Talented Genius

The ups and downs outside, no matter how dark and turbulent, are also clouds for Ye Tianlong.

After Chen Honghu left, he stayed in the ward with peace of mind to handle the mail, and then pinched Ye Qiuqi to wake up to a porridge shop near the hospital.

This is a 20-square-meter porridge shop, which looks inconspicuous, but the bright window is clean and the porridge fragrant is also very attractive.

But Ye Tianlong was not here for dinner, so there was only one waitress in the entire porridge shop.

"Bring me a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and pack me a millet sweet potato porridge."

Ye Tianlong sat on the high chair at the bar, and then smiled to the waiter wearing a mask: "Less salt, less oil."

"You are really hard to serve."

The waiter didn't give Ye Tianlong any face, took a big porcelain bowl, and put a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge on Ye Tianlong:

"These porridges are all cooked and taste popular. You should add some boiled water with less salt and oil."

She threw another spoon to Ye Tianlong: "There is no millet sweet potato porridge. If it is a sick rice that was shot, white porridge is also fine."

"Hey, why don't you have a little service spirit when you open a shop?"

Ye Tianlong glanced at the waiter helplessly, then picked up the spoon and slowly stirred the preserved egg and lean meat porridge: "Besides, I'm your big boss."

The waiter's tone was cold: "My hands are for killing people, not for making porridge."

"Really? Let me see."

Ye Tianlong smiled and grabbed one of the waiter's hands, and said with a smile: "Qianqianyu hands, making porridge is better than killing."

This hand showed the baby's whiteness, as if it could be squeezed out of water at once. His pale complexion was like the first snow, but there was no paleness.

Run like jade, soft like satin.

The waiter joked lightly: "If these hands can only make porridge, I am afraid that Kong Huaxiang is still alive and Ye Shao is also a lot of troubles."

"It seems to make sense for you to say that. I should thank it very much."

Ye Tianlong smiled, then grabbed the hand and kissed it: "Thank you for making Kong Huaxiang's head bloom."

The waiter seemed to be Miss Six Xuelang.

"Don't take advantage of me, drink your porridge quickly."

The snow wolf with an icy breath all over his body pulled his hand back: "After a day of tossing, I shouldn't eat much, right?"

"I ate ten carrots in the morning, so my body can hold it."

Ye Tianlong stirred the hot porridge with a spoon: "Why don't you take a good rest?"

"Last night, I lay in ambush for seven or eight hours. Now it's on the cusp of the storm again. You should hide and get a good night's sleep by the way."

Ye Tianlong said with a trace of pity.

Xuelang took a small pot and filled a little porridge to heat it up: "It is precisely because of the cusp of the storm that I can't hide and rest."

"Otherwise, if something happens, I can't react immediately, it will be fatal to you and my brothers."

Her tone was very calm: "So I stay here while cooking porridge and resting while watching the situation."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Ye Tianlong sighed softly: "Every time it puts you in danger."

Xuelang didn't have the slightest disturbance: "Don't talk nonsense, remember to put the funds on my account. Recently, I have received a lot of good seedlings, and the expenditure is very large."

"Don't worry, there is some funding."

Ye Tianlong burst into a smile, then took a few more mouthfuls of hot porridge, and was about to continue chatting, but heard the phone vibrate slightly.

He took it out and put it next to his ear, and soon Guan Siying's voice came: "Ye Shao, Kong Huaxiang is dead, Kong Feihan is also crazy."

"Ignoring the suppression of Mingyue Group, he offered a reward to Wuhumen. Who can kill you and Ye Qiuqi, he will give one billion."

Guan Siying's tone was solemn: "Moreover, the Kong family will fully support him in the Wuhumen."

"He determined that the man behind the scenes was the Ma family, and that it was a game for Agu to beat him to death, but he couldn't move Ma Qingdi now."

She exhorted: "He can only use the Ye family to kill chickens and monkeys. You must be careful when you enter and leave these two days."

"It seems that he really has red eyes."

Ye Tianlong sighed: "My life is really bad. I tried to get Ma Qingdi to carry the pot, but I still want to be killed."

"I heard that someone had come into contact with Kong Feihan. The second-level hall master porcupine of Wuhumen, Ling Ruhui, met with Kong Feihan at noon."

Guan Siying told what he had learned: "That's a desperado, and also a guy who wants to be in position. You have to be careful."

"Don't worry, I am waiting for him to move me."

Ye Tianlong put a mouthful of porridge into his mouth: "So I can solve the problem once and for all."

After putting down the phone, Ye Tianlong drank the porridge in the bowl in a hurry, wiped his lips with a paper towel, glanced at the door, and the corner of his mouth was jested.

He wrote a line of words on the table with tea, and after Xuelang glanced at it, he turned and handed a food box to Ye Tianlong.

Ye Tianlong walked out of the shop with the food box, and then walked towards the hospital with a clear goal.

When approaching the hospital, Ye Tianlong took the phone and looked at the map for a while, then chose a main road and walked over.

Halfway through, Ye Tianlong found five men in black suits walking in front of them, all of them with frost on their faces, which made people feel cold.

The five people occasionally scanned Ye Tianlong with their peripheral light, hot and madness flashed inside, but then they pretended nothing was wrong.

Almost at the same time, several black-clad men flashed behind.

"I don't have any money, so withdraw some money first—"

Ye Tianlong gave a noncommittal smile, then carried the food box into a nearby Taicheng Bank.

The eight big men in black costume glanced at each other, and then six people followed Ye Tianlong in, and two others stood by the bank gate.

The six men in black who entered were seated in the waiting area, staring sharply at Ye Tianlong who was walking towards the counter.

Ye Tianlong put the food box on the stool next to him, and then took a withdrawal slip and wrote it down. After flying, he stuffed the withdrawal slip to the bank teller.

The bank teller took the bank card, and then reviewed the withdrawal slip. When she saw half of it, she trembled and her face was shocked.

Ye Tianlong kept smiling.

"Don't move!"

In less than five minutes, a group of police officers with live ammunition rushed into the door. The police officer who led the team happened to be Chen Honghu.

The two big men in black outfits who were guarding the door were pushed down on the spot, their hands clicked and dislocated, and they let out a scream.

At the same time, the six men in black costumes in the waiting area were also pointed at by submachine guns: "All are not allowed to move!"

"What are you doing?"

One person subconsciously wanted to stand upright, but Chen Honghu squeezed the trigger and shot the opponent headshot.

The other five people were very angry when they saw this, and they stood up, and the rest of the police officers' nerves tightened instantly and they pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Boom boom!"

After a burst of gunfire, five men in black costumes fell to the ground, causing the people in the hall to scream.

Five or six police officers rushed up and quickly separated the corpses of the group, while touching their belongings.

Shotguns and daggers were found on six people.

Seeing these weapons, the police officer was taken aback for a moment, and then searched again. It was these things.

The two who were held down at the door also had only daggers on their bodies.

Chen Honghu was so angry that he roared, "Who called the terrorists? Who called them that they had explosives?"

The bank manager pointed at the teller weakly, and the teller pointed to Ye Tianlong with a crying voice: "He wrote it..."

Ye Tianlong smiled and waved: "Officer Chen, hello, meet again."

Chen Honghu looked at Ye Tianlong, slightly startled, and then let out a low voice:

"Ye Tianlong, it's you again..."

Four more complete.