The Spoiled Daily Life of the Villain’s Mother

When Chen Tanliang returned to the group's rented hotel room, everyone was stunned.

        His clothes looked tidied up in advance, with no traces of dust, but Chen Tanliang's face, from the corner of his left eyebrow to his cheek, had a long, thin wound that was now no longer bleeding.

        "Kelly, you--"

        "I got the information on the guy." Chen Tanliang said without expression.

        The group didn't let him digress from the matter, and someone brought the med kit.

        "What guy did you have a run-in with?"

        "J.." Chen Tanliang said, "fought to a draw, and he told me the information about Evan Fetzgerald. We'll start preparing the action plan now."

        A group member on the other side was checking the information on the computer, when he frowned and said, "J didn't take money from you for the information? How is that possible?"

        What kind of odd behavior is this, this J giving information but not taking money and fighting with the client?

        That's not professional.

        These team members came from special departments and used to analyze a lot, and at this moment began to think that Jing Yuan's actions have some kind of conspiracy in it.

        "Don't think about it." Chen Tanliang said indifferently, "That man is a madman."

        He has lived two lives, but this is the first time he encountered someone like Jing Yuan who likes to fight with people then laughed afterwards like it was nothing. He did not even ask his background, then revealed this Evan Fitzgerald's information in great detail.

        This kind of man who doesn't play cards according to common sense and focuses on his own preferences should be treated more warily - you won't know when he's in the mood, or will suddenly decide to do something. Too difficult to control.

        Chen Tanliang is a very upright person, even when he was just a young marshal, so he doesn't like people like Chou Jing Yuan very much.

        According to the information, the big man with a weapon of destruction in his hand will attend a local banquet in three days, which will invite some guests who have an interest in the merchandise and be sold to various grey and black forces.

        "This banquet is only known to those in the underground world and is heavily guarded, so it's hard to get close." A group member said, "But if we miss this opportunity, this big fish might just disappear into thin air again......"

        Chen Tanliang thought about it, and he said, "Go. Find a way to blend into the back kitchen."

        They worked intensively to discuss countermeasures and contacted logistics ...... Two days passed quickly.

        The next night, the group was busy in the house when suddenly there was a knock on the guest room door. Everyone reacted immediately and pulled out their weapons. Chen Tanliang signaled them to be on guard with hand signals, while he himself slowly leaned forward with a wooden barrel shotgun.

        "Who is it?" He said in a deep voice.

        No one answered outside.

        Chen Tanliang aimed the mouth of his gun at the door panel - the bullet was powerful enough to pass through the door panel and hurt the people outside. Then only slowly opened the door.

        When he saw the person outside the door, Chen Tanliang's eyes widened.

        "You - how did you know we were here?!"

        In the corridor, it was none other than Jing Yuan.

         Jing Yuan was wearing an open suit, and the buttons of his shirt inside were not properly buttoned, leaving the V-shaped collar open. He put his hands in his pockets and smiled faintly.

        "I told you, Mr. Kelly." Jing Yuan's dangerous eyes looked at Chen Tanliang, his eyebrows slightly raised, "I know the whereabouts of everyone in this area."

        Afraid of being noticed when talking in the corridor, Chen Tanliang grabbed Jing Yuan's collar and dragged him into the room. The door slammed. Chen Tanliang pressed him against the wall, and the cold barrel shotgun's mouth has been aimed at his heart.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Chen Tanliang said gloomily, "Do you understand that you are asking for trouble?"

        Jing Yuan swept into the room unhurriedly, as if he wasn't being threatened. When he saw a room full of computers and drawings, he smiled contemptuously.

        "The air of officialdom is spilling out of you all." Jing Yuan looked at Chen Tanliang, "You really are from the military."

        "Didn't you hear what I was saying?" Chen Tanliang's eyebrows furrowed and his fingers on his collar tightened.

        Of course Jing Yuan knew that. When this kind of official squad was on a mission, it was to set itself aside from the M official state. If they were caught, they could all said it was a personal act. It made sense that they could even discard their own identities and settle for a local snake that came to their door.

        How interesting.

        In all his time in this place, he had never seen such interesting people.

        "Don't you want an invitation to the banquet?" Jing Yuan said lazily.

        He didn't care that Chen Tanliang was pointing a barrel shotgun at him, took out a few tickets from his pocket and shook them. Chen Tanliang took a look, it was the entrance ticket for the banquet. He let go of Jing Yuan's collar and was about to take them, when Jing Yuan's hand dodged, not letting him touch them.

        "It's okay to give you, but I have a request." Jing Yuan said carelessly.

        Chen Tanliang eyebrows tightly wrinkled, "J, do you not want to live? Even if we kill you directly, we can then take the entrance ticket."

        Chou Jing Yuan smiled gently.

        "You guys can come and try." He gazed fixedly at Chen Tanliang and said slowly, "Sir, you only have one chance to choose - whether you want to make a move with me or negotiate with me."

        Chen Tanliang lowered his eyelashes and his pupils moved. In a few seconds, he decided. A strong dragon can't crush a local snake. Jingyuan's influence in the local area is far beyond their imagination and known data.

        "What's your price?" Chen Tanliang asked coldly.

        Chu Jing Yuan stretched out his hand and held those coupons.

        "Give you an entrance ticket, and you owe me one more favor." He said, "Sir, take your pick?"

        Chen Tanliang pursed his lips.

        "Owing you a favor is fine. But I have a request." Chen Tanliang said, "One can't hurt heaven and earth, can't hurt civilians. Two, you can't force others, and three, you can't-"