On Sunday morning, a red sports car, along the highway quickly rushed to the sky-high castle villa on the top of the mountain, the more you drive up the mountain, the quieter the road, the surrounding vehicles gradually at the fork in the mountain, sharply turn in the other direction, no vehicle dares to drive to the top of the mountain without authorization, even if the scenery is charming! I don't have the courage to break into a private situation!

At the foot of the mountain, a rectangular stone monument without words stands gloomily on both sides of the road, vigilant against passing vehicles and pedestrians.

Don't let anyone in! Death to those who enter!

Mo Sichun on the red sports car, half-squinting his eyes carefully observing the environment here, the more he drove up, the more bottomless his heart became, and he didn't know what the old master of the legendary 'Hell Gate' would look like.

Won't it be as scary as the legend suggests! Fear!

The heart is horizontal, anyway, I fight.

Either you die or I die, but see how lucky you are?

"Who? Stop. On both sides of the road, a group of men dressed in black uniforms, all in white shirts and black ties, appeared in a terrifying state.

The red sports car was originally quite big because it was on the mountain road, and suddenly saw a team of people, which scared Mo Sichun in the car, and an emergency car was thrown, and his chest crashed directly into the steering wheel in front of him, which hurt! I couldn't help frowning.

He breathed a sigh of relief, pressed the window, and asked gently, "Excuse me, I'm looking for Yan Jingtian, the president of 'Yan's Financial Holdings'." "She deliberately did not say the owner of the 'Hell Gate', but the president of 'Yan's Financial Holdings'.

In such a place, it is better to speak carefully, and the heart is constantly warning yourself.

"Oh, find our president." The sturdy man in the lead turned back to the man next to him and ordered, "Inform us inside, what is going on here." ”

Mo Sichun sat in the car, looked at them coldly, and saw a man take out a walkie-talkie from his pocket, "Commander, commander, I'm a mouse, I have a situation here." ”

"Mouse, mouse, report the situation." A young woman's voice came from inside.

"We have a young lady here who wants to see the president."

"Miss? What's the last name? What is it called? Bastard, didn't ask, did you? The woman visibly became a little upset, and her voice sharpened.

"yes, I'm a bastard." The man with the walkie-talkie replied very seriously.

Mo Sichun understood it in the car, and there was a burst of amusement, Commander? Mouse? It's funny, by the way, how could that woman's voice be so familiar? It seems to be someone I know.

It's weird.

"Miss, what's your surname?" The walkie-talkie man asked very seriously, with a black face.

"My surname is Mo, and my name is Mo Sichun." Mo Sichun smiled and shrugged, meaning that you were scolded, but you don't blame me, it has nothing to do with me, are you stupid?

The man glared at her vigorously, his cheeks bulged, and whispered to the walkie-talkie in his hand, "That young lady is called Mo Sichun." ”

"Mo, Mo Sichun?" There was a woman's screams and laughter.

The intercom man was so shocked that he almost put the walkie-talkie in his hand, skimmed it directly, and asked angrily, "Okay, Miss Nuan, don't call it yet, do you want her to go up the mountain?" ”

"Stupid! If you don't let her come up, are you looking for death? The woman didn't answer angrily,

"Yes." The talkie-talkie man put away the walkie-talkie very boringly, and glanced at Mo Sichun in the car, "You go up." After speaking, without looking back, he led a group of people to the other side of the mountain road and walked down.

Mo Sichun didn't speak, stepped on the accelerator under his feet, and went straight to the villa on the top of the mountain, thinking only about how to talk when he saw Yan Jingtian? How do you please him, and who is the woman on the other end of the walkie-talkie just now?

Be sure to figure it out.