At the same time, Yanjing International Airport.

The weather is getting more and more gloomy, there was sleet yesterday, light snow is already falling today, and flights from Italy are being delayed due to snow.

"Zheng Shao, who are we waiting for? I've been standing for an hour, and I'm tired of lifting an umbrella for you. Kunlun rubbed his somewhat sore arm and said. Why don't we go in and sit and wait? ”

"No, it's almost there." Zheng Wuming said in a flat voice. "Kunlun, don't ask some things that shouldn't be asked, otherwise you'll kill yourself, you know?"

"It's kind of mysterious." Kunlun pursed his lips and muttered in a low voice.

"How's this time going?" Zheng Wuming changed the topic and asked Kunlun. "Grandpa said you went to retreat? Hehe, that's a pretty mysterious word, and I don't know what the results of your retreat will be. ”

"Hey, it's working well."

As soon as he talked about martial arts, Kunlun's eyes lit up and he grinned. "Zheng Shao, you don't know, I can't stop the bullet when I practice kung fu now, at least it's okay to block him Yan Murong's two punches, if you don't believe it, you can call him to fight with me."

"Horizontal Kung Fu?" Zheng Wuming was a little funny. "What kind of cross-linking kung fu can you practice in just such a little time?"

"Hey, you look down on people, don't you?" Kunlun immediately stopped doing it, patted his chest, and said. "If you don't believe it, let's take a look twice and see if your hand hurts."

"Forget it." Zheng Wuming shook his head, not wanting to delay his work with Kunlun, a martial idiot.

"Passengers and friends, the flight from Italy to Yanjing has landed, please wait at Exit 2 for your relatives and friends."

At this moment, the airport radio came from the announcer's sweet and greasy voice, Zheng Wuming did not speak, gently patted off a few snowflakes stuck on his shoulder, and walked towards the airport hall.

Five minutes later, passengers began to walk out one after another at Exit 2, and soon, Zheng Wuming saw an inconspicuous old man walking in the crowd, carrying a suitcase.

The old man still had the same old-fashioned expression when he saw that everyone owed him two hundred yuan, and even the clothes he was wearing were still the same standard butler clothes, and he dragged a small suitcase and walked out of the exit unhurriedly.

When Zheng Wuming saw him, he had already seen Zheng Wuming.

"Ares, you're here."

"I want to rest." Ares said with a dull face. He spoke Huaxia dialect, and his intonation and pronunciation were even more standard than some hosts of Huaxia TV, but the coldness revealed in his tone made people a little hairy.

His tone was the same as his expression, old-fashioned and indifferent, making Zheng Wuming feel that what was standing in front of him was not a person, but a robot that looked suspicious on the outside, but inside was a robot composed of wires and parts.

"Did you eat early and then rest?" Zheng Wuming didn't mind Ares's tone, and asked with a smile. "Yanjing's snacks are famous, I'm sure you'll like them."

"I want to rest." As if he hadn't heard Zheng Wuming's words, Ares still said in a cold tone.

"Hey, old man, it's you who picked up Zheng Shao early in the morning?"

Before Zheng Wuming could speak, Kunlun couldn't get used to Ares's attitude towards Zheng Wuming, walked up to him, and said. "At such an age, who can you pretend to be cool? We Zheng Shao invited you to dinner, you just should be, what to pretend? ”

Zheng Wuming didn't mean to stop Kunlun, it was really because he was also dissatisfied with Ares's attitude, and just wanted to see how the other party would react in this situation.

"Get out of the way." The Ares man had that immortal expression, raised his eyelids and glanced at Kunlun, stretched out his hand and pushed Kunlun's chest, then pulled up his suitcase and walked out of the airport.

"Zheng Shao, who the is this old man, he is screwed so badly." Kunlun patted the chest that was pushed by Ares, looked at Zheng Wuming and asked.

"I said don't ask what you shouldn't." Zheng Wuming turned around and walked out. "Also, don't provoke him in the future." ――

In the Mercedes-Benz car, while driving, Kunlun glanced at Ares sitting in the back seat from the rearview mirror from time to time, and pouted silently, his face full of disdain.

Seeing Kunlun's expression, Zheng Wuming shook his head gently, and after signaling him not to talk nonsense, he looked at Ares and asked. "Have you booked a hotel?"

"Nope." Ares said without opening his eyes. "I need a quiet place to rest, you can send me the target's information to the hotel before five o'clock in the afternoon."

"Okay, I'll send it." Zheng Wuming nodded, and seeing that Ares didn't want to speak, he didn't ask anything anymore, and said to Kunlun. "Go to Shangri-La, book a presidential suite now."

Ten minutes later, the car stopped at the door of the hotel, and after helping Ares complete all the formalities, he was sent to the door of the room, and then left with Kunlun.

"Zheng Shao, I'm so curious, just tell me what this old man is doing, okay?"

In the elevator, Kunlun asked impatiently. "It's long, and he's pretending to be cool, if he hadn't been the person you invited, I'd have chopped off my paws and fed them to the dog when he pushed me just now."

"Just stop." Zheng Wuming shook his head helplessly. "I told you, don't ask what you shouldn't ask, I don't want to watch you die yet."

"Just him?" Kunlun looked disdainful. "It's as thin as a firewood stick, I don't have to fight back, let him fight hundreds of punches with all his strength, and I'm tired and tired."

For Kunlun, Zheng Wuming really didn't know what to say about him. Kunlun is not a bodyguard, nor is he a servant, although he does similar things to bodyguards and servants, but Zheng Wuming has always treated him as a brother, to put it lightly, this guy will definitely not listen, it hurts his feelings too much, and in the end he can only shake his head helplessly and stop talking to him.

"Zheng Shao, you can't satisfy my curiosity?" Seeing that Zheng Wuming didn't speak, Kunlun still asked without giving up.

"Can you just shut up and rest for a while?" Zheng Wuming said depressedly.

"But I really want to know." Kunlun looked aggrieved. "I really can't figure it out, he's an Italian native, what are you asking him to do? Come on, come on, the attitude is still so bad, as if he found out that his wife is his own sister, and his face is greener than bitter gourd. ”

As he spoke, the elevator had stopped, and Zheng Wuring pointed out the door and said. "Go get the car, I'm not going out."

"If you don't tell me, forget it." Seeing that Zheng Wuming changed the topic and refused to speak, Kunlun muttered a word and walked towards the door, but after taking less than two steps, he suddenly stopped, and his face looked extremely painful.

"Kunlun, what's wrong with you?" Zheng Wuming hurriedly ran over, looked at Kunlun, whose mouth was closed tightly and looked pained, asked urgently.

"I-poof-"

Without saying a complete sentence, a mouthful of blood spurted out wildly, and then, Kunlun's body fell backwards and smashed to the ground with a "bang".