Although he was picked up at the airport in a broken van, Chen Yang ended up staying in a five-star hotel.
To be precise, I am not living here, I am under house arrest.
He was placed on the 45th floor of a hotel building, awaiting the Ling family's arrangements.
This stage lasts for a full five days.
The hotel has everything.
There is no internet.
There wasn't even a TV.
Every day, Chen Yang would just sit on the luxurious balcony of more than 30 square meters, staring blankly at the spectacular city skyline in front of him, and quietly waiting for his own death.
In the first few days, what he missed most was his daughter.
But after slowly accepting the reality that he couldn't get her back for the time being, Chen Yang had to let it go temporarily.
He was like a poor student waiting for the college entrance examination results. Although he knew that he would not pass, he always had a glimmer of hope in his heart, imagining that he would suddenly receive an admission letter from Peking University or Tsinghua University.
Finally, on the morning of the sixth day, the notice arrived.
The doorbell of the room rang, but this time it was not the waiter who delivered the food, but a well-dressed female secretary.
She held an exquisite suit in her hands.
"Mr. Chen, please tidy up your appearance within forty minutes."
"Please remember to wear your tie."
Chen Yang couldn't help but smile.
Grass.
Wearing a tie before going to the execution ground?
Is it so ceremonial?
After taking the suit, Chen Yang took good care of it in the bathroom.
When I came out again, there was a Lincoln parked downstairs.
After getting in the car and driving along the city ring road for half an hour, he finally arrived at the residence of Ling Tian, the honorable Lord of Longmen.
This is a private tropical estate covering more than two thousand acres.
Although the area is not particularly exaggerated, you have to know that this is Crescent City where every inch of land is valuable.
The price of apartments outside starts at 100,000 yuan per square meter, and they are all pigeon cages.
The Ling family's strength can be seen from the fact that they own a private estate of more than two thousand acres in a place like this.
The manor is rich in vegetation, with various tropical landscapes scattered around, and neatly dressed servants are constantly maintaining and pruning them.
Some plants that are not suitable for tropical cultivation are even equipped with separate air conditioners.
At the same time, in the shade of the green trees, you can occasionally see armed security guards in black special service uniforms patrolling various places in the manor.
Chen Yang knew that these men with guns could only be considered as peripheral security at best. The real guardian of this manor was probably a peerless warrior hiding in the house.
The car finally stopped at the door of a Chinese-style courtyard.
At the door, the receptionist repeatedly checked Chen Yang's appearance, changed his shoes, and made sure that he had no weapons and not even a speck of dust on his body before letting him into the yard.
The security inside the hospital is obviously stricter, with basically a guard post every ten steps and a sentry every five steps.
The most important thing is that none of the security guards inside are equipped with guns.
Not having a gun inside the dragon gate is actually a symbol of strength. Only the weak need firearms as assistance.
Finally, Chen Yang came to a spacious reception room.
"Please wait here. Mr. Ling will see you soon."
After the servant announced it, he quickly retreated.
Chen Yang looked around. The room with solid wood flooring was empty except for a silent dragon guard standing on each side.
There were no tables or chairs, only a long corridor leading inside, with a dragon-shaped screen at the end of the corridor.
It seems that anyone who wants to meet Ling Tian, whether they are international businessmen or foreign presidents, has to wait here.
And, you have to wait while standing.
As for how long it will stand, it may all depend on the mood of the owner inside.
Chen Yang stood still.
After waiting for another forty minutes, footsteps were finally heard from inside.
Somewhat surprisingly, the person who came out was Ling Wei.
She walked out of the room quickly with a few people. When she met Chen Yang at the door, she didn't say hello, but just nodded slightly, then turned and left.
A question mark slowly appeared in Chen Yang's head.
Hello.
What does nodding mean?
Morse code?
Just when he was confused, a maid whispered a reminder.
"Mr. Chen, please follow me."
Chen Yang came to his senses and followed her through the long and narrow corridor to behind the screen.
finally.
After traveling four thousand kilometers and waiting for five days, Chen Yang finally met the contemporary master of Longmen, the legendary hidden king, Ling Wei's father - Ling Tian.
He is a middle-aged man.
Drinking tea.
The movements are bland.
But Chen Yang just took a second look and was quickly pulled by the servant who followed him in.
"Don't stare at Mr. Ling."
Chen Yang had no choice but to lower his gaze and move elsewhere in the room.
turn out.
There's a dead body over there.
He just died, and his head is still bleeding.
It seems that he is an unlucky servant.
In front of the corpse, Liu Yong and the eight dragon guards he had brought to Zhonghai buried their heads tightly, even breathing very quietly.
"What's going on?"
Chen Yang frowned, thinking that Ling Wei had just come out from here, and began to speculate about the current situation in his heart.
It's obvious.
Today was the day Ling Tian finally found time to deal with the matter of his daughter secretly running away to Zhonghai.
Ling Wei and Liu Zhongyong arrived at the scene together, but she went out first safely and nodded to herself.
This means she landed safely.
Although he didn't know what excuse she gave, Ling Tian didn't pursue the matter of her leaking the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra.
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