Yan Tianxing sat in the back seat with his eyes closed to relax.

After two days and one night of busy work, there is still no time to rest. Yan Tianxing can only rest in the car for a while.

Bu Yirong was sitting in the driving position.

He parked the car here, but never opened the door and got out. Instead, he waited for someone who was eager to see them to arrive.

Sure enough, after only waiting for a few minutes, the armed policeman who had just met him at noon came over menacingly.

Completely different from the attitude of his good friend at noon, he was now on the verge of going berserk. The little friendship he had with Bu Yirong, those revolutionary friendships, had long been forgotten, and he was only filled with anger.

All his emotions at the moment.

He came to the car door and stretched out his hand to pull the door open, but the door didn't open at all and he couldn't pull it open.

He suddenly became furious.

Fortunately, the car window was not closed. He put his hands on the roof of the car, with one hand on his waist, and then angrily spit at Bu Yirong, "Qiao Qi, what do you mean? All you stuffed for me.

Who is she? A little princess who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. That gold is so valuable that we have to have someone here who can afford it; a killer who has an inexplicable and constant relationship with the S group——"

"Brother He, that's our student."

The smile on Bu Yirong's lips faded, and he interrupted the armed policeman and monk's indiscriminate words with a firm tone.

Being interrupted like this, the monk realized that he was speaking impulsively, but the anger in his heart did not dissipate.

"How dare you accept this kind of person? We don't have the ability here." The monk said angrily, and then complained, "I'm talking about you, we have known each other for several years, and we have a close friendship. How can you treat this person like me?"

You gave me two hot potatoes? Moreover, you didn’t even give me a warning, did you want to kill me?!"

"They are just our students." Bu Yirong only changed a few words, but changed the emphasis.

Regardless of their previous status or background, if they are in GS9 now, they are their students.

If they have the ability to stay in the future, they will become their official team members.

It doesn't matter what their past is.

This is their GS9.

No discrimination.

The monk was speechless for a moment, and finally couldn't help but burst out, "But the problem is, now! They have called their names! They want to see your students! Tell me, can you ordinary students get such treatment?" (To be continued)
Chapter completed!