Thinking of the adultery that had just been broken, Don Chase turned his mind quickly, and only then did he realize the danger and become afraid: Willis Mark had always deliberately curtailed the big names of the regime, including Senator Thomas. Therefore, he will not let the matter between himself and Thomas's wife** leak out, and of course, he will never let go of anyone who may see the hot scene.

There are only ten premium suites on the fourth floor, and at this time, most of the VIPs in the suites on the fourth floor have gone to the banquet hall on the third floor, and there are not many people staying in the rooms. If the guards start chasing from both sides of the cloister at the same time, it will not be difficult to catch someone who is wandering around or has a chance to just come down from the fifth floor.

Her suite, 402, was just on the other side of the cloister and shouldn't have been here for no reason. Now I seem to be the person who has the best chance of peeking into the scene on the fifth floor.

The cloister had only three rooms, and it was empty, with no place to hide.

The noise, the footsteps were getting closer and closer, what to do, she herself must not be caught, how could she not fall into the hands of Willis and his son.

Tang Zhuqi was so frightened that his heartbeat began to accelerate, and he was pounding-

She forced herself to compose, took a few deep breaths, took off her shoes, and ran quickly back to the front suite, knocking on the door several times, but no one answered. She was even more anxious and scared, and ran to the next suite in front of her.

Ears, the noise on the corner corridor was closer, and they were just one corner away from finding her.

Tang Zhuqi ran to the suite like an arrow, and was suddenly surprised, the Bodhisattva blessed, the door of this suite was not closed...

******

A few minutes ago.

On the corridor, Ling Xiaolun nodded to the oncoming VIPs, smiled, and walked back to the suite with his head held high.

Such a grand banquet was too noisy, too hypocritical between people, and he had never been accustomed to being vain and wrongful as he liked to be quiet and alone, so he had to go back to his room to rest after dealing with things perfunctorily.

Ling Xiaolun stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the prosperity in the distance, and fell into contemplation.

At this time, the loud shouting of a man not far from the cloister noisily pulled back to him in thought. And the sound of light and hurried footsteps in it was getting closer and closer to his door.

His vigilance has always been astonishing: his footsteps are hurried but slightly brisk, and he sounds very good.

There are too many people who want to put him to death! It was really careless, and I forgot to close the door in a hurry to get back to the suite. The sound of brisk and hurried footsteps had stopped outside the door, and it was too late to rush over and close the door.

Ling Xiaolun ran to the desk in a few big steps, opened the safe, picked up an automatic pistol, loaded it, and aimed straight at the door.

His series of actions were just a moment's work.

After three slapping glares, a petite woman ran into the room, dropped a pair of shoes to the floor with one hand, locked the door with the other, and then leaned against the door and exhaled.

The woman looked up: a black, short and lightweight automatic pistol was pointed firmly at her head...

In this situation, Tang Zhuque, who had not had time to catch his breath, was so frightened that he took a few breaths of cold air, and hurriedly covered his lips with his little hands reflexively to prevent himself from screaming.

She had just escaped from the wolf's den, could she have entered the tiger's mouth again?!

Outside the door, heavy and hurried footsteps sounded, and a man shouted in English, "You look for them separately, search room by room, don't let her run away." A few male voices responded.

Ling Xiaolun heard that the man who commanded him was Willis Neal's right-hand man, Wood. His face sank, what was going on?

There was a knock on the door of the first suite at the corner of the cloister, and Wood apologized to the person who opened the door, "I'm sorry, sir, a thief has broken into these rooms and disturbed you for a while..."

Tang Zhuque's face turned pale with fright, the man who pointed the gun at her wouldn't hand her over, would he?

She was silent, clasped her hands together, and whispered for help, "Please, help me." ”

Ling Xiaolun looked at her, and after a few seconds, he still picked up the mobile phone on the desk, made a call and said in a deep voice, "Ah Wei, come to the door of my suite, someone is making trouble!" ”

As soon as Ling Xiaolun's words fell, those men had already come to the door and banged on the door vigorously.

Tang Zhufinch was there, still clasping his hands together, motionless, she was terrified.

In any case, she can't fall into the hands of Willis's father and son, otherwise her parents will be very embarrassed and worried, and Ye Tingying's man may not be willing to help her.

The billion-dollar remuneration is really not easy to earn at all.

The men kept banging on the door, bang, bang

Although he knew that Mr. Willis had invited him to come this time, and that the guests who could arrange for him to stay in the distinguished suite on the fourth floor were not to be taken lightly, they could not catch anyone and returned in vain, and the Willis father and son would definitely be severely punished. I can't worry so much about it for the time being, not to mention, after not being able to open the door for so long, the voyeur is likely to hide inside.

"Presumptuous, what are you doing?" The other man shouted from afar.

Miao Wei heard the order of his hall master, and immediately rushed from downstairs. Wood wasn't Willis Neal's henchman? How did he lead someone to slam on the door of the hall master's room?

