"Okay, Mr. Shen, please."

Chen Mengyao took Wanru away.

Several police officers examined the waiter's injuries.

"Dead."

"Dead?"

"He was killed with just one slap?"

“That’s awesome.”

"Oh my god, I just got terrified."

"She's so quick and her skills are amazing."

"Does this still need our protection?"

"I really can't tell. It turns out she's not a secretary, but a bodyguard."

"That's what I was saying. Why didn't she bring bodyguards with her when she came to Hong Kong? She even asked us to send someone to protect her. It turns out she didn't count on us at all."

"We live in fear every day and dare not even close our eyes when we sleep."

…

At this time, Chen Mengyao and Wanru had already arrived in the lobby.

There were several visiting guests sitting in the hall, including Lu Qingyun.

"Mr. Shen."

Lu Qingyun was the first to run over.

He was planning to try his luck here, but he didn't expect to actually meet Chen Mengyao.

Chen Mengyao had known him for a long time, but pretended not to know him: "Hello."

"I'm Lu Qingyun. Can you give me a few minutes? I want to talk to you alone."

"Are you Lu Qingyun? Lu Chunqiu's father?"

Chen Mengyao frowned.

"Yes, yes, I'm really sorry this time. I came here mainly because—"

"You don't have to say it. I'm busy now. Let's talk when we have time."

After saying that, Shen Mengyao turned and left.

Lu Qingyun wanted to go forward, but several police officers stopped him.

When they reached the gate, a group of reporters suddenly rushed out and blocked Shen Mengyao.