Yanjing, the capital of China, is one of the "Eight Ancient Capitals". There are more than 860 years of history in the capital. It is the city with the largest cultural heritage in the world.

Capital Airport, 10:20 p.m. Wen Renhao, who took China Southern Airlines CZ3908, and Lu Ram, who secretly protected him, went out of the airport hall directly through the VIP channel one after the other. A black Mercedes-Benz S600 with a Beijing A license plate has been waiting for a long time at the exit.

Seeing the two coming, the middle-aged driver in his forties hurriedly trotted over and opened the car door respectfully.

"Hello Mr. Lu!" The middle-aged driver first respectfully greeted the Lu ram with Tong Yan Hefa, and then said to Wen Renhao: "Young master, the master is waiting for you in the study." After a pause, the middle-aged driver said with a pale face: "Young master, the master is still angry, you can pay more attention later." ”

The corners of Wen Renhao's mouth twitched, and he nodded and said, "Thank you, Uncle Yu." Just as the Mercedes-Benz S600 drove into the vast traffic, a China Eastern Airlines Boeing 777 passenger plane at Hongqiao Airport in Pearl City was gliding from the runway and driving into the bright starry sky.

On the passenger plane, Murong sat in economy class as always.

His exquisite face immediately attracted countless eyes. Among them, the most joyful is the middle-aged bald man sitting next to him.

As soon as he saw Murong in a neutral suit as white as snow, his eyes lit up. A pair of fat and sweaty greasy hands shook back and forth restlessly, not knowing where to put them.

"Miss, are you also going to Yanjing?" the bald man grinned, and his fat right hand quietly touched Murong's thigh.

This pick-up technique is also unique enough. "Are you also going to Yanjing?", could it be that someone got off the plane in the middle of this plane? How to get off, did you lose a skydiving bag, and then the flight attendant said in her voice: Dear passenger, the plane is about to fly over Qingdao, please get off the plane passengers with a skydiving bag on their backs and prepare to parachute?

Murong didn't speak, but coldly swept the fat right hand of the middle-aged bald man who was approaching.

When the balding middle-aged man's right hand was about to touch his round thigh, he moved. His left hand, with a slight shake, was three inches long, shaking out of the sleeve like a willow leaf.

"Whoosh!"

The cold light is shining.

In the next second, Murong had already withdrawn his hand.

Immediately after, there was a scream.

Poignant and sharp.

"Ahh On his forehead, cold sweat rolled down like beans.

"My hands, my hands......" The bald middle-aged man screamed.

He screamed and looked at the picturesque Murong beside him in horror. At this moment, the picturesque Murong is no longer the prey of his heart. It's a demon.

From the other party's shot to the end just now, he didn't even see it clearly. But his five fingers, in an instant, were cut by the sharp blade.

He screamed, desperately moving his body outward.

At the same time, the other passengers who heard the screams cast shocked eyes and looked at the pale, middle-aged balding man.

"What's wrong?" someone asked, looking at his bleeding hands.

The bald middle-aged man glanced at Murong in fear, took a breath and said, "I was scratched by the tableware." ”

In the midst of countless attentions, Murong politely pressed the call bell. Then, take out your phone, put on your headphones, close your eyes, and listen to music quietly.

The flight attendant arrived quickly.

What happened next, Murong was not interested in knowing. He listened to the music quietly, and there were no more flies buzzing in his ears.

Two hours later, the plane landed at the Capital International Airport.

Murong walked out of the airport, and an encrypted file package had been transmitted to his mobile phone.

"Roger. Murong looked at the information about Wen Renhao that Bai Yi had passed on to him, and replied, "Help me prepare a new identity, after this matter is done, I will disappear for a while." ”

Bai Yi soon sent a text message: "The documents are ready, at eight o'clock in the morning, the air package of the United States will be received at the front desk of the Hilton Hotel." ”

Murong smiled slightly, and said to himself: "Bai Yi is Bai Yi, always want to be in front of me." ”

Without worries, Murong did not choose to take a taxi, but took an airport passenger plane to the city center. Then, as always, choose the bus, the bus, the bus, and come to the Hilton Hotel.

Before entering the hotel, Murong took out the cap, sunglasses and masks he had brought with him from his backpack and put them on one by one. Then take out a handy book, and a delicate handmade pen, and walk into the hall.

"Hello, is there anything I need to serve you?" The hotel customer service greeted Murong politely.

Murong directly took out his pen and wrote on a palm-sized note: "Book two adjacent standard rooms." ”

The beautiful customer service lady looked at Murong who answered with a note, was slightly stunned, and secretly exclaimed in her heart: Can't speak? Is it dumb, or is there something wrong with your voice?

She looked at Murong carefully.

Although Murong was wearing a peaked cap, sunglasses and a mask at this moment, it still couldn't hide his exquisite facial contours and charming posture.

"Okay. The customer service lady smiled and said, "Please show your ID." ”

Murong nodded and handed over his ID card.

