Fulong Mountain

A private hotel that rises above the mountains on all sides.

The hotel covers a small area, and the interior decoration is as brilliant as a palace, luxurious and atmospheric.

Outside the hotel, a huge lawn is green and very neatly manicured, and there is a man in a white casual suit, who is standing in the lawn at the moment, waving a golf club in his hand, and next to the man, stands a row of men in black suits, all expressionless.

Nangong Ming flew the ball out, watched the white golf ball hit the hole accurately, and hit it again.

"The young master's ball skills are unmatched, and he hits every shot." Yao Ling admired from the bottom of his heart.

"It's too precise, it's not fun."

Nangong Ming threw the club casually, and every time he went into the hole, he was not interested in repeating it several times.

Yao Ling handed over the white towel with both hands, Nangong Ming wiped her hands, took the pure water in her hand and drank a few sips.

"Are you all ready?"

Yao Ling took the towel in Nangong Ming's hand, and said with a contemptuous smile: "Don't worry, young master, everything has been arranged, Leng Yan, that idiot, actually made an appointment to meet in Fulong Mountain, if he knew that this was our territory, I don't know what his expression would be." ”

Nangong Ming's face was expressionless, but he agreed with Yao Ling's words, turned around and walked into the hotel, followed by a group of people.

Fulongshan Hotel, built in the deep mountains of the old forest, surrounded by mountains, the terrain is steep, the traps are heavy, and the people outside trespass without permission, it must be a dead end.

This deep mountain is the territory of Nangong Ming's person, and few people know about it.

This hotel, built by Nangong Ming himself, is a dream factory for illegal transactions.

A trading paradise for arms, drugs, and all kinds of rare and peerless treasures.

All the people who come are from their own planes, as long as there is a little wind and grass outside the mountain, they will immediately get on the plane and leave, which is very safe and secure.

Of course, the hotel's commission is also scary.

In the middle of the night, I can barely see my fingers.

Fulongshan Hotel is brightly lit.

At this time, in the gorgeous hall of the royal hall, more than a dozen men and women confronted each other through a ten-meter-long gold-inlaid jade table.

Leng Rui sat quietly, his sharp eyes looking at the men and women opposite, especially the one sitting in the middle.

Nangong Ming smiled lightly, dressed in a dark suit, with neat and stylish black hair, and a heroic spirit.

Yao Ling stood beside him dignifiedly, elegant and beautiful in a white suit.

Behind them, stood five men in black, each more handsome than the other, with common features, bright red lips, fair skin, and blood-colored eyes.

The whole picture is very eye-catching, like a promotional poster for a vampire movie, but it is even more thrilling and beautiful.

Leng Rui's side is not weak, the two brothers are both dragons and phoenixes among people, Evil Song and Feng Chick are rare beautiful men, and the others are slightly inferior.

This is an era of fighting dad and looks.

It seems that the two sides are evenly matched, with the resentment of the slain brother on one side and the cold and aloof face on the other, ignoring a qiē.

The atmosphere was tense and war was on the verge of breaking out.

"I'm Leng Yan, this is my eldest brother Leng Rui, I don't know what Your Excellency is called?" Leng Yan broke the silence first.

Nangong Ming didn't put Leng Yan in his eyes, his white and even hand squatted beside him, the golden Tibetan mastiff's hair, and his arrogant and contemptuous attitude made people very unhappy.

For a moment, he looked at Leng Rui as if he was condescending, the corners of his mouth were shallow, how bloodthirsty and cruel he looked.

Leng Rui felt inexplicable about the killing intent in his eyes when he saw Nangong Ming for the first time