About twenty minutes later, Rong Junlie drove his luxury sports car to an ordinary unit.
Walking into the corridor, there were already subordinates waiting there. They led Rong Junlie to the third floor, walked him in and then came out, standing guard at the door for them.
Rong Junlie walked in. This was a small living room of 70 to 80 square meters. It had not been decorated yet, and the floor was all cement.
There are only three rooms in this small house. There are about ten people standing in the largest room. In the middle, a middle-aged man is tied up and kneeling there, with his head lowered and silent.
Daniel stood in front of him. When he saw Rong Junlie coming, he immediately came over and reported: "Junlie, we have been communicating with him for more than an hour, but this man is very stubborn and refuses to let go no matter what.
!”
Rong Junlie didn't speak. He walked over slowly and sat down on the empty single sofa in the middle of the room. He looked at the middle-aged man kneeling in front of him expressionlessly.
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The middle-aged man's body seemed to tremble slightly when he knew who the person was, but he still lowered his head and refused to raise it.
Rong Junlie leaned lazily on the back of the sofa, stroking his chin with one hand, bending his other hand to gently tap the armrest of the sofa, and looked at the middle-aged man kneeling in front of him expressionlessly.
Rong Junlie didn't speak. If he didn't speak, no one would dare to speak, so the room fell into an uncomfortable silence.
After a while, Rong Junlie spoke slowly and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Chen, why haven't you thought about it yet?"
The middle-aged man named Mr. Chen trembled obviously after hearing Rong Junlie's voice. Finally, this time he raised his head tremblingly to look at Rong Junlie.
"Have you thought about it? Do you want to do me this favor?" Rong Junlie asked again with rare patience.
"..." Mr. Chen remained hesitantly silent, and then whispered, "Mr. Rong, please don't embarrass me anymore. I really can't help you with this..."
"Huh?" Rong Junlie asked in a monotonous syllable. At the same time, he narrowed his eyes slightly, shot out a cold light, and said in a deep voice, "You really don't want to help?"
"I..." Big beads of sweat were streaming down Mr. Chen's head. He looked at Rong Junlie nervously, but still whispered, "Mr. Rong, it's not that I don't want to help you, but
, I really can’t help!”
"Oh?" Rong Junlie actually smiled slightly, but the smile was full of danger. He suddenly stopped tapping the armrest of the sofa and asked again, "Are you unable to help, or do you not want to help?" After saying this, Chen did not wait.
The gentleman answered, and Rong Junlie then added, "Mr. Chen is a well-known figure in the judicial circles of this city. Just a few words can cost a life. So, it seems that he is not willing to help, right?"
Mr. Chen turned pale with fright at Rong Junlie's smile, and he racked his brains to find an excuse to refuse, but when he heard Rong Junlie say again, "Are you unwilling to help, are you afraid, or do you really not want to?
?”
Mr. Chen was frightened to death by Rong Junlie's unhurried attitude. He said everything right, but he still had scruples and did not dare to speak rashly - the man in front of him was Rong Junlie, the man who dominated the city.
Rong Junlie. But the official he wanted to help testify against was An Yue, the director of the city's highest public security bureau, and the only son of Mr. An of the An family.
He didn't dare to offend anyone, but he had to make a choice. What should he do?
It's better to hold off for now. He can be regarded as a man of the hour in this city no matter what. Rong Junlie doesn't dare to go too far... Mr. Chen thought so.
Rong Junlie just looked at Mr. Chen calmly, as if giving him time to think, but more like deliberately delaying time to torture him.
After a while, there was still silence.
Rong Junlie finally got tired of playing and watched, so he lazily stretched out his hand towards Daniel and spread it out.
Daniel immediately understood and took out a silver delicate handgun from his pocket and handed it to Rong Junlie respectfully.
"Since Mr. Chen can't answer, let me help you!" As he said that, Rong Junlie smiled slightly and loaded the pistol at the same time!
There was a crisp and clear sound, which was the sound of a pistol being loaded. Almost at the same moment, Mr. Chen immediately raised his head and looked at Rong Junlie in horror. When his eyes touched the silver pistol in his hand, his face became even more ugly.
White to blue.
"Mr. Chen must not have heard of it. It is said that at the moment of life and death, people can often make the most correct choice that is most beneficial to themselves..." Rong Junlie said something meaningful, and he paused after saying this.
, raised his hand, pointed the muzzle of the gun directly at Mr. Chen's head, and then said, "Well, how about you let me help you take a look?"
As soon as he finished speaking, even before Mr. Chen had time to react, Rong Junlie had already pulled the trigger!
"Ah! No!" Mr. Chen immediately screamed and closed his eyes. He felt that he was going to die, and he was just waiting for blood to spatter on his head. Unexpectedly, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left arm!
