, Ma Guangyao, their team members and Jiang Wei, standing or sitting, chatting in a rest area in a corner.

Everyone was chattering about the case and what award they would win, and they were all very excited.

Zhang Yiyan stood aside, watching others talking to Yan Junge with a smile. The latter's beaming look made him burst out laughing.

He stood there quietly, the breeze blowing gently, ruffling his hair. His long, smooth hair, which was originally neatly tied behind his head, suddenly spread out and fell on his back like a waterfall.

Zhang Yiyan felt the hairpin falling off, he tilted his head to look down, the hairpin seemed to pause in mid-air for a few seconds before falling to the ground.

Ok?

He frowned slightly but did not bend down to pick it up. Instead, he reached out to push the hair in front of his forehead behind his ears. The sunlight shone on his hair, and his black and shiny hair seemed to be shining with golden light in the sunlight.

Jiang Wei had noticed it earlier and was about to bend over to pick it up, but Yao Yuan pulled him back and signaled him not to move. He squatted down to pick it up. Just as he was about to hand it over, a pair of handcuffs came floating in the air and handcuffed Zhang Yiyan's right hand without hesitation.

Zhang Yiyan looked at the handcuffs on his right wrist in surprise, and then he stretched out his left hand in cooperation. The next second, with a "click", both hands were handcuffed.

Several people exclaimed, and immediately hurriedly searched their pockets for the key. Yan Junge frowned and walked over, holding Zhang Yiyan's hand, took the key handed over by Huang Yong, and prepared to open it. He couldn't help but asked in confusion, "Yanyan, what's going on?"

Zhang Yiyan didn't know who it was, but he was right that he was the target, and there must be a backup plan, so he couldn't implicate others. He dodged Yan Junge's hand and took a step back. When the latter continued to move forward, he frowned and stopped him, "Stand back!"

"Yanyan! You??" Before he finished speaking, Yan Junge suddenly opened his eyes wide. Because he saw Yanyan floating in front of him! He rushed over to hug him, and ended up floating himself.

"Hey hey hey!!!" The others also got anxious and ran over to help. The next second, they were all thrown to the ground. Almost at the moment they fell, Zhang Yiyan did several somersaults in the air and rose to a height of four or five meters.

Yan Junge was anxious, and the rope shot out from his wrist like a spirit snake out of a hole, wrapped around Zhang Yiyan's waist a few times to fix him, so that he did not continue to rise. He said anxiously, "Yanyan, I caught you, don't be afraid!"

Seeing this, others immediately came over to help, "Hold on tight, don't let go!"

"Yanyan, we'll pull you down right away!"

"What's going on?"

"Hurry up and find a cushion, or you'll fall down!"

"Quick!"

The people below were in order despite the chaos and quickly divided the work. However, Zhang Yiyan was looking around, searching for who was attacking him from behind.

Suddenly, a faint smell of blood drifted into his nose. He looked at the people on the ground pulling the ropes. His pupils suddenly sank. Yan Junge was bleeding! "Let go! I'm fine!"

Yan Junge's men pulled the rope even harder, their faces flushed with anxiety, "Don't let go!"

Zhang Yiyan frowned slightly, looked down at the handcuffs on his wrists, and his expression suddenly became gloomy.

"Click! Click!" With two sounds, he tore off the annoying handcuffs and threw them aside amid the exclamations of several people. He reached out to grab the rope around his waist and silently recited the magic formula. Suddenly, the rope came out from the hands of Yan Junge and several others as if alive, and wrapped around Zhang Yiyan's wrist.

In the blink of an eye, the man flipped upwards several times and rose to a height of eight or nine meters, which is almost the height of three or four floors.

Yan Junge and the others didn't care about the pain in their hands. They hurriedly took a few steps forward, looked up at the location, and opened their arms to prevent anyone from falling suddenly. "Don't be afraid, Yanyan, I'm here!"

The person controlling Zhang Yiyan seemed to find it very interesting, and sometimes he made it float to the left, and the people below followed it to the left. Sometimes it moved to the right, and they kept moving back and forth, having a lot of fun.

Zhang Yiyan closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and chanted some magic spells. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and raised the corners of his lips. He found it!

He quickly formed seals with his hands and raised his eyes. Dozens of talismans flew out from his sleeves, circled in the air, and then shot towards the glass window on the third floor of the hotel not far away.

The arrows pierced through the clouds and mist, gathered at the target, and shot out with murderous intent. It was like a thousand arrows shot at the same time, and no one could escape. The person behind the glass window on the third floor looked at the densely packed arrows, his eyes filled with astonishment, his pupils suddenly shrank, his hands loosened, and Zhang Yiyan lost his support and fell violently.

He quickly adjusted his posture in the air and threw out the magic rope at the same time. As he fell into the broad arms, the man behind the glass window had been tied up like a dumpling by the magic rope and fell to the ground.

Zhang Yiyan looked up at Yan Junge who was holding him, then looked at the other colleagues who were helping to support them, and nodded with a smile, "Thank you!"

Yan Junge tightened his arms and hugged the person in his arms tightly, sweat beads oozed from his forehead, and his fingers trembled slightly. "Yanyan~" Yan Junge kissed his mouth and cheeks with trembling lips, and his heart was filled with uncontrollable fear, "Yanyan, you scared me to death, scared me to death, Yanyan~"

Seeing that he was probably frightened, the person in his arms adjusted his position and rubbed his cheek gently, "You caught me, Yan Junge! It's okay, don't worry!"

Seeing that the person was fine, the others withdrew their hands and breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, nothing happened!"

"Ouch, I was scared to death!"

"It's not that person!"

“It’s like magic!”

"Take him back for questioning!"

"Hey!"

They were talking at once, and were about to move forward, but the few who were close to them floated up and then fell to the ground. Seeing this, Zhang Yiyan jumped out of Yan Junge's arms, rushed to the front to separate them, and shouted, "Stand back, don't get too close!"

The few people were not stupid, and they retreated after hearing this. The man who was tied up like a dumpling controlled himself to float up and was about to fly away, but one end of the rope suddenly shot out and fell into Zhang Yiyan's hand. The rope was straightened, and the man was forced to stay where he was.

The hair fluttered in the wind, brushing against his face and bringing a slight itch. Zhang Yiyan lifted his hair and smiled, "Who are you!"

"Hmph!" The man snorted coldly and turned his head away!

"Did not say?"

He took out three silver needles from his sleeve and shook them, smiling dangerously. In the man's astonished gaze, the silver needles shot out, and the man fell to the ground with a muffled groan.

Zhang Yiyan clapped his hands, looked at him leisurely, and took out three more silver needles. The man's eyes widened, "I'll tell you! I'll tell you!"

"Too slow!" The silver needle left his hand, and there seemed to be a sound of breaking through the air. Zhang Yiyan took a few steps forward and looked at him slowly. Suddenly he stretched out his hand to touch the meridians in his neck, "Huh? The magic power is so low!"

She took her hand back and tilted her head to look at him in confusion, "Is he controlling it with telekinesis?"

"Get away! Don't touch me!" The man struggled violently to stand up from his kneeling position, and jumped back a few steps, away from Zhang Yiyan. The latter walked leisurely, smiling slightly, "I just sealed your eight extraordinary meridians with silver needles, do you think you can escape!"

The man couldn't believe it. "You, you actually!"

"My patience is limited! Tell me, who are you?"

"I am your uncle!"