Ling Yan put down the information in his hand and looked at Ye Hong with a smile.
"Now, you have two choices.
Either use the power you have at hand to fight with me, fight with the entire city hall, and see how long you can last in my hands.
Either get out of Bailu City and spend the rest of your life in my shadow, oblivious to everyone else. "
Ling Yan's tone was indifferent, but there was a strong sense of gloom in his words.
He expressed his meaning very clearly: No matter what Ye Hong chooses, it will be a dead end!
Ye Hong looked at Ling Yan and remained silent.
As his eyes flashed continuously, his mind began to make crazy calculations.
He was calculating how he could survive this disaster under Ling Yan's clutches.
All the roads were blocked by him.
One plan after another was blocked by him.
Among thousands of thoughts, Ye Hong couldn't find the perfect breaking point for a while.
At some point, Ling Yan walked to the small refrigerator nearby and took out a bottle of wine.
Pour out half the cup and take a sip.
Ling Yan looked at Ye Hong with a satisfied look on his face.
He enjoyed the pleasure of his enemies struggling under his crushing power.
Ye Hong sighed silently and touched his arms.
Touching it in his hand is the silk scroll with a black horn shaft.
Just in case, he carried this temple investiture document with him.
Just when Ye Hong was about to show the documents and lift the table with Ling Yan, a doorbell suddenly sounded in his ears.
Ye Hong and Ling Yan both raised their heads and were stunned when they saw the heroic figure outside the door.
The visitor is tall, and a camouflage-colored windbreaker adds a touch of chicness to him.
When this coolness falls on a beautiful woman, it is even more impressive.
However, Ye Hong immediately recognized this little pepper. She was the strange and unruly girl who appeared with the old man at the night food that day.
By the way, Ye Hong never knew the names of this woman and the mysterious old man.
"Young Master Dongfang Yan, what brought you to my little market hall?"
Ling Yan seemed to have become a different person. He opened the door with a cheerful face and respectfully welcomed the woman outside.
It turns out her surname is Dongfang.
Ye Hong was greatly surprised. How could this woman be so respected by Ling Yan at such a young age
Is there anyone with more power than Ling Yan in this city palace
Lightning flashed in Ye Hong's mind, recalling what Ling Yan had called her just now.
Shaoyan School
In Yan country, it takes a long time to rise to the level of Shaoyan school.
It is relatively rare for people like Wei Qianling to sit in the upper school position at such a young age.
But no matter what, it can show the high status of the woman in front of him.
Ye Hong thought of the old man named Mo who left a deep impression on him again, and was once again full of speculation about his identity.
Dongfang Ningyun glanced at Ling Yan, then at Ye Hong who was motionless on the sofa, and finally fixed her gaze on the printer with lingering smoke, a natural alertness flashed in her eyes.
"Well, the printer was in disrepair and suddenly caught fire."
Ling Yan saw Dongfang Ningyun staring fiercely at the printer, and moved his body slightly, just in front of Dongfang Ningyun's sight.
Dongfang Ningyun then remembered the business of her visit, but she raised her hand at Ye Hong expressionlessly.
"Ye Hong, the provincial chief wants to see you, come with me."
As soon as these words came out, Ling Yan and Ye Hong's expressions changed.
The chief minister of the Provincial Palace is the one who stands at the top of the entire vast Jiangnan Province of 100,000 square kilometers!
If Ling Yan is a sharp long sword, that person is the one who wields the sword.
To put it simply, Ling Yan had no power to resist in front of him.
Ye Hong was deeply surprised to see the city leader today. Now that he heard that the legendary man wanted to see him, how could he not feel excited
(End of chapter)