"Miao Wei?" Wood recognized him, made his men stop banging on the door, and asked in stiff Chinese. Ling Xiaotang's master, Ling Xiaolun's right-hand man - how did Miao Wei appear here. Could it be that Ling Xiaolun is inside?

"Wood, you and your people have disturbed Mr. Ling's rest. Please leave now! Miao Wei's polite tone was mixed with a hint of anger.

"Is Mr. Ling really in there?" Wood was still a little skeptical.

"Well, Mr. Ling just came back from downstairs and is resting now. Go away. Miao Wei's tone softened.

"Alright, let's go. Forgive us for interrupting us! After Wood finished speaking, he led people away, and Miao Wei followed.

The outside of the cloister fell silent, and Tang Zhuqi breathed a sigh of relief.

She was a little tired from running in a hurry, and it was good to be able to sit down and rest without any worries. Ignoring the shoes, she walked barefoot to the expensive and comfortable leather sofa, sat down with her ass, and beat her legs with both hands, she needed to relax the tense nerves and muscles.

"Sir, you've been carrying a gun, aren't you tired?" Why is this man still holding a gun, and aren't those people gone? She didn't realize that Ling Xiaolun was holding the gun because of her sudden intrusion.

"Who are you?" Ling Xiaolun didn't plan to put away the gun.

He turned his wrist slightly, and the small black pistol was pointed at her head again, and he asked coldly.

The woman broke into his room for no reason, which really frightened him.

"Just call me Miss Tang." Tang Zhuque thought he was asking his name, so he answered casually, and continued to beat his legs without raising his head.

"I'm asking you, why did you break into my room?" Ling Xiaolun's face was even more unsightly.

This woman... Those people had already left, and not only did she not leave quickly, but she dared to sit on his sofa and rub her legs as if nothing had happened, what did she think this was? He was a little curious as to why Wood was leading a group of men to chase her, so he asked if she was teasing him.

"Oooh oh. I see, sir, you have seen it, I was hunted down. Your door is not closed, so come in and take shelter. Anyway, sir, your logic is not very natural, you obviously asked me, who am I..."Ling Xiaolun said a short sentence, she grunted and said a lot of nonsense, and it was all nonsense that he didn't want to hear.

"Get out right now!" Ling Xiaolun shouted.

He can't stand the chatter of women the most, he has dealt with many women today, don't come again.

Ling Xiaolun said, put away the pistol, unloaded the magazine, and pulled the sleeve, that is, took out the bullet that was originally in the chamber, and then put the pistol back in its original place.

A series of actions, and another one!

Tang Zhuque had no intention of raising his eyes to glance at it, just seeing it all in his eyes, he was secretly shocked in his heart, his technique was so skillful, like those heavy money killers.

"And who are you?" Tang Zhuqi didn't put that surprise on his face, and put on a natural and casual expression.

Being able to stay in the premium suite of the Willis Hotel, a few words from his subordinates told the guards of Willis and his son not to be harassed anymore, and left immediately, what is his identity when he is so skilled in marksmanship.

As far as she knew, except for Ye Tingying, Willis and his son did not invite other Chinese to the banquet.

Ling Xiaolun heard this, stopped making a sound, and paced to the floor-to-ceiling window, with his back to her. Didn't he let her go, but dared to ask him.

"You don't like to deal with people?" Tang Zhuque got up and came to his side, and asked softly again, a very nice mezzo-soprano.

Deeply influenced by her father, she has been very good at reading people since she was a child.

She listened to the conversations outside the door. This man must have a strong economy and a noble status, which is why Willis Neill treated him so politely, and those guards did not dare to disturb him lightly. Then even if he said a word, he could send all those guards away, but he was stunned to let his subordinates come over. In addition, as soon as the man spoke, he only wanted to know why he had broken into his room, and it seemed that he was disgusted by contact with others. Before his words fell, he gave the order to expel the guest, and immediately turned his back to her.

In just a few words and a few actions, Tang Zhuque speculated that this man was averse to communicating with others and preferred to stay alone.

Such a man, indifferent and skilled in marksmanship, Tang Zhuqi knew that he should not be provoked, but Willis and his son were not stupid, and they would not give up. Perhaps the guards were waiting for her in the outer cloister, and she couldn't leave the place for a while. What's more, he has relieved himself of his difficulties, how can he leave before he has time to thank him? Tang Zhuqi secretly wondered.

Ignoring her soft questioning, Ling Xiaolun remained silent and looked into the distance.

Tang Zhuque didn't ask any more questions, and she looked at the man beside her when she was quiet.

He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his gaze resting on the lawn outside the window.

Ye Tingying's man also likes to stand against the window, in a daze-

Judging from the condition of his skin, this man is several years older than Ye Tingying, about thirty-seven or eighteen years old, but his contemplative expression seems to have gone through vicissitudes