Three days later.

Night.

Hong Kong.

Tsim Sha Tsui.

The Peninsula Hotel.

The rain began to fall again after a few days of absence.

The wind was a little stronger.

Vehicles participating in the charity gala entered the venue one after another.

Zeng Jingheng is naturally one of them.

Thanks to Ni Yongxiao's blessing, Zeng Jingheng can be regarded as participating in a so-called upper-class gathering.

After passing the curfew with a gilded invitation, Zeng Jingheng and Ah He walked into the venue side by side.

They weren't big names either, although they were a bit glaring because of the fact that half of Aha's blind eyes were covered with blindfolds.

But not many people pay attention to them either.

Zeng Jingheng didn't care either, anyway, he didn't come today to make any powerful people or show off.

On the contrary, the more low-key, the better.

The two of them walked to the corner and began to eat all kinds of food prepared for the party to cushion their stomachs, while observing the people who came in one after another.

Since it was still early, there were not too many people in the whole venue, so you could clearly see everyone who came in.

"Did you think something would go wrong tonight?" Ah He stuffed a piece of beautifully made cake into his mouth and chewed it.

"Don't talk nonsense, we can't afford to lose." So far, Zeng Jingheng has not informed Shen Yi of the news from Hong Kong, he doesn't want to be defeated on his first mission, and he really doesn't have the face to study under Shen Yi in the future.

So this time, you can't lose.

"Don't be so nervous, I'm just kidding." Ah He picked up another piece of fruit salad and bit down hard.

"Your joke isn't funny at all." Zeng Jingheng still didn't deal with Ah He as always.

"How is Yang Tian over there?" The remaining eyeball of Ah He stared at the doorway, watching a pot-bellied merchant come down the steps and change the subject.

"I don't know." Zeng Jingheng said this, dialed the phone, and casually plugged the headphones connected to the mobile phone into his ears.

"How's it going?" He answered the phone with a beep and asked casually.

"Big K has already set off, he has four ghosts in his car, and two other cars, and there are eight ghosts in it, they are very vigilant, I don't dare to get too close."

Ghost is the code name of the same kind.

Due to the other party's vigilance, coupled with the accident last time, Yang Tian became more and more cautious this time, and even deliberately lowered his voice when talking to Zeng Jingheng.

Obviously, there is still a long way to go from the target.

"They're going to do it tonight." This is a very clear sign.

Yang Tian hung up the phone, and the phone shook again.

New news is coming.

Yang Tian hesitated for a moment and opened the message.

"qaq, I'm about to fly to California, the wind is so strong, next time I come back, I'll make you Spanish pies to eat~"

"Yes, yes."

After a pause, Yang Tian returned a rare smile for a thousand years.

Imagining the plane that was about to take off in the wind and rain, Yang Tian couldn't help but be a little distracted.

What does she do?

Air hostess?

Or a manager?

Or maybe a professional Spanish pie maker?

Wait until the next time the plane lands and the wind stops.

Just go eat the Spanish pie she made.

If alive at all.

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By the time Ah He ate the third piece of cake, he was already a little full.

The people in the venue have almost arrived.

Zeng Jingheng's mobile phone shook, it was Yang Tian's news.

"Big K has entered."

Tasted the champagne in the glass slightly, to be honest, Zeng Jingheng didn't like this taste very much.

He still prefers a little beer.

Squinting his eyes and looking towards the door, a bearded man entered the arena with two young men who also looked a little charlatan.

Speaking of which, the last time Zeng Jingheng rushed into the Chinese ice house alone and almost pointed a gun at his head, he didn't see his appearance clearly.

Now it looks like it's quite strong.

It's just that on this occasion, it's a bit out of place.

I don't know if the aura that Zeng Jingheng gave him last time was too strong, although Zeng Jingheng was already hiding in the corner, he was still discovered by Da K for the first time.

He glanced at Zeng Jingheng, without any expression, and walked to the other side with his two younger brothers.

Although Zeng Jingheng did not have Yang Tian's exaggerated blood qi to distinguish the same kind, he could more or less guess that the two young men were the same kind.

Probably not a clown, though.

Joker, that's the code name for those who wear clown masks.

Most of these are trash fish.

But now isn't the best time to do it.

So Zeng Jingheng still held the champagne and silently endured the uncomfortable taste.

Just as Zeng Jingheng wanted to turn around, another person came in at the door.

Zeng Jingheng was stunned for a moment, but he was also an acquaintance.

Ni Yuping.

Master Richard.

This man, although the last incident seems to have ruled him out of suspicion, but in fact......

Is he really credible?

I saw this man, who had received a perfect British education, gracefully walked into the venue with his old butler.

For a while, it attracted the attention of many people.

Especially women.

And some people who knew a little bit of his identity whispered in some surprise.

Because speaking of which, this is Ni Yuping's first appearance in public.

Even when he had just returned to China, he simply held a family banquet in Ni Yongxiao's private villa.

After that, I don't know if it was Ni Yongxiao's meaning, or if he deliberately avoided suspicion, he never attended in any public again.

So this time, in the Ni family, the sensitive period of the new triad, what does it mean for him to attend this charity gala?

If you think about it carefully, isn't today Ni Yongxiao's fiftieth birthday?

Moreover, it is said that Ni Yongxiao's health has been bad in recent years.

Ni Yuping didn't care what others thought of him, and he didn't care about the women who looked at him with some meaningful eyes, just smiled and walked all the way to Zeng Jingheng and them.

"See you again, gentlemen." Ni Yuping showed a smile that had been reunited after a long absence, full of demeanor.

It made Zeng Jingheng a little stunned.

But come to think of it, he really only knew a few of them.

"Good evening, Richard." Zeng Jingheng also barely showed his demeanor and raised the champagne in his hand.

And outside the venue.

A stormy night.

In the darkness where there are no lights everywhere, I don't know how many people are quietly watching this century-old Peninsula Hotel.

This night......

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