The customer service lady looked at Murong's slender and white hand, and couldn't help but exclaim: What a beautiful hand.

She took the ID and did not look at the name for the first time, but set her eyes on the photo. She really wanted to see what this beautiful woman with a good temperament looked like.

"Wow, it's beautiful. The customer service lady exclaimed as she looked at the specially processed photos.

"Thank you. Murong didn't speak, and still wrote on the note: "Because of your illness, I hope you can hurry up." ”

"Oh......" The customer service lady hurriedly smiled apologetically and said, "Miss Qingman, I'm sorry to neglect you, I'll help you book a room immediately." Soon, the customer service lady handed the room card to Murong. Murong took the D10 room card, but pushed the D11 room card back in front of the customer service lady, and wrote a note: "I have a friend who will come later, report my name when the time comes, and give him the card." ”

"Okay. The customer service lady accepted the room card. Murong took the D10 room card and came to the D10 room on the fourth floor.

As soon as he entered the door, Murong keenly inspected the entire room. After making sure there was no surveillance equipment such as hidden cameras, the cap, sunglasses and mask were removed.

After removing these disguises, Murong's entire temperament changed. A murderous aura permeated the air.

He took out the handheld computer in his backpack, connected it to his mobile phone, and quickly completed the information construction through the special network channel of the mobile phone.

Immediately after, he began to parse the encrypted files that Bai Yi had transmitted.

A quarter of an hour later, all the information about Wen Renhao, as well as the entire Wen Renhao family, was presented in Murong's palm computer.

Smell the people.

Date of birth: August 11, 1996.

Address: Houhai Yaer Hutong, Xicheng District, Yanjing City.

After a detailed period of personal information, it was all kinds of information that Bai Yi collected through various secret channels. The information covered so wide that even Murong who had heard Bai Yi's ability was taken aback.

This information contains almost all the information of Wen Renhao's eighteen years of life. Including which girl you held hands with when you were a child, kissed, how many points you scored in exams, and so on.

Murong's cold eyes roamed through this information, constantly absorbing useful information.

As he flipped through the materials, he used post-it notes to record all kinds of important information.

In this way, he was busy for two hours, and it was not until two o'clock in the morning that Murong put away his pen, deleted all the information in the computer in his palm, and stood up.

"It's past the wee hours of the morning. Murong glanced at the time, took a deep breath and said, "It's time to do it." ”

Murong took off his white suit, changed into a set of black tights, and directly pushed open the back window of the guest room.

"Whoosh!"

Murong jumped out of the window.

He was in a sturdy posture, and with the help of the window edge, water pipes, and various springboards that could be jumped off, a few flashes, and he was on the ground.

Soon, he disappeared into the night.

In the courtyard of Houhai Chahai, there are still bright lights in the study room of the current head of the Wenren family. In the study, a middle-aged man with angry eyebrows was looking angry and furious.

Wen Renhao stood in the dim light, listening to the middle-aged man's angry shouting, bowing his head, his body restrained, and he didn't dare to disobey in the slightest.

This middle-aged man with angry eyebrows is the current head of the Wenren family, Wen Ren Zhenwei, and Wen Renhao's own father. It is also the helmsman of Yanjing's largest department store: Longxin Department Store.

Ever since his personal secretary personally delivered the video of tonight's college league game to his residence, he has been in a state of rage.

His eldest son, the helmsman of the future Wenren family, was chased to lose his armor and cry his father and mother in front of the live broadcast of the college league with millions of viewers. This kind of scandal is not a blow to the Wen family, who has the best chance of being promoted to the eight great families of Yanjing in the new millennium.

In the future, how to make the Wenren family maintain its majesty in the Yanjing giants?

"Raise your head!" Wen Ren Zhenwei looked at Wen Ren Hao, and shouted angrily: "Look up to the sky, and bow down to people." My son, who heard the power of others, should die iron, instead of trying to survive. ”

Wen Renhao slowly raised his head under his father's reprimand. His eyes were red, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times in fear of his father's majesty, but he did not dare to argue in the slightest.

"What is the origin of this person?" Wen Ren Zhenwei stared at Wen Ren Hao, and said angrily: "My son of Wen Ren Zhenwei, when will it be the turn of others to point fingers?"

What is the origin?

Wen Renhao was slightly shocked when he heard his father's question, and finally mustered up the courage to say: "Father, I have promised Lu Lao to follow him into the mountain gate." Three years later, I'll come back myself to avenge this!

"Yo, you have a long backbone, why don't you grow a long backbone in the arena tonight?" Wen Ren Zhenwei's sword eyebrows trembled: "Three years later, it will also depend on whether he can live that long." Humiliating my shocking son is not something that can be ended by thinking about it. ”

"Father, ...... you" Wen Renhao's eyes dodged, not daring to meet Wen Ren's angry eyes, and said timidly: "You have already sent someone to Mingzhu?" "Not bad!" Wen Ren Zhenwei snorted coldly: "This person named Lin Luo can't survive tonight!"

(End of chapter)