More than an hour later.

A long motorcade came at lightning speed.

There are eight cars in total, and except for the two police cars at the beginning, they are all luxury cars.

Rolls-Royce Phantom, Bentley Flying Spur, Maybach 63, etc.

The cheapest one is also the Mercedes-Benz S600.

The motorcade roared in and stopped directly in front of Su Mu.

A group of heavily armed policemen got off the police car, loaded with guns and ammunition, and surrounded Su Mu.

The kind with loaded bullets.

There is even one dedicated to holding a camera.

From the luxury car behind, a large group of prominent figures in suits and leather shoes got out.

They even brought a team of lawyers.

The middle-aged policeman leading the team stared at Su Mu coldly, as if looking at a dead person:

"Hold your head with your hands and squat down. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

Su Mu sat lazily on the recliner, as if watching a play.

The middle-aged policeman was furious. He raised his gun with both hands and came to Su Mu:

"First warning."

Su Mu looked at the dark muzzle of the gun with a half-smile, and asked softly:

"Don't you ask about the cause and effect?"

A flash of sarcasm flashed in the middle-aged policeman's eyes:

"I only saw injured people everywhere. I can see how vicious you are, so raise your hands."

Su Mu was not moved at all, and still said with a smile:

"If I don't lift, are you going to shoot?"

The middle-aged policeman said coldly:

"Second warning."

Su Mu chuckled, glanced playfully at the group of well-dressed noble people on one side, who wanted to have their skin peeled off and cramped, and said to the middle-aged police officer:

"Aren't you afraid that I am also a plainclothes man performing a special mission?"

The middle-aged policeman's eyes suddenly narrowed.

Is what this guy said true?

Impossible?

It doesn't look like him looking like this.

He suddenly felt a little regretful.

Impulsive.

After hesitating for a moment, the middle-aged policeman looked Su Mu up and down, and then said with a sneer:

"Since you said you are in plainclothes, please show me your ID."

Su Mu chuckled:

"I want to criticize you. You are a law enforcer. You should prove your identity to me first, right?"

The middle-aged policeman hesitated for a moment, took out his ID card from his body, and opened it to Su Mu.

Su Mu shook his head:

"Sorry, I need to check the authenticity."

The middle-aged policeman snorted coldly and handed over his ID.

After Su Mu took it, he put it away without even looking at it.

The policeman in the middle was a little dumbfounded.

What is this operation?

"You...dare to seize my ID?"

Su Mu grinned at him, showing his white teeth.

That smile is infinitely ironic.

The middle-aged policeman suddenly felt something was wrong.

What does it mean?

Su Mu's white teeth are so scary.

"It's an eye-opener to work for a tiger to your level. I think you've had enough to eat and done enough. For the rest of your life, you're going to find a small house to live in."

After saying that, he stood up straight away, without even looking at the muzzles around him, and walked towards the group of noble people.

Xie Yutong leaned elegantly on the recliner, also not caring about the muzzles around him, and seemed to be intoxicated by the beautiful scenery in front of him.

These policemen are in trouble.

What are the backgrounds of this ridiculously young and ridiculously beautiful man and woman?

How could he be so calm under such circumstances?

What does this mean?

This speaks volumes.

The middle-aged policeman became the most panicked one.

He is not a desperado. The more he pursues an official career, the more he knows the depth.

The pair of young men in front of me must be extraordinary.

It's over.

Maybe I've hit a brick wall.

I made a fatal mistake.

Documents!

He actually had his ID taken away.

Su Mu looked at the group of people in front of him. Han Youlin was hiding behind a middle-aged man who was not angry and proud, and seemed to be shaking again.

This is his father Han Houde.

Han Houde started from scratch many years ago, and now his net worth has exceeded tens of billions.

Although there is no way to compare with the top richest people in the imperial capital, it is still okay to say that one is not as good as above but more than below.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Han Houde is a real rich man.

His company is a real estate company, and the golf course at the end of this road is the leisure resort he developed, which is quite famous.

Han Youlin is his only son, so he really wants to get used to it.

Han Houde was able to build a fortune in the imperial capital from nothing to tens of billions in just thirty years. How could he be so short-sighted?

The longer a person like him lives, the more he knows the depth.

There is a difference between the nouveau riche and the aristocratic family.

How many nouveau riche have gotten into big trouble just by showing off.

Han Houde is not afraid of Han Youlin's waste, nor is he afraid of him being a playboy, but he is afraid of his ability.

Why?

No matter how dandy or good-for-nothing he is, if he is given three to five billion a year to squander his wine and meat every day, it will be unworthy of him.

We already have too much money to spend, and stability is the most important thing.

But once you have the ability, you have to start a business, and you have to think about taking over.

How many billionaires have been defeated by capable second-generation people, and they are beyond redemption.

Why does the national husband tear off green onions and play with his tender model every day?

Successor?

Do you think people are stupid?

Self-knowledge, these four words, are the code of conduct for people like them.

It's a pity that Han Youlin didn't.

The son called, crying, saying that he had offended someone he couldn't afford to offend, and it didn't count that he had beaten the young man, but he had to be dealt with.
To be continued...