He quickly lowered his head to look, and was surprised to find that the bullet that should have penetrated his brain was actually inserted into his left arm. Although there was blood flowing down his arm along with pain, it was okay.
, he is still alive.
However... Mr. Chen now clearly realizes in his mind that the man sitting in front of him has nothing to worry about. As long as he disobeys him, he will definitely shoot him in the head without hesitation, no matter who he is.
identity!
Mr. Chen suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He looked at the man in front of him in shock, but saw that he actually smiled, and that smile was full of cruelty and ferocity.
"Mr. Rong! I agree!" Almost without any hesitation, Mr. Chen shouted immediately. He covered his bleeding left arm and shouted anxiously to Rong Junlie. Although his life was saved now, but if it happens again
If he is dragged on, his left arm will become useless.
Therefore, he no longer cares about An Yue's family. The man threatening him in front of him is Rong Junlie, so it is more important to save his life first!
As long as he doesn't understand why Rong Junlie suddenly wants to bring down An Yue...
Mr. Chen was very confused by this. Logically speaking, there is no conflict of interest between these two men!
He didn't know that there was an inconspicuous little woman named Luo Yan.
She was very ordinary, but she was the woman that these two equally powerful and powerful men were attracted to at the same time.
At this moment, Rong Junlie had completely lost the fun of torturing this man who was almost stunned. He glanced at him expressionlessly, and while standing up and walking out, he ordered Daniel: "Keep that arm for him.
Until he’s done what he’s supposed to do! If something goes wrong… chop it off!”
The man shook off his cruel words and disappeared from the room.
******
"An Yue! Let's get married!" Luo Yan said eagerly to the other end with her cell phone.
She woke up ten minutes ago and left quickly before Rong Junlie came back.
As soon as she woke up, she thought of those photos and the words Rong Junlie said. The moody Rong Junlie now made Luo Yan feel a little scared, and the words he said scared her even more!
He said he wanted to destroy Anyue, and he said it was for her!
Luo Yan felt her heart beat faster when she thought of those words. She was nervous and scared. No, no, she couldn't let Rong Junlie do this, let alone harm An Yue because of her!
However, Luo Yan knew very well that her power was too weak and she could not stop what Rong Junlie wanted to do from the front.
So, since he said that he was targeting An Yue for her sake, and that he wanted to get her, then...as long as she marries An Yue immediately and quickly puts an end to his thoughts, wouldn't it be useful?
Luo Yan's mind was in chaos, she just wanted to get this solution, and this seemed to be the best solution.
In this way, whether she and Rong Junlie, An Yue or An Ling can have a good ending!
So, Luo Yan made up her mind and called An Yue. As soon as she got through, she couldn't wait to say those words to An Yue, which was almost like a request.
"..." An Yue was silent for a moment, and then asked in disbelief, "Yan'er, what did you just say?"
"I said, An Yue, please marry me. Let's get married as soon as possible, okay?" Luo Yan begged sincerely.
"Okay! Of course!" An Yue's first reaction was to agree quickly, and then asked with some confusion, "But why did you suddenly-"
He had always known that in fact she didn't really want to marry him, but she reluctantly agreed because of her mother. So why would she suddenly take the initiative to say this to him? An Yue was confused, but vaguely felt that this matter
The matter must have something to do with Rong Junlie. He was about to ask when he heard Luo Yan's tired voice saying:
"An Yue, don't ask, don't ask. I just suddenly felt that I was so scared, I was really tired, and I wanted to find someone to rely on... But, An Yue, I can only find you, I only have
You... An Yue, please, don't reject me, okay?"
At the end of the sentence, Luo Yan thought of Rong Junlie's great change of attitude and An Ling's threats, and all her grievances came out, and her voice was filled with tears.
An Yue softened as soon as he heard her voice, and suddenly felt that the reason was not important anymore, and it was not important whether it was about Rong Junlie. She finally agreed. He had been waiting for so long, and he couldn't wait any longer.
Unable to wait any longer, he could no longer hesitate.
No matter what the reason is, in short, he is willing to marry her, he really wants to marry her!
"Okay, Yan'er, let's get married!" An Yue comforted her softly, "When do you want? I'm all ready. It can happen anytime."
Luo Yan finally felt relieved for the time being. She took a deep breath and said softly: "The sooner the better, the faster the better."
"Okay, then tomorrow." An Yue made the final decision.
Okay, tomorrow.
******
In the afternoon of that day, the news that An Yue, the young master of the An family, was going to get married spread throughout the city. All the entertainment companies and newspapers were eager to wait and see, looking forward to the sudden news of the grand wedding that would shock the whole city.
But here in the Rong family, the man stood in the darkness with a ferocious expression.
In the darkness, there was an air of despair.
After a long silence, the man's cold and biting voice sounded in the darkness:
"Okay, very good... An Yue, Luo Yan, I will definitely witness your grand wedding with my own eyes! And then... give you a big gift!"