The main residence of the Yun Family.
The Yun family in the capital is a generation of warlords with heavy soldiers in their hands. In this chaotic world where there is no emperor but only chaos, the Yun family is the uncrowned king aloft.
In the living room of the Yun family's main house, an old man was sitting on the sofa tremblingly, with his head down, not daring to look up at the person on the sofa opposite him.
The man was leaning on the sofa, his long legs in military boots resting on the crystal table, his slender fingers, wearing white military gloves, casually tapped on the edge of the table.
Once and for all, it's like knocking on a person's heart.
Tassels hung from his shoulders, and the golden buttons of his military uniform set off his slender and beautiful figure. His narrow eyes were slightly narrowed, revealing a trace of carelessness.
He hooked his thin lips, his eyes shimmered, and his voice was clear and lazy: "Where's your sincerity?"
Hearing his question, the old man on the opposite side raised his head in horror, his lips trembling slightly.
He also knew who he was facing—
The young commander-in-chief of the Yun family, the one who really holds the power, and the rumored cruel and ruthless King of Hades.
Anyone negotiating with him is frightened, afraid that he will not live to see the sun tomorrow.
The Yun family, Yun Chuyao.
He is not human, he is a devil.
The old man's body trembled slightly. The person opposite suddenly laughed inexplicably.
Obviously it was just a chuckle, but the old man opened his eyes wide as if he had heard some terrible sentence, rolled down from the sofa, knelt on the ground, crawled towards him with his knees grinding the ground, and kowtowed bitterly: "Please forgive me..."
The guard at the back immediately drew his gun and pointed it at his head accurately. The old man was too stiff to move forward, so he could only kowtow even more desperately, hoping to get the devil's mercy.
The slender man finally turned his head slightly.
The golden buttons on the military uniform combined with his appearance to create a dazzling allure.
The narrow and beautiful eyes, the high nose bridge, and the cool and thin lips constitute a face that makes countless celebrities in the capital dream about. Yun Chuyao lowered his eyes, put down his long legs on military boots, and stood up.
He is tall and slender, and the white shirt in the military uniform is clear, with golden buttons reflecting the waist belt and a pair of beautiful long legs.
It is such a wicked and beautiful person who can shoot and kill people carelessly, and can use all the cruelest punishments calmly.
Against him, there is no distinction between life and death, only death and tragic death.
The old man was shaking like a sieve, beads of sweat fell off his forehead, and some finely trickled into his eyes, the soreness was unbearable, and he didn't dare to move.
"Drag on." Yun Chuyao's voice was flat.
The old man raised his head for a moment, and before he could cry for anything, the guards behind him covered his mouth with a special mask and dragged him down.
The old man struggled desperately, but to no avail.
The slender figure beside the sofa just squinted a pair of long and narrow eyes, looking at him with interest.
When he was finally dragged away, the light in the old man's eyes gradually went out, forming a piece of hopeless ashes.
Yun Chuyao turned his head sideways and stood in front of the huge lattice window, with one hand casually inserted in the trouser pocket of the military uniform and the other gloved, playing with the medal slightly.
The guard said respectfully from behind: "On the Nanyang side, the second master has already passed by first."
Yun Chuyao narrowed his eyes, and his thin lips curled up into a playful smile, "...you're walking fast."
"Besides, we have also contacted the government of the other party, and everything is going well with the garrison. When you are going to Nanyang, please give instructions from the young commander."