After wearing the best mother-in-law, my way is wide

Chapter 515 Gentle Voice
Since Feng Yin was willing to cooperate with her, Zhang Yiming followed her wishes.

After the words fell, the muscular man's eyes were full of jokes.

Muscular man: "..." These two are devils, right?

He was so angry that his old face was flushed, and he really wanted to rush up and tear the mouths of the two couples.

He took a few deep breaths before speaking again: "Master Xiucai, are you sure that such a small piece of iron can be used as evidence in the hands of the government?"

Since people don't want to have a good talk with him, he doesn't need to be humble anymore.

Zhang Yiming seemed to have been waiting for the other party to ask this question a long time ago, and the corner of his mouth lightly curled up: "How can you be sure that the old man won't find more evidence from him?"

Just kidding, with Long Xia's thousands of years of criminal investigation methods, how could he not be able to deal with these people in front of him?
Even if this guy named Tree Roots, Zhang Yiming can dig out those crime tools no matter how inconceivably hidden they are.

Facing that confident expression and his absolutely confident words, the muscular man suddenly felt his scalp go numb.

Although Zhang Yiming played it lightly from the beginning to the end, he was not as aggressive as he and Shugen.

But the muscular man just felt that this frail scholar had the means to find the evidence he wanted from the tree root.

Especially when he saw such a master as Shugen, who had no room to resist in the opponent's hands, the muscular man felt a deep chill in his heart.

He wasn't sure if he could have the strength to resist under such means.

But now that the tree root is in the hands of others, the muscular man suddenly dare not gamble on the consequences.

He and his master have worked together for so long to achieve the current situation. If it is broken in the hands of the two of them, he will be to blame for death.

Just when he was hesitating and didn't know what to do, a gentle voice came from behind: "Please come in and talk."

"Yes."

Hearing this voice, the muscular man clasped his fists in response.

With this reaction, he had time to be amazed.

One must know that one's own master is usually the least willing to deal with outsiders.

Especially in such occasions and situations where his identity might be exposed, he never showed his head.

Today, for the sake of these few people in front of him, the master actually took the initiative to ask someone to see him?
The shock was really big, the muscular man froze in place for a moment, forgetting what he should do.

Zhang Yiming raised his lips slightly and said, "Since it's an honored guest, why don't you come out to greet me?"

While speaking, he gave Hua Zheng a wink.

The latter lightly tossed the iron sheet that Zhang Yiming threw back to him in his hand, turned around and closed the half-closed door tightly.

Yun Yan immediately took out the torch and ignited it, and found the dead wind lamp in the shop counter to light it up.

At the same time, Hua Zheng had moved out two stools from the counter and placed them side by side behind Feng Yin and Zhang Yiming, asking them to sit down.

The movements and behaviors of the two are in tacit understanding, as if they have been rehearsed countless times.

Even Feng Yin was stunned by this scene, let alone the muscular man and tree roots.

Feng Yin blinked, looking curiously at the man beside her.

Zhang Yiming rubbed her head, smiled gently, and said in a low voice, "Go back and tell you."

But he sighed in his heart: "These few have good learning ability. In just a few days, they have learned the basic skills to this extent."

Not bad, not in vain, every day after Yin Yin fell asleep, he spent about half an hour instructing them.

After doing this, Hua Zheng and Yun Yan quietly stood beside the husband and wife, always on guard against emergencies.

"You...you?"

The muscular man was finally like a tree root, full of speechlessness towards these people, and a deep anger of being ignored.

　Good night!meow

　　
　
(End of this chapter)