I asked you to go down the mountain and get married, not to shock the world!

Mingchuan smiled.

"What's the point? It'll be the same even if you get tanned."

Meng Dalang curled his lips and muttered softly, "That's true."

Everyone dispersed and went about their business. Meng Dalang was not suitable to follow Song Jing and the others, so he could only stay with Mingchuan.

Seeing this, Mingchuan entered the room where "Yan Caijun" was imprisoned.

Min Yeyi's house is not as gloomy as the houses of "Yan Caijun" and Guan Min Yike before. Overall it is still warm, just a little deserted.

"Yan Caijun" really doesn't look like a fake person, his every move is no different from usual.

He was sitting lazily on a chair with his legs crossed. When he saw someone opening the door, he narrowed his eyes and laughed sarcastically.

"Oh, it's not easy for you to still remember me."

Seeing him like this, Mingchuan became interested.

He winked at the people behind him, and they immediately closed the door, allowing only Meng Dalang to follow him in.

The three of them sat opposite each other. "Yan Caijun" waved at them and said with a playful smile, "Holy Lord, you came to see me and didn't bring me a cigarette or something. Isn't that a bit stingy?"

Upon hearing this, Mingchuan winked at Meng Dalang beside him.

Meng Dalang reluctantly took out a cigarette from his bag and handed it forward to "Yan Caijun" to light it.

In the smoke, the two people looked at his face and felt a little dazed.

Like the moon in the mirror, it changes with the shaking of different ripples.

It doesn't seem very real.

Mingchuan and Meng Dalang both kept this change in mind and did not expose it directly now.

"Yan Caijun, you said before that you wanted to return to my command and become my man. What exactly is the situation? You might as well tell me in detail." Mingchuan said with a smile.

"Yan Caijun" had a look of pride between his brows.

He extended his hand and said to Mingchuan, "What's there to say? I can manage the entire Jiangnan District 3 by myself. Just tell me what you want and give me orders for anything you want. All my subordinates will obey your orders."

"With just one order from you, all the commercial properties in the three Jiangnan districts can become yours!"

If others heard this, they would be shocked.

The person in front of me is too bold. The entire business in the three Jiangnan districts will all belong to one person!

This is even more unrealistic than a dream!

You are so arrogant!

But Mingchuan frowned and looked at "Yan Caijun"'s appearance, and felt that what he said did not seem to be false.

He sneered: "Young Master Yan is really bold. If that's the case, then Min Yeyi is nothing to you, right?"

"Who the hell is he? We've been giving him enough respect over the years. We're lucky we didn't just destroy all the businesses under his name."

Mingchuan pursed his lips and said, "Then you are the only one in charge of the entire Jiangnan District. Isn't that a bit too arrogant?"

"Yan Caijun" showed a bit of pride on his face. He took a breath of the cigarette between his fingers, his cheek was revealed through the smoke. He moved closer to Mingchuan and looked at him with a sinister look.

Those eyes clearly didn't look like those of a living person, but rather those of a dead person.

There was no emotion in his eyes, only a deep sense of dead silence.

There was a huge gap between the smile on his lips and it was creepy.

"Of course I have my own way."

"As long as I want, the entire Jiangnan District Three will be mine."

This sentence has a profound meaning.

Mingchuan's eyes rolled a few times, and when he saw "Yan Caijun" sitting back down, he raised a seemingly nonchalant smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, if you want to follow me and become a member of the Ming family again, I have some requests. You should rein in some of your illegal activities and stop them, right?"

"Also, there are people in your Hongmeng Pavilion who are collaborating with the outside world and are spies lurking in Dragon Country for many years. Do you want to deal with these people as well?"

Mingchuan got straight to the point, and Yan Caijun's expression froze for a moment.

At this time, Mingchuan also looked up at his face, deliberately sizing up his features.

If it was the real Yan Caijun, he would definitely behave differently at this time. After all, the spy who cooperated with foreign countries was someone from their Yan family.

But if it were a dummy, it would definitely be foolproof.

Sometimes, being foolproof is not necessarily a good thing.

If there is no emotional change, there may be bigger problems.

Sure enough, the person in front of him was just as Mingchuan had thought, still extremely calm.

"Tsk, I didn't even know there was a spy inside our Hongmeng Pavilion. Mr. Ming, you are really well-informed."

"Alright, isn't it easy to deal with these things? If you can pick the people out, you can do whatever you want with them!"

Mingchuan narrowed his eyes and was completely certain.

There are only two situations in which you can achieve an identical face change.

One is to use the extremely mysterious skin painting technique that is passed down by word of mouth to put another face on your own skin.

The other is the so-called high technology, human cloning.

The person in front of me can somewhat match one of these two types, but not completely.

This is very strange.

Clones don't have such full and rich emotions, their eyes will just be dead fish eyes, rather than a very dead feeling.

As for human skin surgery, it is impossible to achieve 100% consistency in other aspects.

The fact that Hongmeng Pavilion has been in opposition to Min Yeyi in the Jiangnan District for such a long time without any problems has proved that they are definitely as Mingchuan and others had thought before.

It is impossible to have only superficial actions in the business world.

Considering what this person just said...

As long as he wants, the entire Jiangnan District Three will be his people.

Mingchuan raised his eyebrows at the guy in front of him. It seemed that the secret of the Yan family was in this so-called human skin.

He stood up slowly, staring at "Yan Caijun" without blinking.

Seeing this, the latter felt inexplicably guilty and asked in confusion with a frown, "Why are you staring at me like that?"

Mingchuan raised the corner of his mouth to smile.

He walked to Yan Caijun, raised his hand, and lowered it.

With a muffled groan, Yan Caijun, who was lighting a cigarette arrogantly just now, glared, closed his eyes, and fainted.

The cigarette in his hand fell and burned his palm.

A red mark was burned on the palm of his hand.

But this red mark looked more like it was branded into leather, and felt very different from human skin.

Mingchuan walked around and looked around.

He threw the cigarette butt away and looked closely at his palm.

"Hiss...why do I feel like this person's skin is similar to Yi Gang and the others?"

When Meng Dalang heard this, he hurried forward and went closer to look where Mingchuan was pointing.

Now, even Meng Dalang could see it.

He turned his head and said, "Brother, they are all together. This guy should be a weirdo like Yi Gang who has been reshaped, right?"