Not to mention how Yuan Yingyue disciplined her boyfriend behind her back, how Qin An's three views were subverted.

An unexpected crisis is coming from behind Nie Tian.

A few hours earlier, at Song'an International Airport, a small, dark white man had stepped off the plane, his eyes were tightly covered by sunglasses, he was wearing a large-brimmed hat, and his hands were empty, which stood out in the crowd of people who dragged suitcases back and forth.

His height is much shorter than that of Europeans and Americans, but he is still strong enough to stand out among East Asians.

The immigration staff held the man's passport in his hand and looked up and down vigilantly: "Welcome to Huaxia Song'an, sir, are you traveling or on business?"

"Tourism. The man took the initiative to take off his sunglasses, and his blue eyes were bright and friendly, "I have heard the long history of China, and I have taken advantage of the annual vacation to see and understand." I had friends in Songan, so I chose this place as my first stop. ”

"I heard that the scenery in Songan is beautiful, and I am looking forward to it. ”

His Huaxia words are round, with a deep tone characteristic of the Latin-speaking people, and the tremor that emanates from his chest, coupled with his kind smile, makes him appear elegant and friendly.

The staff was infected by the man's warm smile, and saw that he was only wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans, and did not have any luggage that could carry weapons.

Although Song'an is a tourist city, after all, it is in China, and the good public security environment from childhood to adulthood has affected every ordinary person. Customs officers are dedicated enough, but still not vigilant enough.

In the name column of the passport, there is a line of "Ludwig Morris" written in large German characters, indicating that the man's nationality is country D, but he departed from country M and entered the territory of China.

The work column is filled in with a freelancer, and he explained to the customs that he is a little-known tourist, and this time he came to China specifically to seek inspiration for his creations.

The kind-hearted customs officer immediately believed it, and consciously showed a good image of the official staff of Huaxia, not only recommended him a local hotel with good cost performance, but also wished him a happy trip.

"Whatever happens, you can get the help of a patrol officer. The customs blinked, and pointed to a few young people standing guard near the gate: "Or, do you see their armbands? The ones with that armband are all new members sent by our Armed Forces Association to be on duty, you can also ask for help from them." ”

"If you want to stay longer, you can go to the Martial Arts Association for the record, and they will help you. ”

Ludwig glanced at the young men, who gave him a friendly look, presumably accustomed to the curious eyes of visitors from out of town.

"Okay, I remember, thank you very much for the hint, that helped me a lot. ”

Secretly remembering the embroidered pattern on the armband, Ludwig politely said goodbye to customs, pulled down the brim of his hat, and in the blink of an eye he was in the midst of a huge flow of people.

His aura was suppressed, and the whole person seemed to have no sense of existence.

The cultivation of those martial arts association members on duty is far from being able to discover his identity as a martial artist.

Or rather, even if it is discovered, there is nothing.

After all, who stipulates that a warrior must fight and kill, and not have a peaceful second career?

He was well aware of the friendliness of the Chinese people, especially for a white man like him, and Ludwig couldn't help but smile contemptuously when he remembered the kind attitude of the customs immediately after seeing him.

Oh, Chinese.

When Ludwig entered Songan, he didn't find a hotel to stay in or go straight to one of the attractions like many ordinary tourists, but he expertly walked around the streets of Songan and knocked on the door of a nondescript rental apartment in European style.

The dilapidated wooden door of the apartment opened a crack, and a young Asian poked out half of his head, confirmed Ludwig's identity, and quickly welcomed him in, closing the door again.

It's a typical old-fashioned Western European apartment, with a long-abandoned fireplace that has become a place for clutter, and the interior is shabbyly furnished but neat, with a thick copy of the Bible in its original language spread out on a desk in the corner, looking well maintained.

Whether it is the place of residence, the furnishings, or the books he reads, it shows that although this person has an East Asian face, he is not a real Chinese citizen.

"Mr. Ludwig, the elders told me you would arrive again tomorrow. The Asian frowned in annoyance, speaking fluent German, "You should have said it in advance, and I'll pick you up at the airport." ”

"Thanks, Yang, but there's no need. Ludwig casually found a chair and sat down, "It's not my first time coming to Huaxia, I speak Huaxia very well, don't worry about getting lost." ”

"Well, whatever you want, you always make the most sense. The Asian shrugged, his full name was "Yang Hua", but these colleagues who were not good at remembering Oriental names always ignored this, and he made an indifferent expression, "Do you go to find the surname Yuan immediately, or do you want to go shopping first?"

"I'm not going to visit the head of the S Provincial Martial Arts Association. Ludwig shook his legs comfortably and admired the Chinese style outside the window.

"I don't understand. Yang Hua frowned, "The elder said that your target is to hide in the Yuan family, and rarely come out to move, how can you complete the task if you don't go in?"

"That's why you're just a peripheral helper, and I'm the executioner, Yang. Ludwig turned his head and smiled playfully, "A real executioner will only let the prey come to the door." ”

"It's up to you, Mr. Ludwig, that I'm only responsible for providing logistical support. Yang Hua didn't care about the arrogant ridicule of the people of country D, and for this young man who had received countless batches of executioners, Ludwig's attitude was simply friendly.

He looked out the window at the sky and changed into a set of clothes for going out: "Now, great executioner, your assistant is going to buy ingredients for dinner, is there anything you want to eat?"

"Whatever you want, I don't care. Ludwig picked up the Bible on the side and said, "Whether it's going well or not, help me bring a copy of the Critique of Pure Reason, in the original German version." ”

"Well, it's all for the sake of the mission, and the Lord will forgive you for not doing your job. Yang Hua made a gesture of prayer, and went out after answering.

Ludwig was the only one left in the room, he put down the Bible casually, didn't look at it, but looked in the direction of the headquarters of the Martial Arts Association, and let out a dull laugh: "Hehe, Elena, you really have a lot of ideas, I hope that this time the magical Chinese can protect you, hehehe." ”