After Yan Ke listened, instead of being angry, he laughed loudly.
"Very well, it is related to the progeny. If you want it to be a dog, it is a dog, wherever you can bite it; if you want it to be a cat, then it is a cat, let it be teased. Once the so-called blood relationship is diluted, Shouldn't become fetters and restraints. The true brothers and feet are by no means a support relationship, only slaves and masters are."
These words directly classified all the sidelines as slaves!
Don't be evasive and straightforward.
Yan Zhi turned his eyebrows dark, looking at Yan Ke, this was the real ruthless person.
"It's best for you to take Severe Sen as a dog, and I'm afraid you take him as a brother. After all, it's easy to kill a dog, but it's hard to kill a dog."
Yan Zhifan: "..."
"Okay, the words have been said clearly, there is nothing wrong, you rest early."
Yan Zhi could not return.
"Why, something else?"
The eyebrows gathered slowly, and Yan Zhifan's eyes gradually became confused when he looked at him: "You, don't you ask me?"
Yan Ke: "Ask you what?"
"... ... opening dance."
"What happened to the opening dance?"
Yan Zhi returned his expression with a blank expression, turned and left.
Yan Ke looked at his almost annoyed back, with a faint tone: "If you mean that you have not invited Miss Shen Jia according to the arrangement, you don't have to worry about it. For men, women can be the icing on the cake when they are beautiful, but when they are down. It cannot be a life-saving straw. Apart from strength, the heirs of my Yan family do not need any other means to consolidate their position, including marriage."
"I didn't agree with your mother when I made this arrangement. Now since you don't like it, this will never happen again in the future."
Yan Zhi turned back and looked at his eyes suspiciously: "Can you guarantee?"
"I promise."
Yan Zhifan's eyes flickered slightly.
As if seeing through his thoughts, Yan Ke did not hesitate: "When a man is strong enough, he doesn't need to use marriage as a bargaining chip to marry someone who doesn't want to marry him. If he doesn't even have this freedom, then heir. What is the location worthy of your nostalgia?"
Under the same moonlight, Zama Wharf, Warehouse No. 3.
Shen Hou stopped at the door, turned off the engine, and got out of the car.
A little brother heard the sound of the engine coming out to welcome her, respectfully: "Sister Shen."
"How's it going inside?"
"The man brought back has a stiff mouth, and the third brother is still on trial."
"Really?" Coldly curled his lips, Shen Hou entered, but within a few steps, he heard the voice of the third son—
"Say! What's your relationship with the Ping family? Where is the specific location of the Ping family?!"
"Oh, your mouth is still stiff? Then it's not a matter of two whips, beware of your little life!"
"Cough cough cough..." a deep, hoarse cough came. "You, know the Ping family? Who are you?!"
The third son sneered: "You figure it out. Now I am asking you, not you."
"No..." The man was tied with hands and covered in blood, but his eyes were extremely bright. "The Ping family has lived in seclusion for nearly a hundred years and has never been born. You can't know the existence of the Ping family! Unless.... .. You are a collateral person! No, no, no... The collateral line has always been in the same spirit, and there is no possibility of traitors. As for you, at most you are a fugitive slave!"
The third son's expression shrank, and his pupils shrank suddenly.
"Haha...cough cough cough... I guessed it right, your expression has said everything, you really are a fugitive slave!"
"Fleeing slaves?" He laughed shortly, "I hate people mentioning these two words! You are looking for death—"
Then, there was a scream and wailing.
Shen Hou stepped on the dot and appeared. When the man was tortured to faint, she walked to the third son and stood in front of the man.
The man was already confused and his eyes dull, but when he touched the white cheongsam of the moon, he suddenly felt aroused, and he suddenly woke up: "Who are you?"
Every word is dripping with blood.
Shen Hou downplayed: "Creditor."
He was puzzled and his eyes were at a loss: "I, never saw you... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh "
"It is the Ping family who owes the debt, and you are the Ping family-have you figured out the causality?"
"Sure enough..." He sneered and stopped talking.
The third son slammed the whip a few times and whipped into the meat, but he never said a word.
Shen Hou raised his hand to stop him from continuing to commit violence, then took out a tube of injection and handed it to the third son.
The latter understood it, took it, and opened the outer sealed package. The needle was upward, the stopper was pushed down slightly, and the needle tip squeezed out a half drop of reagent.
Ask Shen Hou: "Subcutaneous injection or intravenous injection?"
"vein."
The third son stepped forward and slowly pushed the reagent into his vein under the man's horrified gaze.
"What did you hit me?!"
The third son hummed, his eyes were meaningful.
The man couldn't get the answer, he looked at Shen Hou in a panic, but saw the corners of her lips rise, and a cold color in his eyes.
"Something that makes you obedient."
Soon, the man began to appear dizzy, and the visible objects in front of him slowly became dim, and finally turned into nothingness.
Shen Hou raised his hand and glanced at his watch: "The time is almost there."
The third son stepped forward, first checked the man's breathing and pulse, the frequency was normal, and then stretched out a hand to shake in front of his eyes, without the physiological response of blinking.
He turned around and nodded to Shen Hou: "The state is the same as in the manual, it's okay."