I'm all set, you don't even want to fuck me

As soon as the drug case was solved, the police station became idle and turned away those reporters who wanted to interview. For the hard work together these days, Team Liu planned to treat the whole police station to a good meal.

After eating, Team Liu said he had booked a KTV, and the group left after eating and drinking until twelve o'clock.

At the door of Cong Jun's house, Yan Yiming glanced at the time, ten o'clock.It stands to reason that Mr. Cong left work early, so there is no reason why he hasn't seen anyone so late.

Avoiding him on purpose?

Yan Yiming laughed, took a puff of cigarette between his fingers and slowly exhaled the smoke.

The phone in his pocket vibrated a few times, Yan Yiming glanced at the caller and answered the call: "What's the matter?"

"Have you thought through what you did in City S?" Yan Ruohao's voice on the phone was filled with suppressed anger: "You're going to live longer if you send someone to the police station. That's the truth. do not you get it?"

Yan Yiming stubbed out the cigarette: "Just for this?"

Just call him at night because of this matter?

It's not that Yan Yiming never thought about it, there should be a big backer behind the daring to make such a big show of doing things on his Yan family's territory. The underworld area is divided into seven areas, and their Yan family occupies three areas, and the remaining four areas are divided into three areas. Occupied, and the place where Yan Yiming is located is at the junction of the Yan family and the other three families, which is the most mixed place.

The three areas often compete for territory because of geographical relations, and have become the focus of the police.It may be that one area has been severely suppressed, so he came to Yan's territory to make a fortune.

I just didn't expect all the drugs to be sent to the police station in the end...

Listening to Yan Yiming's irrelevant tone: "Have you thought of a countermeasure?"

"No." Yan Yiming denied it frankly, exhaled a puff of smoke, and he didn't even think about how to get out of his body.

Yan Yiming is casual, since Mr. Cong wants it, he will give it, regardless of the consequences.

"I'll be back in a few days, let's talk about it then."

"Do you think you can get out of City S alive?"

Yan Yiming laughed: "Why not?"

On the other side of the phone, Yan Ruohao rarely showed a smile: "Just don't be begged for mercy when the time comes."

Having said that, after hanging up the phone, Yan Ruohao notified the person in Yan's family who was closest to Yan Yiming to rush to help, and sent a text message to Cong Jun by the way.

Seeing that it was past eleven o'clock, Yan Yiming stubbed out the cigarette and walked to the intersection to open the car door when he saw the flat tire as if it had been punctured by someone.

A shadow shrouded behind him, Yan Yiming turned sideways to hide, the iron rod hit the car window and the glass shattered.

He kicked that person away, and surrounded him with a knife-wielding person. He grabbed that person's wrist and pushed him backhand into another person. He kicked left and right and beat four or five people to the ground. Colored.

He thought there would be a lot of trouble, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.

Suddenly, two people rushed out from nowhere, and the one with the iron rod was beaten down. Yan Yiming was too late to dodge and blocked it with his hand. One of them hugged Yan Yiming's leg and did not allow him to move.

Seeing the long knife slashing at him, Yan Yiming raised his right hand to block it, with a slap, the long sleeve was cut, and a blood-red scar was drawn on his arm.

Frowning tightly, he snatched the iron rod from the man on the left and knocked him down, and the other one came with a long knife. Yan Yiming dodged to the side and beat the man hard on the back of the head.As soon as the two were dealt with, another wave surged up from the dark, endlessly.

His arms were dripping with blood, and the smell of blood gradually spread in the air.Holding his injured arm, Yan Yiming ran into an alley, and finally got rid of the people behind him and hid in a corner.

"What about people?"

"Go look over there."

Listening to the sound of footsteps fading away, Yan Yiming sat on the ground leaning against the wall with his hands on his knees.The wound was still bleeding, so I tore off the sleeve and wrapped it around the wound, tied it tightly with my teeth and left hand.

Just as I was about to take out my phone, I heard footsteps coming from the alley.

"Boss, there's blood here."

The lights in the distance were getting closer and closer, Yan Yiming held his breath and stood up slowly against the wall.