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The main residence of the Yun family.

The Yun family in the capital is a generational warlord, with heavy troops in their hands. In this chaotic world where there is no emperor and only melee, the Yun family is the uncrowned king.

In the living room of the Yun family's main house, an old man sat tremblingly on the sand, with his head lowered, not daring to look up at the person on the opposite side of the sand.

The man was leaning against the sand, his long legs in military boots resting on the crystal table, and his slender fingers, wearing white military gloves, tapped on the edge of the table carelessly.

It's like knocking on the heart of a person.

The tassels hanging down from his shoulders, the golden buttons of the military uniform, lining his slender and beautiful figure, his long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of indifference.

He hooked his thin lips, his eyes gleamed, and his voice was clear and lazy: "What about your sincerity?"

Hearing his question, the old man opposite looked up in horror, his lips trembling slightly.

He also knew who he was facing—

The young marshal of the Yun family, the one who really holds the power, the rumored living king of hell.

Whoever negotiates with him is trembling with fear, for fear that he will not be able to live to see the sun tomorrow.

Yun family, Yun Chuyao.

He is not human, he is the devil.

The old man's body trembled slightly. The person opposite suddenly laughed inexplicably.

Obviously it was just a chuckle, but the old man seemed to have heard some terrible judgment. He opened his eyes in an instant, rolled down from the sand, knelt on the ground, rubbed his knees on the ground and crawled towards him, while crying bitterly and kowtow: "You forgive me..."

The guard behind him instantly drew his gun and pointed it at his head accurately. The old man stiffly did not dare to move forward, so he could only kowtow more desperately, hoping to get the devil's mercy.

The slender man finally turned his head slightly.

The golden buttons on the military uniform and his appearance radiate a dazzling temptation.

Narrow and beautiful eyes, high nose bridge, cool thin lips, constitute a face that makes countless ladies in the capital fascinated. Yun Chuyao lowered his eyes, put down his long legs on military boots at will, and stood up.

He is tall and slender, with a clear white shirt in his military uniform, golden buttons against the waist belt, and a pair of beautiful long legs.

It is such a wicked and beautiful person who can casually shoot and kill, and can use all the cruelest punishments calmly.

Oppose him, the end is not divided between life and death, only death and tragic death.

The old man was trembling like a sieve, and the beads of sweat on his forehead fell, and some finely flowed into his eyes, sour and unbearable, and he did not dare to move.

"Drag." Yun Chuyao's voice was light.

The old man raised his head for a moment, and before he could cry any more, the guard 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 next to the sand just squinted a pair of narrow eyes and looked at him with interest.

When he was finally dragged away, the light in the old man's eyes gradually went out, forming a hopeless ashes.

Yun Chuyao turned his head to the side and stood in front of the huge lattice window, with one hand in the pocket of his military uniform and the other wearing gloves, playing with the medals slightly.

The guard said respectfully from behind: "Over Nanyang, the second master has already passed by."

Yun Chuyao squinted his eyes, and his thin lips evoked a playful smile, "...Going fast."

"In addition to this, I have also contacted the government of the other side, and the garrison is going well. When you are ready to go to Nanyang, please ask the Major General for instructions."